Who the fuck is Lemmy?

They left the club and got into his beat up old Pontiac Grand Am. They had known each other for exactly 45 minutes, but that was more than enough. He didn’t know her name, she didn’t know his and neither of them cared.

She groped frantically at his zipper and managed to pull out his cock. She leaned over and moaned for him to find a place to park before plunging her wet tongue deep in his ear. Hands shaking on the wheel he turned into a dark side street to West 24th between 9th and 10th on lower Manhattan, the old meat packing area.

It was 4AM, rain was drizzling steadily, the only sound the rythmical swish-swash of the windshield wipers. An eerie mist was floating over the pavement and not even the bums were out.

She bent over his lap and he almost swerved into the other lane when she closed her lips over his throbbing cock, circling the head with her agile tongue. Her head started bobbing up and down as she fucked him with her mouth. Jesus fucking Christ! He needed to find a parking spot before he came right there in her mouth!

His mind full of cold showers he sighed with relief when he found an opening between to cars just large enough for him to squeeze into. He lowered the back rests, threw her down, lifted her skirt and ripped off her panties in a fluid series of motions, acting on instinct. He knew he didn’t have much time. For a second or two he fumbled with a condom before the gave up, tossing it on floor. He pressed her legs apart and wriggled himself in between her thighs. His first thrust missed pitifully, hitting nothing but air. The second time the tip of his cock brushed against her pubic hair. Finally, on the third try, guided by her helping hand, he felt his cock slip in between her moist and ready labia. Before he was halfway in he groaned like a wildebeast in the jaws of a lioness and shot off his load, twitching. A few seconds later his body went limp and he dumped all of his 205 flaccid pounds onto the girl beneath him, who sighed as the air was forced out of her lungs.

I was running through alt.sex.enemas one evening last week, and there, amongst the spam, was a “hose wanted” ad. “F in local area needs M for bottom treatments — email Somebody@Online.com”. I, and probably half the E-males on the Net, promptly answered. I also emailed my story collection. When I “saw” her online, I struck up a conversation. We chatted about how she’d gotten interested, and her experiences. I suggested meeting in a safe/public place, and she accepted. We met a few days later for Italian food, at a small place she suggested on the south side of town. I was taken by her long blonde hair, classic face, and curvaceous but athletic body. Dinner was excellent, and we conversed in low tones.

It’s hard to talk discreetly about enemas and rectal temperatures during dinner in a public spot, so we chatted about mutual hobbies, with occasional oblique references to THE hobby. It turned out that she had a major fantasy about over-the-lap rectal temperatures. I suggested finding a park for a bit of car chat after dinner, but she wanted to get home. I walked her to her car, and produced a surprise. Handing her a thermometer, I suggested she tryit. We shook hands, and parted.

By the following weekend, I was definitely ready to meet her. I’d gone most of the day without seeing her on-line, but then a message flashed on my screen. We chatted a bit, and she revealed that she was ready for a live encounter. I got and printed directions to her house, and set a new personal record for high- speed freeway driving.

I arrived at her house to find her in tights and a robe. She offered me a drink, and I asked for some water, then suggested we get to it. I had herremove the tights, leaving her in undies. She slid the robe back on, since she was feeling shy. I lubricated the rectal thermometer as she lay down on the bed. I turned back to the bed, and saw her bottom, ready for me except for a pair of black satin panties. I asked her to raise up, then slid them down, revealing a perfect, round bottom with no tan lines. With her bottom bare, I took up the thermometer. Here was the moment she (and I) had been waiting for. With a twisting motion, I gently eased the glass rod into her tight pucker. I couldn’t see her face — she had it buried in the pillow, but I heard her gasp. I began slowly moving the instrument in and out, twirling it, and asked her what she liked best. She preferred a straight in-and-out motion, so I stuck to that.

Then, I had a thought. “Hang on, there, I have to grab something.” Leaving the thermometer quivering upright in her bottom, I turned back to the dresser. I’d unwrapped a laxative suppository, and I explained what it was as I lubed the tip. Then, with her up on her hands and knees, I removed the thermometer, lubed her anus and slowly slid the suppository into her. Her breath caught as the medicated bullet shape entered her, and I could feel her quivering as my finger penetrated. Then, I withdrew, and reinserted the thermometer. As I stroked with the thermometer, I asked if she could feel it.

“Yes, it’s a bit warm in there”, she said.

