Pinky Surprise

When the green light turned on, I felt a mix of emotions. I was eager, nervous, excited, and worried all at the same time. But mostly, I was just plain horny. With butterflies in my stomach, and my erection throbbing in my hand, I picked up the sex toy — its green light winking at me — and prepared to slip my cock inside it.

The toy was a simple black plastic cylinder, shaped oddly like an ice cream cone. One end of the cylinder was made of soft, flesh colored silicon, molded into the shape of a pair of pussy lips, slightly open and inviting. On the other end was the green light, a power button, and another button labelled “send.”

While I was waiting for the light to turn on, I had gotten ready by coating my cock in lube. The wait had seemed to take forever, but I was so excited by the thought of what I was about to do that maintaining my hard-on was easy.

The toy’s lips parted around the head of my cock, and I slowly slid it down, watching it swallow me, until I was buried deep inside. Early models of this toy had been a simple sheath to masturbate with, but this new version was something more advanced.

I groaned as I felt the interior of the toy warm and mould around me, taking on the now-familiar shape of her pussy. I bit my lip as the toy tightened around the base of my shaft, and then that tightness moved up and then back down. It felt like my cock was sliding in and out of a real pussy — which was exactly the point.

The special thing about this toy is that it was part of a matched set: a sleeve for the guy to put his dick in, and a dildo for her. It was marketed as a aide for long-distance couples. The toys had wireless internet connections, and one toy would send information to the other. The sleeve could contract, squeeze, and stroke to replicate the woman’s vagina. Similarly, the dildo could swell and stretch to match the shape of the male partner’s penis.

I knew she had a Tumblr where she posted sexy photos of herself. She had mentioned it to me one night when she got a little too drunk at the bar. We had been friends for years, and she had made it clear that we would never be more than that, but I made it my mission to find that site, and amazingly, I had! On the site, she had a wishlist, where she let her fans buy her things (mostly lingerie).

And that gave me the idea. If I sent her a sex toy, she would assume it came from one of her fans. She would probably use it. So if I bought her the partner toys, and just sent her the dildo, I could turn on my end of the toy, and get off in her pussy (or as close as I was going to get).

It worked perfectly. She even posted on her blog that she had received a very nice new toy from an anonymous fan, and that she looked forward to using it that night.

Sure enough, around 11pm, I saw the green light switch on, meaning my toy was receiving a signal from her toy. I lubed up, and slipped my cock in, careful not to turn on the “send” function, and promptly had the best orgasm I’d had in months. I didn’t even have to move the toy — I just buried my cock in it, and the toy did the rest, rubbing up and down my shaft on its own, showing me what her pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock.

I came quickly, and after pulling out, I watched, fascinated, as the toy continued to receive the signal from her for another few minutes, the moulded lips pulsing open and closed, my cum dripping out.

Over the next week, I learned that she masturbated every night when she went to bed, and every night, I got off with her, feeling her pussy squeeze me, her lips wrapped around my shaft, imagining cumming deep inside her.

But the timing was frustrating. After the initial rush was over, frequently she would finish before I did, leaving me with an unsatisfylingly inert sleeve of silicon to jerk off into.

I began fantasizing about switching on the send function. I knew what would happen to her toy — it would change shape, adjusting itself to match my girth and length. As I got more aroused, and my cock swelled, so would her dildo. If my cock twitched, so would her dildo. And if I came, her dildo would mirror my cock’s throbbing.

What I didn’t know was how she would react. It’s possible she wouldn’t notice the shape change. The dildo’s natural shape was meant to emulate an average guy, rather than a porn star, so it’s not like there’d be a dramatic shift. But what about when I came? Would she feel it? Would it set her off? Or would the unexpected sensation scare her, and keep her from using the toy anymore?

As I felt the sleeve contract around me, and the pace of her thrusting begin to pick up, I decided to take the chance, and I hit the switch.

Mercifully, she seemed not to notice, and continued fucking herself with a steady rythm, her pussy seeming to slide up and down my cock. The idea that she didn’t know she had my cock inside her thrilled me, and I felt my cock twitch. I wondered if she could feel it.