I told her that it’d start making its presence felt soon, and returned to my anal attentions. Letting a finger slide forward, I was amazed at the level of arousal I encountered.

“Been thinking about me while I was on my way?” I asked.

“Mmmmmmm…” was about all I could get from her.

“Ready for something bigger?”

“Yesss….”

I replaced the rectal thermometer with the big candymaking thermometer. This really got her bottom squirming, especially after I inserted a vibrator in front. She was obviously enjoying herself, and I had her roll onto her left side so she could amuse herself with the vibrator as I handled the thermometer. The lady was obviously getting into it, so I decided to prepare for the next installment of our game.

Leaving her in charge of her twin invaders, I stepped over to the dresser, and filled her rectal bulb with heavy mineral oil. Turning back, I paused to enjoy the sight of her enjoying herself, and asked if she was ready for her first erotic enema from a man. She rolled over toward me, smiled, and agreed. I invited her across my lap, and she settled down and got comfortable. I anointed her anus with a couple of drops of oil, then rubbed it in. Then, I gently inserted the tip of her syringe into her anus, wiggling back and forth a bit as it entered. When it was in, I began to squeeze. I felt her shiver as the cool oil filled her rectum. I asked, “Feel nice?”

“Mmm, yes…”

“This is going to take a while — it’s thick oil and a thin nozzle. Just relax.”

I kept squeezing the bulb for the minute or so that it took to empty, feeling her squirm on my lap. I moved the tip in and out a bit, to keep her from getting bored. As near as I could tell, she wasn’t. Finally, I had the bulb as close to flat as I could make it. Withdrawing, I set it aside.

Then, my “patient” found out why I’d worn an exam glove for this. I began inserting a finger in her bottom, wiggling it a bit to help her relax. She was extremely tight, but being full of oil, was also very well-lubricated. I began a slow massage of her bottom with my finger, sliding a couple more into her forward opening for good measure. She reached back and retrieved the vibrator, applying it to her clit. This kept up until the suppository, the enema, or both, decided they wanted out. Since her bathroom was on the other side of the house from her bedroom, I had prepared to prevent accidents. Removing my finger, I started to work in a butt plug. This was actually an effort — this lady had obviously NOT had many, if any, large objects up her bottom. By dint of gentle pressure, her relaxing, and several deep breaths, it entered to the narrow neck at the back. I asked if it felt okay, and she said yes. I helped her up, and we walked to the bathroom. I had her bend over, pulled the plug, and left her to her private relief.

While my “patient” was taking care of that, I cleaned and relubricated the butt plug, and prepared her next treatment. I filled a douche bulb with warm water and a splash of Castile soap, and unwrapped a lubricant suppository.

She got back to the bed, and I introduced the lady to knee-chest position — on her knees, bottom up, and head on the pillow. I made my usual three-ring production of inserting the suppository — I started by tickling her anus with the tip, then inserted a bit at a time, letting it come partway out. Finally, I held it with my fingertip right at her anus, letting it melt a moment before burying my finger. She sighed as I withdrew, then her breathing quickened as the thick rubber douche tip began invading her bottom. I took my time inserting it, savoring the moment, then turned the bulb bottom up and squeezed. This time, of course, the huge tip and thinner solution made for a much faster injection. She definitely felt it, and then this time, pushed back against the butt plug. Once that was in, I had her lie on her side, and resumed the vibrator treatment. To spice things up, I inserted another in her pussy while she tickled her clit with the first. Between the enema and the butt plug, the shorter vibrator inside her was pressed forward, providing some interesting G spot type sensations. I think, though, that I might have been a bit over-enthusiastic about the soap — she had to take her leave of the bedroom a bit more quickly this time.

While she was in the bathroom dealing with the soapy water, I prepared her soothing rinse — filling my 2-quart red fountain bag with warm water, and two tablespoons of baking soda. I hung it on a coat-rack in her room, with the enema, douche, and dildo nozzles available for her to pick from. She came back in, and looked at the bulging bag with a bit of apprehension.

“Whoa. Are you SURE about this?”

“Yes, if we leave that soap inside you, it’ll irritate you something fierce. Now, choose your tip.”

She looked them over, and decided on the “medium” one - the douche tip. I attached it, bled out the air from the hose, and lubricated the end. I could tell she’d paid attention to the stories I’d sent her - I turned back to the bed, and she was lying in Sims position, on her left side with knees drawn up. I lubricated her anus, massaging in the KY, feeling it relax. Then, I put the tip of the douche nozzle to the opening, aimed it at her navel, and slowly pressed inward. Her bottom quivered at the penetration, and suddenly yielded to the nozzle. I slid it all the way in, and asked if she was ready for the water.

“Y-yesss… Go ahead.”

I popped the clamp. “Feel it?”

“Mmmm, yes. I’ve had a couple of colonics, but they weren’t this sensuous. Pass the vibrator, please….” As the bag emptied and she filled, I slowly raised it higher. I was amazed at the ease and speed with which she took the whole two quarts. As the bag sucked air, indicating it was empty, I reached for the plug. Keeping it handy, I told her how well she’d taken it. She said she was full, but not cramping — in fact, she was enjoying the sensation. I hung the bag out of the way, and again pushed in the plug. This time, she wasn’t going to go until she came. We played with the vibrators and fingers, then she rolled on her back for me. I massaged her breasts alternately with one hand, and played around down lower with the other. At one point, I got some interesting shivers and gasps from my “patient” by buzzing the back of the butt plug with the vibrator. Once on her back, though, it wasn’t long until she had a bed-shaking orgasm. She figured at that point that discretion was the better part of valor, and headed for the pot.

By the time she got back, I’d cleaned the enema bag and had it drying. I was unwrapping a couple more suppositories and putting the tip on the Prep H tube. I invited her over my lap for the evening’s final treatment. First came a healthy squirt of ointment, moving the nozzle in and out as I squeezed. Then, each of the two suppositories was inserted, taking my time for maximum enjoyment. Finally, I began her last rectal massage of the evening, with a couple of fingers inserted in front to make it more interesting. I let my other hand wander underneath her, to massage her magnificent breasts. We continued with this for several minutes, both enjoying it immensely, until a reminder of the big enema hit again.

I realized as she was heading pot-ward that it was time for me to pack up my toys and go, so I cleaned up and packed up. She came back out, and we both agreed that it’d been seriously good fun, and we ought to do it again sometime.

Shit like this happened to me in college all the time. Those were the days…

I stayed up in Ithaca the summer after my sophomore year because I wanted to pick up some more language credits. Took a six credit French class. There was a coed in the class - a Jewish, sorority girl whom I’d heard vague rumors about. They said she’d scored 1600 on her SAT’s; that she was an exhibitionist who would compete in contests at fraternity parties to see which girl would raise her skirt the highest; that she would X and then go through guys like potato chips; that she had a big collection of sex toys that she would loan out to her sorority sisters on occasion; that sort of thing.

After about the first week or so of classes, we ended up sitting next to each other. There were about 15 students in the class and we all sat around one large rectangular table. The girl, Molly, almost always wore short denim skirts and, if it wasn’t too hot, white stockings. She was a slender, waif-like brunette, nearly flat-chested, and sexy as all hell.

Class met twice a day - before and after lunch, and it was brutally enervating. One day, during the second week, Molly wrote "I’m sooo bored" in her notebook and slid it over until it nudged mine. I wrote "Ditto" and then she leaned her leg against mine. I rested my hand just above her knee. She wrote, "Higher." I moved it up just past her stocking and pinch the soft, bare skin there. "Keep going," she wrote.

I cupped my hand right over her panties and pressed into the cleft. She wrote, "Gasp." So I settled into a rhythm rubbing back and forth over her pubic bone, and on each downstroke trying to work more and more material into her. She kept writing - in pencil - her handwriting getting more and more erratic; degenerating from words to pictures to arrows finally to symbols which could only have been some sort of private code. She parted her legs wider and wrote "There! There! I’m, I’m - " then she broke the point of her pencil against her notebook.

And so the summer went. Twice a day we would do this. One afternoon, as we started she wrote "Take my panties off. I have a surprise." She pressed her hands down against her chair and raised herself up a few inches. I slid her panties down past her knees. She pulled one foot through and then spread her thighs. As soon as I touched her, her breathing changed and she wrote, "It won’t take long now. Feel inside." She was already very wet and soft. I slid in my middle finger as far as I could and I hit something hard and round and felt a "clink".

She wrote "Ben Wa balls. I’ve been juicy all day." I kept my finger pressed up against the one ball and started spinning it while my thumb strummed over her clit. "Wicked" she wrote.

She came after at most two minutes and then she wrote, "Come by my sorority tonight. I’ve got another surprise."