My cock swelled, and I was almost painfully hard. I held the toy in place, and felt it pulse and squeeze, sucking on my cock. I imagined her naked, in her bed, sheets kicked down around her feet, legs spread lewdly, eyes shut, both hands between her thighs, thrusting the dildo (my cock!) in and out of her soaking wet cunt.

It was too much, the knowledge that she was secretly fucking herself with my cock, and I felt the pressure building. My breath came raggedly, and I felt my cock surge as I pressed as deep into the toy as I could, the sensation of her pussy on my cock, the image of her own pending orgasm filling my head.

I moaned, and then my cock began jerking and twitching as a powerful orgasm tore through me, and I began pumping my cum into her pussy. All at once, her pussy stopped sliding up and down my shaft, and I knew she felt it, my orgasm pulsing inside her. Was she freaking out? Was she enjoying it? I didn’t know, and right at that second, I didn’t care, I just felt her cunt tighten around me, as though to prevent me from cumming in her.

For a long minute, my orgasm pulsed through me, and as my senses returned to me, I became worried. Had I gone too far? Had I ruined it? The idea that I might never get to feel her pussy again was horrible…

Then I felt her begin moving again. Slowly, gently, her pussy slipped up and down the length of me. My cock, already started to soften, quickly stiffened again at the resumed sensation. She began thrusting faster, harder, pausing on each thrust with my cock deep inside, and then pulling out again.

I moaned, feeling my body building towards a second orgasm, something that rarely happened to me. She thrust faster and faster, fucking me frantically, desperately. My cock throbbed painfully, and her pussy began to tighten around me.

All at once, the thrusting stopped entirely, and I felt her begin contracting around me, pussy squeezing hard, pushing my cock out, and then just as quickly loosening, pulling me deeper. I imagined her crying out, burying her face in a pillow, or sucking on her finger as she came, and then once again I was cumming, my cock pumping inside her.

After a few moments, we were both done. I imagined her lying in bed, trying to catch her breath from the unexpectedly intimate masturbation session, the dildo still inside her. My cock twitched, and a second later I felt an answering squeeze of her pussy.

Another minute or two went by like that, just holding still, until finally the green light switched off. I sighed and gently slipped my cock out, and wondered if she would get off again tomorrow night.

“Oh god,” I groaned, “I’m gonna cum soon.” My girlfriend made an approving noise as she kissed my neck, her breasts pressed against my arm next to me on the couch. Meanwhile, our neighbor sucked my cock further into her mouth. She was sitting on the other side of me, and was currently bent over my lap with her lips wrapped around my shaft.

It was my birthday, and after the party ended, everyone had left except our neighbor, an attractive blonde who frequently came over for movie night. I’d had a slight crush on her ever since she answered her door one time in her pajamas with no bra on. I still thought of her sometimes when I was jerking off, remembering the shape of her tits and the way her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her top.

The three of us had ended up on the couch watching one of my favorite movies. My girlfriend to one side, me in the middle and our neighbor on the other side. About halfway through the movie, my girlfriend had started teasing me a little, pressing her tits against my arm, touching my thigh, and whispering in my ear. I assumed I was going to get lucky later.

I was startled when she reached down and started rubbing my cock, since our neighbor was still there, but I started getting hard regardless. I tried to be cool, and carefully avoided looking at our neighbor, who I noticed shifting around a little.

I couldn’t have been more surprised when my girlfriend said “What do you think, is he ready?” and our neighbor replied “Let me see,” and also reached over and began fondling my erection.

“Happy birthday, baby,” my girlfriend said quietly. “I know it bums you out that I don’t like giving head, and I thought a good present would be to find someone who enjoys it.”