I showed up just after dinner. There were only about fifteen girls staying there over the summer and Molly met me and quickly dragged me up to her room.

"Get undressed," she said.

"What’s the surprise?"

"You’ll see," she said, "Just take off your clothes. I’ll be right back."

And she ran out of her room and headed down the hall. I stripped down to my underwear and started poking through her clothes. She had two drawers of lingerie, each with about ten potpourris in them. When I heard her footsteps coming back I closed the drawers up and sat on the bed.

"All right, Mol, what’s the plan?"

She started stepping out of her shoes and took off her shirt right away. She wasn’t completely flat-chested, and her nipples stood out prominently. She slipped out of her skirt and let her panties drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "Well," she said. "Ready?" I stood up and pulled off my underwear as well.

"I take it that means yes," she said and went into her closet.

I could hear her open up a trunk. She returned in a few seconds.

"All right. Get down on your hands and knees."

"What’s in your hand?"

"You’ll see. Trust me."

"Lemme see it."

She opened up her hand to reveal what looked like two Ben Wa balls connected by about a foot of wire.

"Great," I said, rubbing my neck. "A garrote. Great. I can hardly wait."

She walked over and put one hand around my wrists and her fist between my shoulder-blades. "C’mon, hands and knees. And it’s called a butt-harp. You’ll like it. I promise."

I complied and soon I felt her pushing one of the balls up into me.

"No lube?"

"It dampens it. Just relax," Then she dropped to all fours as well, slide the other ball into her and crawled away from me until the wire was taut. She reached back and gave the wire a little pluck. I started to laugh.

"What’s so funny?"

"Look at us."

"Wait. It gets better."

As I reached back and started plucking at the wire myself, Molly yelled.

"Kelly…"

I heard someone run to Molly’s door. I looked back; the door opened and in walked one of Molly’s sorority sisters, a buxom Irish redhead with freckles all over her shoulders and upper arms. She was carrying a violin bow.

"Hi. You’re Rich?" she asked.

"Um, yup."

"I was in your Shakespeare class. I’ve never quite seen you like this before…"

"Very funny, very funny."

"Do it," said Molly.

Kelly knelt between us and started drawing the bow back and forth across the wire. I started laughing again but it felt really good.

"Faster, ooh," said Molly. "Play some Paganinni."

"No. No caprices. We don’t want Rich to have a messy accident. Maybe the Bach violin concerto…"

I was moaning and my breathing was short and choppy.

Molly said. "Wow. I wish I had a prostate."

"Turn over," said Kelly.

We both did and the wire was an inch or two off the ground, her thighs over mine. As Kelly ran the bow over the wire with her left hand, she stuck two fingers in her mouth then ran them over Molly’s clit.

"Oooh, so hard," said Kelly. "Feels like a marble."

I had never felt anything so excruciatingly pleasurable and I curled my fingers into the rug.

"You’re going to come aren’t you, Rich?" said Kelly, who then slipped her thumb way into Molly and pinched at her clit with her first two fingers.

"Ooooh," said Molly. "I’m gonna come. Ooooh. Nice…" Kelly increased her finger activity and I pushed my penis forward, until it pointed away from me.

"Prepare for splashdown, Mol," said Kelly, who stopped with the bow for a second and scooped a drop of precum off of me and tasted it. "Mmmm, salty."

That did it. I heard it land on Molly’s stomach. Kelly slid it down and rubbed it into Molly. I sat up, butt-harp still in place and said, "Where the hell did you get that ?!"

"My brother brought it back from Singapore. He’s in the army."

"Man."

The title doesn’t give away much, but it’s all about anal fucking.

Newcastle University was great, away from home, meeting new people and being able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow students and the course.

Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a hugh party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the girls more grown-up.

That particular Friday Dan, Mike and I walked first to the sports bar on the ground floor. After a couple of pints in town we got another round of lager before we decided to check the union out. As usual most students got completely drunk in the basement and we walked upstairs. At 11:30 it was still quiet and we found a table to sit down, listening to the music, talking and checking out the girls arriving. Most of them looked average but even though, most of them had a nice body and dressed sexy, either in tops and tight jeans or short skirts. Some of them even turned up in nearly see through tops. As every Friday it was a good show and by 12 the place was crowed. Most of the girls danced in small groups, surrounded by fellow students watching them.

I got up and walked to the bar, getting another round of lager when I saw Clair. Clair is a cute girl from our course, a bit smaller than I, about 5′5. Her body seemed to be perfect and her tight top covered some nicely shaped breasts. She smiled at me when she saw me and I made my way through the crowed to meet her.

“Hey Clair, how you’re doing?”
“Fine Tom, and you?”
“I am great, just thirsty. I am getting another round. You want to join us?”
“Sure… I am waiting for Sandra, she should be here.”
“Haven’t seen her, Clair.” I reply.
“She’s late, as always.”

She took my arm and we tried to get through to the bar. Pressing through the body’s was difficult. Just two bartenders to serve maybe 20 people waiting and as soon as one person was leaving, he was replaced by two new students. Clair guided us the way through to the bar since girls always got some space, where as I was pressed and pushed all the time. Clair turned around to me and I saw her smile…

“We’re nearly there… what you get?”
“Three pints of lager.”

Clair turned around and took my hands and continued leading the way directly in front of the bar. I saw her great body in the tight beige jeans and the red tank-top, I saw the straps of the red bra, her neck, her short black hair. Something happened in the back of the students waiting at the bar. I got pushed against Clair violently, getting in contact with her body… but she just looked at me, took my arms around her waist, holding me and leaning against me. I was surprised but said nothing, instead enjoying the feeling of her body.

Than it was Clairs turn, she bend over the bar, talking to the Student who was working as a bartender. I have seen him a couple of times around the university but didn’t knew him. While Clair bend over to order the drinks, I felt her pushing her bottom even stronger against me, right against my hips. I felt something awakening between my legs. Clair got the drinks, turned around with two beers in her hands.

“You gonna help me?”

I was a bit lost, a moment ago enjoying a nice erotic pressure and now being pushed back into reality…

“Sure…” was all I could say.

She took the other two pints and this time she followed me to the place Dan and Mike were waiting.

“It was about time, Tom, we already though of deploying a SAR-Team.”
“Yeah… I am thirsty. What took you so long…?”

And than they realized Clair was there as well. Both had a big grin and made some space so Clair could join us. Enjoying our beers we mainly talked about your courses and whether we liked our choices, the other students and profs. A bit later Sandra arrived with another guy we didn’t knew. Sandra didn’t stay long but headed of to dance not fare from us. The guy had his eyes all over Sandra’s body. Sandra was a bit taller than Clair, about my size and had larger breasts. And judging how they bounced up and down while dancing Sandra didn’t wear a bra.

“Who’s that guy with Sandra” Mike asked Clair.
“Some 3rd year. Studies Law, don’t know him much.” Sandra replied watching them closely.
“Always the same…” Dan said.
“What?” I asked him.
“3rd and 2nd years always get the great girls.”

Sadly I let my eyes stray from Dan to Clair and realized she was watching me…

“Lets go dancing” she said, taking my hand and pushing me up.

We moved on the dance floor and started dancing. Clair stayed very close, touching me occasionally, dancing very erotic. We moved closer to Sandra and that guy. It seemed to me that Clair was up to something but I didn’t knew what nor did I care… dancing with Clair was great and I just wanted to enjoy this experience. Clair didn’t only get us closer to Sandra but she also dance much closer to me, contact wasn’t occasionally anymore but constant and I felt how hard I got…

Clair started to embrace me, I felt her breath on my neck and the bulge in my jeans pressing against her body. While dancing even closer, while feeling my erection growing, her lips touched my ears… some air was blown over my skin, it felt like electricity. Soon she started bitting and moaning softly in my ear while I had the feeling that an orkan was storming through my body and that my manhood would rip the jeans apart. The lack of space was uncomfortable but this strong erotic feeling… I didn’t want to miss this, didn’t want to stop.

The song stopped and Clair used to short break to look in my eyes. I felt electrified and had the urge to kiss her. However, the decision was taken from me… Clair kissed me softly… I looked again in her eyes and this time it wasn’t a soft kiss but we looked our mouths, our tongues played with each other. ages passed… I don’t know how long we kissed but Clair broke the kiss and dragged me to the door. Seems like she wanted to leave and I was already looking forward…

I followed Clair but she turned left into the first floor instead of continuing the way down to the basement where the cloakroom is…

“Lets find a place…” “W…h..” I tried to say.

“Shhht” Clair said, killing anything I tried to say with a wet kiss… She grabbed my jeans and dragged me to one of the conference rooms in the side wing of the student union.