Our neighbor winked at me and began undoing my belt buckle. I watched as she unbuttoned my fly, and then slid my jeans and boxers down. I gasped as she wrapped her warm hand around my cock and began lightly squeezing and pulling. My girlfriend nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear as our neighbor bent over and began stroking me with both hands.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands — was I allowed to touch her? — so I put my right arm up on the back of the couch. Her head dropped down and she began running her tongue around my head, and giggled as my cock twitched in response. Then she wrapped her lips around me and began to suck.

I groaned, watching her head bob up and down in my lap. My girlfriend smiled approvingly, and I felt my cock stiffen further. Our neighbor began to go further down, still squeezing the base of my shaft even as the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat. My legs stiffened, and almost involuntarily, I began pushing my cock up into her mouth, eager for more, wanting to go deeper.

She gagged a bit, and then resumed bobbing up and down on me, sliding my cock in and out of her throat, wet slurping sounds filling the room. I felt the pressure building and moaned, which made my girlfriend press up against my arm and begin licking and nibbling my earlobe.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I repeated, my breath coming ragged now. My legs stiffened, and I reached down, running my fingers through our neighbor’s hair. She moaned as I gently pulled on her hair, and then pushed her head down as I thrust up into her mouth. She gagged, and started to pull back, but then she felt my cock began to twitch as I started cumming, and she eagerly continued slurping and sucking as I filled her mouth with cum. I felt it running down my cock, over her lips, but she kept bobbing. I tightened my grip on her hair, because the sensation was almost too much, and groaned as my orgasm passed, my cock pulsing in her mouth.

She let me finish, and then began working her tongue again, which provoked another few twitches as she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth, and sat up, grinning.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, “that was incredible.”

My girlfriend sat up and leaned across me. “Thank you,” she said and kissed our neighbor, who seemed startled, but closed her eyes and kissed back.

I watched my girlfriend suck on our neighbor’s bottom lip, and felt my cock begin to stiffen again…

The sound of quiet slurping made me pause as I passed her door. It was past midnight, and I was walking down the dark hallway towards the bathroom. Her door was open just a crack, and what I saw when I peeked inside caused my cock to instantly stiffen. She was laying on her stomach, facing away from me. The glow of her laptop screen was the only light in the room, but it was enough to see that she was naked. The video she was watching was of an older man face fucking a young teen girl. The slurping sound was her sucking on two of her fingers, plunging them into her mouth to match the pace of the video. Her legs were spread, and I could see that her other hand was busy rubbing her pussy.

I hesitated for a moment. I was in town on a work trip, crashing on the couch of a old buddy. We hadn’t seen each other in over 10 years, but had stayed in touch online, and when he heard I was coming to town, had offered to put me up. I met the family at dinner, including his wife and two teenage kids — a son in high school, and the older daughter living at home while going to college. She had barely spoken two words to me since I arrived, and now I was watching her get off.

I leaned against the doorframe, and began rubbing my cock through my boxers. She was eagerly plunging her fingers in and out of her mouth, and grinding her hips up and down on the bed. I watched the man in the video make his partner gag by shoving his cock as deep down her throat as possible, and she matched the move, shuddering and then gasping as she pulled her fingers out of her mouth.

Confirming once again that I was alone in the dark hallway, I pulled my cock out of my boxers and began stroking my growing erection, craning my neck to get a better view. In the video, the girl had bent over, and the older guy pressed his cock against her asshole and slowly entered her. Still following along, I watched as my friend’s daughter arched her ass up, and reached back. Her hand was sopping wet, and she slid two fingers effortlessly into her ass. Clearly this was not the first time she’d done this.

She gasped at the sensation, and then began sliding her fingers in and out of her ass to match the tempo of the video, her other hand still rubbing circles around her clit. My cock swelled in my hands, and I watched, wide-eyed.

She didn’t last long — clearly this was her favorite part of the video. The girl in the video moaned and clawed at the sheets while the older man fucked her, and after just a few minutes, he grunted, and held still, cumming in her. When he pulled his cock out, his cum dripped out, running down her pussy and thighs.

At the same time, the girl in front of me was plunging her fingers in and out of her ass with wild abandon, her hips pumping up and down as if she was fucking the mattress. The slurping sounds that had drawn me to watch were gone, replaced with heavy breathing. All at once, she froze, her fingers deep in her ass, and moaned quietly as her body rocked in the throes of an orgasm.

My own cock was throbbing in my hands. The head seemed impossibly large, and I could feel the slick drop of precum beneath my fingers. My breath was coming ragged, and I knew in a moment, I would have to step away to finish my business in the bathroom, or risk getting caught.

All that changed a second later, however. She shuddered as she slowly slid her fingers out of her ass and lay on her bed, panting. The video had ended, and the room was more clearly illuminated with the white light of her desktop, and I could now clearly see her asshole, pink and glistening, slightly agape, and her creamy girlcum smeared all over her pussy lips.

Without thinking I stepped into her room, covering the few steps between the door and her bed. She rolled onto her back to see what was happening, and before she could say anything, I covered her mouth with my hand. Then I looked down and pressed my swollen, throbbing erection against her asshole. Pushing forward, my cock easily slipped fully into her ass. Her eyes closed and she moaned into my hand.

As I slid my cock slowly back out, she rolled her shoulders, and I released her mouth. But before I could pull my hand away, she grabbed my wrist and sucked two of my fingers into her mouth. I groaned as she began fellating my hand, and pushed my cock deep into her ass. Quickly, we established a rhythm, fucking her ass and her mouth in time. She began squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples, and I felt my own orgasm building.

She gagged on my fingers, and I pulled them out, grabbing her thighs and fucking her faster. Her ass was slick and wet, tight and hot. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, gasping for breath. Finally, I felt my orgasm peak. The pressure built from the base of my shaft, below my balls, and erupted upwards, my cock twitching and pumping deep in her ass.

After a moment, I pulled out, and I watched my cum drip out of her onto her sheets. Her eyes were still closed, her hands still cupping her breasts. Without saying a word, I pulled my boxers back up and left her room, shutting the door quietly behind me.

Kneeling on my dormroom bed, she leaned back against me. I sucked hard on her neck, and grabbed her tits, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. My cock throbbed, nestled between her cheeks, and she swiveled her hips, grinding against me.

Her dress and bra lay discarded on the floor next to my pants and shirt. My boxers had been flung across the room. She was still wearing a thong and fishnets with garters. She knew the garters drove me crazy.

She gasped as I pushed her down in front of me. I gripped her hips and pulled her against me, pressing my cock against the already damp mesh of her underwear. Straining at the thin fabric separating us, I grabbed the back of her thong and gently pulled upwards, so it pressed firmly against her clit. I loosened my grip and pressed my cock against her again, and then pulled once more on her underwear. I was rewarded with a deep groan, so I kept tightening and loosening my grip, rhythmically pulling the fabric along her clit and lips, feeling her get more and more wet.

Her breathing was short and shallow when I pulled her thong to one side and rubbed the head of my cock between her lips. She was dripping wet and her lips parted easily around me. I pushed forward and felt the length of my cock slip fully inside. She gripped the edge of the matress and buried her face in the blanket.

As I fucked her, it felt like her pussy was sucking on me, her hot lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, tugging at me when I slipped out, and gripping firmly when I drove deep into her. After a few strokes she pushed back up onto her elbows, and grunted as I held her hips tightly and plunged my cock in and out of her soaking wet cunt.

Her breath came faster and faster, and then she cried out and arched her back. The motion caused me to pop out of her on my backstroke, and she gasped. Quickly, I reached down, and grabbed my cock by the shaft, slick with her cream. I grabbed her hip and pulled her towards me. Still arching her back, I missed my target slightly, and then groaned as my cock slid slowly back into her warm, tight wetness.

She seemed even tighter now, and the sensation as I ground into her was incredible. She was grunting and crying out, still arching her back, and I began to fuck her more quickly. As I built towards my own orgasm, my breath became ragged and I started to moan. She was gripping the edge of the mattress with white knuckles, biting her arm to keep from screaming, and I when I said her name, I felt her whole body stiffen, just as my cock began to throb and pump my cum deep in her.