“Guess we won’t be disturbed here.” Clair sad, pushing me in this anonymous room and closing the door behind us. Apart from the streetlight which entered through the windows the room was empty apart from 4 large basic tables in the center and 12 chairs grouped around them. The walls were covered with some posters and a notice board. Nothing personal…

“Tom…” Clair said, looking at me. Somehow her voice sounded shy, insecure…

I walked up to her and took her in my arms. I felt her arms around me, her soft kiss against my throat and than she broke contact. Chris moved backwards to the table and took of her top and let it fall to the floor. I saw her in her bra, even though it was to dark to see the color I knew it was red. I followed her, we kissed again while my hands moved softly over her back…

Clair pushed my t-shirt up, we had to break our kiss so she could push it over my head. She pushed me a bit back and opened the buttons of my jeans, pushing them together with my boxer down. She dropped down on her knees and I felt the soft touch of her lips… it was so exiting, I though it was a dream and suddenly I will wake up alone in bed.

But instead of waking up I felt Clair softly liking my hard shaft, I felt the tip of her tongue gliding over my hot flesh leaving a soft wet track. It was great, I just couldn’t believe it that she was giving me a blow job in the student union. I felt so hot, so excited and the energy waves raced through my body, the soft pressure in my balls. I knew if she continued like that I would explode shortly.

I took her shoulders and pushed her up. It was to dark to really look in her eyes. I felt like saying something but instead I kissed her on her lips, just to feel that her tongue tried to find a way between my lips to great me. I opened my mouth and our kiss was looked again.

I was standing nude, the jeans around my ankle in front of Clair… but I didn’t care. I enjoyed her touches, her fingertips gliding over my back, her tongue playing with mine. I broke the Kiss and tried to step one step back but I fell over my own jeans hanging around my feet. Clair started to laugh loudly.

“Shhht Clair, someone will hear us.”
“That’s so funny Tom…”
“What?”
“You falling down…”
“You’re making fun of me?” I said pretending to be insulted.

Clair came next to me… I saw up her legs as she stood there… Clair reached to her back and opened her bra, dropping it on my body. She slipped out of her shoes and started opening her jeans slowly…

“You… you’re…?”

Clair stepped out of her jeans and let it drop next to us. She got down and kissed me and if felt her hand reaching for my hard dick. She turned around and started softly sucking my head again. Her hot, wet and soft lips felt so good. I touched her and I was nearly able to kiss her legs. I turned and started licking and kissing her soft skin. Clair moved over my head, spreading her legs… she lowered herself and I could smell her sex, touch it with my nose, feel the heat… I pushed my head up… touched her with my tongue… I felt a shiver as my tongue made first contact with her sex… it was wet…

I couldn’t believe it, we were here, nude, sucking and licking each other. If someone would enter… I did not care, this was better than the dirtiest dreams and sexiest fantasies I had so fare.

She lowered her even more, pressing her sex on my mouth. I felt her soft hair, my nose touched her inner lips, it was wet… I let my tongue explore her womanhood, feeling the lips, feeling her slit, touching the outer side of the deep tunnel… it was so hot, so wet, so good.

Clair got up and turned around, she bend over and we kissed. Her hand was touching down her legs, taking my dick and placing the head softly between her wet lips. I felt her softness and slowly she pressed herself on my phallus. I was feeling this wet tight, hot passage which my flesh penetrated and it was feeling so good. I let out a soft moan… I touched her tits and started to play with her hard nipples. She was riding me softly crazy…

“Ahhh…” Clair moaned softly…

I was breathing loudly… I didn’t know how long we making love on the floor but I felt the pressure building up…

“I…. i’mmm….”

Clair cut me of again with a deep kiss and her moves became faster as her tongue penetrated my mouth while she rocked faster and faster on my dick. I felt my balls tighten under her pumping, I felt my juices racing through my body while waves were pulsing from my head through the stomach into my hips. I was shacking when I felt my orgasm building up. Than I just exploded deep in her… letting out a load moan… while Clair still kissed me and continued riding me.

She came slowly to a stop, we were just holding each other while I tried to recover. I felt my penis shrinking deep in her. She was so wet…

“Lets go.”
“Back?”
“No…” Clair sad… “where ever you want.”

We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the corridor. It was 1:30 and the people were still dancing. We walked down to the basement and got our jackets. Hand in Hand we walked slowly back to our halls of residence. We walked past Security to our Tower. Clair was living on the 7th floor where as my room was on the 3rd floor.