After a few moments of truly intense orgasm, my vision cleared, and I found she had relaxed, and was breathing heavily, arms spread at her sides. I was still holding her hips tightly, and I looked down to enjoy the sight of my cock in her pussy, only to discover that without realizing it, I had plunged my cock into her ass.

We had never had anal sex before, and the realization caused my cock to swell momentarily, eliciting a deep groan from her.

“If you ever do that without warning me again, I’ll kick your ass… But damn. That felt incredible.”

I found your site on Tumblr. Someone reblogged a photo of you on another site. You were wearing a blue bra and blue and green panties, and I thought you looked hot, so I clicked through. On the first page you mention watching a video of a girl getting off, and that you want to put something in your vag. (I don’t really like that word, but somehow your blunt usage of it, the way you casually mention needing something inside you, it seems sexual, instead of clinical.)

I start paging back through your archives, looking for more photos. On page two, you are answering questions from your followers, telling them your bra size and sexual fantasies. One guy says he wants to spank you and cum on your ass. You like that idea.

On page three, I find a video of you sitting on your vibe. I watch you grind up and down, sliding it in and out of your pussy. I listen to the sound of your breath as you fuck yourself faster and faster. The video ends before you cum, and I am disappointed, but turned on.

By page four, I am stiff as a board. My cock is straining against my jeans. Below a photo of you spreading your ass, your toy lodged deep in your pussy, there is a post from you talking about how horny you are, and how you need someone to “drill your cunt.” I press my hand against my erection, inhaling at the pressure, and imagine surprising you by pulling the vibrator out, and replacing it with my cock.

Scrolling down, I find the next photo of you. You are sitting back on your bed, completely naked. The camera is positioned between your spread thighs, your breasts at the top of the frame, one nipple visible, and begging for me to wrap my lips around it. One hand reaches between your legs, fingers spreading your lips to show your clit. Between your fingers I can just see your trimmed pubic hair, very short, growing back around a small landing strip.

But what makes my cock surge and drives me to unbutton my pants and finally begin stroking is that your pussy is glistening wet and creamy. I can tell how turned on you are, and I imagine you taking this photo, and then typing that post begging for someone to drill your cunt. I want to be there, to rub the head of my cock along your lips, spreading your cream over my head before I push deep into you. I imagine your cunt wrapping tightly around me, as I slide slowly and effortlessly into your wet, creamy pussy.

I’m breathing quickly, feeling my cock stiffen in my hands, and my balls tighten. I just found your site 15 minutes ago, and now I’m about to cum from looking at your photos.

I imagine you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs wrapped around me, my cock buried in your vag. I start fucking you faster, the wet sounds driving me towards orgasm. I imagine your fingers gripping my shoulder, biting your lip as you watch my cock drill into you. I grab your tits and pull on your nipples and am rewarded by you groaning. I imagine you reach between us, rubbing your clit. You lean forward, your body tensing, and I feel a fluttering around the head of my cock, and then you get a bit tighter and wetter.

Leaning back on the couch, my hand is flying on my cock, my fingers rubbing against the edge of my head, swollen and hard in my hand. I breathe heavily and stare at the image of your creamy vag, and feel the familiar tightening in my balls. My legs stiffen, and I cum hard. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the hot fluid pumping out, running down my fingers and cock, dripping on my belly.

I catch my breath and smile as I click the “follow” button. I can’t wait to see what you post next.

We had been flirting all evening, and as the party wore on, things started getting more adventurous. The host was moving soon, and clearly wasn’t going to be happy until the party turned into some sort of orgy. He had been liberal with drinks and weed all evening, and we weren’t the only couple building up towards an obvious conclusion.

Eventually some variation of strip-poker / spin-the-bottle / truth-or-dare started up, and it wasn’t long until most of us were naked or nearly so. She was down to a black thong with wide pink lace trim, and I was completely naked. Most of the guys in the circle were at least semi-hard, depending on how much attention had been focussed on them recently. The host had two girls, one on each side, each giggling and trying to distract him by doing interesting things while he kept the game going.

Eventually, the bottle landed on her, and the host announced that her dare was seven minutes in heaven, the old teenage kissing-in-the-closet party game. She smiled and pointed to me and walked towards the bedroom.

“WAIT!” bellowed the host, and announced a modified rule. The rule was that we had to sit on the couch, her in my lap, my cock in her pussy, and the first one to cum loses. She hesitated for only a second and then announced I was going down.

The couch was in the main room, but on the other side from where the group sat on the floor playing the game. It wasn’t private, but we weren’t the center of attention, either. I sat down, and before I knew what was happening, she dove between my legs and started sucking my cock.

“Hey!” I protested, half-heartedly, “that’s cheating! You can’t get me ready to cum like that!”

A roar of laughter came from the host and the few members of the party who weren’t already breaking away to start their own action. She released my cock with a wet pop, slid her panties off before climbing on top of me.

“All’s fair,” she grinned, and then lowered herself onto my cock. I groaned as her pussy wrapped around my head, and she laughed “This is going to be easier than I thought!”

I breathed carefully and calmed myself. She wasn’t moving, I noticed, and she was wet enough that I had slid easily into her.

“I dunno, seems like I’m not the only one who’s ready to go.”

“Hey, boy, I’ve got self-control. I bet you jerk off every night. You’re gonna cum first.”

“You think about me jerking off a lot, do you?”

“Ha! No, I usually think about the soccer team before slipping into bed with my vibrator.”

My cock twitched inside her.

“Oh, you like that thought, do you? Well, let me tell you all about it. I watch the soccer team practice sometimes, and I sit in the stands, squeezing my legs together, leaning forward to put pressure on my clit, and just admiring their legs. Then when I get home, sometimes I find I’ve creamed all over my panties. On those nights, I go to bed naked.”

My cock swelled again and she rolled her hips, causing a wave of pleasure.

“I usually spend awhile just touching my body, playing with my tits. Sometimes if I’m in the right mood, I can get off just by squeezing my nipples.” As she said this, she pulled on her nipples, both right at my eyeline. I put my hands on her hips as she rocked again, and I groaned, feeling my cock slip deeper inside her.

“When I really want to get down to business, I get out my vibrator. It’s just a little pocket rocket, but it’s got this little textured head, and when I press it against my clit, I can feel it in my toes. I lie on my back, and spread my legs, with my clit buzzing and imagine a guy pressing on top of me.” As she said this, she leaned forward, pressing her breast against my face. I tried to think calm, non sexy thoughts, but her voice kept whispering right above my ear, her breath husky.

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm… but sometimes I need more, and I roll over onto my stomach. One arm under me, keeping pressure on my clit, and with the other I reach behind me. I need that pressure inside, that feeling of being filled. I’ll get up on my knees and rock back and forth, thrusting two even three fingers inside from behind…” She was full-on humping me now, grinding my cock deeper into her, arms wrapped around my head, thighs wrapped around my legs, pulling me, moaning in my ear.

“Every now and then, when it’s really good, and I’m working my clit and fucking myself I feel this extra release and I g…” before she could finish this though, I reached behind her and slid my hand down her ass. Finding the root of my cock already filling her, I pulled my fingers back up, and slid a finger into her ass, the opening already wet and slick, offering no resistance.

She cried out in surprise, and I felt her pussy and asshole suddenly tighten, clamping down on my cock and finger. The extra sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned and pushed upward, my cock pumping inside her as I came, her pussy twitching and spasming around me. She stiffened when she felt me cum and gripped my shoulder hard, clearly pushed over the edge as well.

After a second, I eased my finger out of her ass, and she moaned happily in my ear.

“Who won?” I asked, breathlessly.

“I think we both did,” she whispered as she nibbled my ear.

I clicked the green button, and suddenly her video window was there on my desktop. She held up her phone for me to see, gave it a kiss, and then winked at me as she reached down between her legs with the phone.