“It’s up 4 more floors, mine or yours Tom…?” Clair asked me… “mine’s got a nice view in the morning, we can see the sun rising.”
“Lets get up another 4 flours” I day with a smile.
“If you can wait so long?”

We kissed and I felt her hands on my jeans again. She pushed me down on the stairs and she opened the buttons, pushing down the jeans and slowly taking my soft dick in her mouth. She slowly sucked my, while I rested, softly stroking her hair.

I felt my dick harden again, it was so good. Suddenly we heard a door, than steps, someone was walking up the stairs.

“Clair?” I asked her…
“hmmm” was all I heard…

Clair continued sucking me but faster. I felt my head pressing against her throat. She was moving faster, taking me deeper, I felt her tongue under under my shaft, her hands playing with my balls…

The person came closer.. but the steps weren’t fast…

“Clair.. h… hurrry…” I moaned while feeling the pleasure of her mouth but being afraid of someone catching us.

The steps came closer… soon that person would stand in front of us, seeing Clair in front of me, giving me a blow job. But this feeling made me even more excited, the feeling, the idea someone could walk into us… and I exploded.

Clair was sucking my juices. I pushed her gentle away and got up. Clair helped me closing the buttons and we kissed deeply tasting my seed. When the person we heard all the time coming nearer, passed us, Clair jiggled like a small kid. It was a fellow student, completely drunk, dragging himself up the stairs. I looked at Clair and saw some of my creamy milk flowing down her cheeks. I kissed it away and we walked the stairs up to her room…

Closing the door behind us, we pulled of our clothes as fast as possible. Clair guided me to her bed and she spread her long legs wide. I moved down between her legs, kissing the inside, moving up slowly to her wide open lips, still wet of my cream I left there when we loved us the first time.

I moved up to her fruit, touching it softly, parting her lips and searching her clit… finding it in the wet depths, hard… I touched it softly with the tip of my tongue.

“Ahhhaaa” Clair moaned loudly…

I touched her clit with the top of my tongue, licking it, feeling her shiffer even stronger…

“Ouahhh… Toahhhh… hhhmmm…. Ahhh!”

Clair pressed her sex against my face… I started sucking her clit. Placed my lips softly around it, sucked the small hard clit…

“Ahhhaaa…”

I sucked harder and than let my tongue glide down into the wet depths of her passion. Clair moaned louder…

“Tomm…”

I stop licking her, looking up in her eyes.

“Fuuuck meee pleeease…”

I moved up, turned her around and Clair kneed down on her knees in front of me. I moved behind her, inserting my hard phallus in her wet tunnel, thrusting in and out of her while she moaned loudly. She was so wet and I hardly felt any friction. I felt just her wetness, her hot fluids coating my hard dick deep in her. It felt good and I enjoyed how she moved her hips against my body, how her buttocks rocked against me, pressing me even deeper in her… I hold her bottom in my hand, massaging her firm ass, letting my thumbs circle over the soft skin while I pumped her. Soon I felt my fluids rising again but Clair started to shiffer, to shout, to spasm while she thrusted her hard against me. I felt my juice shooting through my body when she was shaken by her climax. I pumped my cum in her while she collapsed on the bed and I fell on top of her…

I woke up the next morning, I felt naked, I was naked… I saw a naked body next to me, the back of a woman with short brown hair. It wasn’t a dream… and I felt my dick coming to life. I moved a bit nearer and but my arms around Clair, pressing my body softly against her back. I felt my dick reacting to the contact of her warm skin. Getting harder it rubbed against Clairs buttocks. It felt good…

Clair seemed to enjoy it in her sleep, it seemed like her body reacted to my touches, to my rubbing. Her buttocks moved against my dick or did I press myself so hard against her? I don’t know but it seemed like she started rocking herself against my hardness and I got harder. I pressed her body harder against mine, I felt her back pressing against my chest and I felt my dick between her legs rubbing up her bottom. The heat seemed to increase, my pleasure was rising and I started to rub my hardness against between her valley between her buttocks. I kissed softly her neck when I felt her hands gliding softly over my hips. Soft moans escaped her half closed lips when I pressed my shaft deeper…

It felt so good, it happened like two pieces just fitted together. My head pressed against her rosette and Clair pressed softly against my dick. Slowly she pressed herself on my shaft, my helmet entered her first…

“Ahhhaaa… ahhhaaa…”
“Shooot… I… stooo… stop?” I asked her moaning…
“Nooo… juuust fuuuck… meee slooow… slooowlyyy…”

I thrusted gently deeper and I was overwhelmed by the heat, by this tightness. it was so dry, so hot, so intense.