She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. She was wearing a button-up white shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt.

I couldn’t see it, but I knew that her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to her workplace. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office.

I tested our situation immediately by sending a text to her phone. After a second, I didn’t hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera.

“God, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I’m going to have to be careful,” she typed into our chat window.

“I’m going to keep you jumping all day,” I replied.

True to my word, I would send her a text every 15 or 20 minutes. She had agreed to keep her phone under her skirt, pressed against her clit all day. After awhile, she got pretty good at not reacting so that anyone but me would notice. But I could see the slight stiffening of her posture, or a momentary pause in her typing.

Once, I heard a coworker come in to start chatting with her and I quickly sent a text. She didn’t bat an eyelid, though I saw her reach over to grip the edge of her desk, and when her coworker left, she glared at me. I sent her three texts in a row for that.

She would have to leave her desk to talk to someone or go to the restroom, but she always put the phone back. I trusted her, but I still sent a test text shortly after she sat down each time, just for fun.

As the day progressed, I started upping the ante. I sent several texts in a row, or I would actually call and let her phone ring once or twice. The longer vibration from the calls would usually leave her slightly flushed and biting her lip.

Around 4, her boss walked in to discuss something. After a second, I sent a text.

No reaction. I sent two more texts.

Still no reaction. She was nodding patiently as her boss kept talking.

I dailed her phone and let it ring once… twice… three times… FOUR times… voice mail. I can’t be sure, but I think I saw her breathing quicken towards the end.

I wait a second and dial again. Once more, it rings four times and goes to voice mail. She seems to be trying even harder to avoid reacting, sitting primly, with her hands folded in her lap.

I give her a moment’s respite, and then dial again. While it’s ringing her boss walks out and she immediately turns to her computer and looks at me through the camera. “Please,” she mouths silently.

I hang up. She takes a ragged breath and closes her eyes, centering herself, and I dial again.

I small whimper escapes her lips and she grips the desk on either side of her keyboard tightly. Her eyes are closed and she breathes deeply as it rings and rings between her thighs.

As I hear her voice mail prompt start again, she stands, smooths her clothes down, grabs her phone and walks away.

10 minutes later, I get a text: “Had to go to the bathroom. Panties soaked. Took them off. Be home in 30 minutes.”

I grinned, closed my laptop and walked out of my office to follow her home.

She wouldn’t let me fuck her. I forget why, now, because we were both drunk, and we did pretty much everything else. The party was wild, and at one point it seemed only natural that we see how many people we could fit into the dorm room’s tiny shower. We were all fully dressed, but of course the shower got turned on, and the most sober people quickly scattered in dripping, giggling commotion.

After a minute, there was just the two of us in the hot spray. Our hands were everywhere. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I was sucking on her neck and had worked my hand up her shirt and into her bra. Her nipple hardened under my palm and she ground against me and moaned in my ear.

We separated briefly as we quickly removed our sopping wet clothes. She was short and curvy, with large hips and a fantastic ass. She grabbed my erect cock and and ran her nails lightly down my chest, and then turned around. With one hand on the wall, she used her other hand to position my cock so it was sandwiched between her cheeks, pointing up her back. Then she put both hands on the wall, arched her back, and started moving her ass.

It only took me a second to figure out what she wanted. I grabbed her hips and squeezed her ass together to squeeze my cock, and started thrusting against her. She groaned and kept rubbing against me. The hot water was spraying on her back, running down over us. The heat and friction were great… not quite as good as what I wanted to do, but good enough that within a minute or two I groaned and pushed hard, and the first shot of cum landed between her shoulder blades, the rest pumping out of my head and running between her cheeks,

I spun her around and pushed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her hard, my cock pressing against her belly and her hands on my chest.

She was dating my cousin when they both came to my birthday party. She was wearing a patchwork hippie skirt and a tight gray tanktop with no bra. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, and I had been checking her out all night. She must have been aware, because she caught me alone in the hallway. We had barely met, and had probably spoken ten words to each other, but the tension was heavy in the air.