“Ahhhaaa… haaa… haaa… ahhh! Clair pressed herself even harder against me… she seemed to shiffer, to bent, like a cat.

Somehow I was gliding, thrusting deep in her and suddenly I was in, letting out a load moan.

Clair shouted her moan out load as well… pressing herself on my shaft, burying me deep in her ass.

“Ahhhaaa…!

Clair collapsed, pressed against me, in my arms, my cock in her anus… we both relaxed feeling my hardness deep in her.

“Its so intense Tom…” she softly moaned…
“So hot, so hard…”
“Tom, take me…” Clair moaned… “cum in me”

She twisted her body, our mouths meet and while we kissed we started rocking again. Slowly and than faster, each stroke increased the pace. Soon I was thrusting into Clair and she moved against my body, i felt the energy building up in me, so differently… instead of the silky, wet and hot portal a very tight and hot tunnel… it was too much for me and I exploded instantly…

Another great story by an unknown author (I swear, I didn’t swipe it off of someone’ elses website). Please keep’em coming!

If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how strange life can be. I’m a truck driver which isn’t the most common thing in the world, but even stranger is the fact that I am quite attractive. I’m five feet two inches, weigh one-hundred and fifteen pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I meet a nice man, he asks me the same question men ask hookers. “How did a nice girl like you get into a dirty business like this?” To top it all off, I have four huge brothers who are also truck drivers, and who have taken it upon themselves to protect my virtue at all cost. So you can see why it might be hard for me to get laid, especially by a good man.

I remember one man in particular. It is almost comical. He buzzed me on the C.B. one afternoon while I was on a California run, saying,”Breaker for the good-lookin’ blonde that drives the silver rig. If you’re within hearing, meet me at midnight at the Stop and Slop on Exit 89.” His voice sounded nice, and I decided to meet him. Like I say, it isn’t the easiest thing for me to meet men in my profession. So, I arrived promptly at midnight, and guess who had beaten me there: two of my four goonish brothers. It took all the convincing I could muster to convince these boys to refrain from smashing the man to a pulp, but eventually I did.

As they left, I turned to apologize, thinking that the man wouldn’t have anything to do with me now that my brothers had threatened his life. I was disappointed because the man was very attractive. I started to speak, and he reached up and touched my lips with his fingertips. It was like an electric shock struck my body, and we suddenly melded into one another’s arms and, from there, in to my rig.

I don’t know what happened to me, but somehow I couldn’t resist his advances as he groped my tits, and mauled my pussy through my jeans. The next thing I knew, my pants were down around my ankles along with my panties. I felt like a schoolgirl as he buried his face in my bush, and I was burning all over as he tounged my clit furiously. I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and rode his mouth to ecstasy and back.

I climaxed twice before he lifted from my snatch and planted a pussy-drenched kiss on my slack lips. I was putty in his grasp as he produced his cock and found the hungry opening to my cunt. His bulging cockhead was almost too big, but he finally managed to break through the initial resistance and slide inside my heated box, once past the outer ring. I nearly screamed as he stretched me beyond my previous imaginable limitations; it was the biggest cock I had ever had.

As he started a rapid-bucking pace between my legs, I decided that it was true what they said about pussy being elastic. I had to have an elastic box to take that huge cockamongous. He kept plunging like a wild stallion, filling and refilling my cunt with a piston of steel-hard horsepower. I throbbed and burned enroute to my third miraculous orgasm. It came when he tightened in an incredible orgasm of his own. That extra millimeter of superman cock triggered an explosion of pleasure which engulfed my trembling body with a starburst of ecstasy. Then it was all over.

We lay trembling and weak in sexual relief for a few moments, and then redressed. We didn’t speak. It seemed rather embarrassing now that we were finished, so we hurried our dressing and then made our way back to the parking lot. He squeezed my hand once before he disappeared into the night, and I remember his parting words. “Catch you on the flip flop. My handle is Night Runner.” I didn’t mind the abrupt ending. I knew that I would indeed see this man on the flip flop, and I intended to make a habit of catching him on the flip flop.