“I didn’t get you a gift,” she said. I forget what I said back — probably something lame about how we had just met, but she leaned closer and insisted that she wouldn’t feel right without giving me something. My cock was already straining at my pants, swelling at the implications.

“You’re dating my cousin… I can’t do anything…” I pleaded lamely. She frowned and started to lean away when I was struck with inspiration: “Let me taste you.”

“I thought we couldn’t do anything?” she purred.

“We don’t have to do anything… Just slip your finger into your pussy and let me taste you.” I had never felt so bold.

She leaned back against the wall and stared at me for a moment. For a long second I was afraid she was going to leave, disappointed that I couldn’t follow her lead, but then she slowly traced one hand down her chest, starting between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, and then under the waistband of her skirt. I watched her reach lower, and then bite her lip and inhale.

She leaned forward and brought her hand up to my face. She teased me for a moment, letting me see her middle finger was glistening wet, before she ran it along my bottom lip and into my mouth. I cought a brief whiff of her scent, and then sucked on her finger. She gasped a little as I sucked and licked, cleaning all traces of her wetness.

“Now, what are you going to give me?” she asked when I released her.

“I thought that was a birthday present?” I asked?

“Well, maybe my birthday is coming up soon. It wouldn’t be fair for you not to give me something after I gave you something so… personal.”

I hesitated for a second, and then reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I was terrified that someone would find us, but my cock was already rock-hard, and it popped out of my boxers. She leaned back against the wall and watched eagerly as I stroked my shaft, teasing the head. In just a few seconds, there was a glistening pearl of precum on the tip. I carefully rubbed my thumb over it, coating it, and then leaned forward and brought my thumb to her lips.

She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and sucking deeply before letting it slip back out.

She smiled, wiped her lips, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” she said as she walked back to the party.

The room was crowded, and the meeting was long and boring. I reclined in my chair and looked around the room. Most of my coworkers were seated at the long conference table along with me. There weren’t enough seats, so anyone who showed up too late to sit were standing around the perimeter of the conference room. A few had hopped up on the counter running the length of one wall.

As my eyes scanned across, I realized that I was looking straight up Tricia’s dress. She was wearing an orange sundress that ended above her knees. Her legs were just barely parted, and I couldn’t quite see anything, but I couldn’t help trying. As if she sensed me looking, she suddenly crossed her legs, and I looked away, continuing my sweep around the room, though I was no longer really looking.

As our boss droned on, my attention kept drifting back to her legs. I was praying she would shift, or cross her legs the other way, and I would catch a glimpse. For what seemed like an eternity, I kept stealing quick glances to my left… and it was perhaps inevitable I would get caught.

As I glanced over one more time, I realized she was looking straight at me. Quickly, guiltily, I met her eyes, expecting anger. Instead, I found an amused look on her face, and then she slowly, deliberately, uncrossed her legs. For a moment, before she recrossed them, her legs spread a bit wider than she needed to, and I saw all the way up her thighs to a pair of black mesh panties.

I felt an immediate surge between my legs, and then the moment was over, as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes were back on our boss, her legs crossed as through nothing had happened. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to focus.

“I’ll let you cum in my mouth if you put your cock in me while I get off,” she said, unexpectedly. We were sitting on the couch together, watching a movie, I forget what. She was still wearing the low-cut dress she’d had on at the bar that night.

“Um,” I stammered, “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, have you?” She hesitated before answering, crossed her legs, then uncrossed them before turning to look me in the eye.

“Look, she said, “you’re cute, you’re only here for the weekend, you’re crashing on my couch, and I haven’t gotten laid in weeks.” She leaned forward, poking my chest, letting me look down her cleavage at her bright pink bra. “Now, are you in or out?”

Three minutes later, we were in her room, taking each other’s clothes off. I pulled her dress over her head, and she undid my belt and helped me step out of my pants. I took my shirt off, and she licked my ear as I struggled out of my boxers.

“Rules,” she breathed in my ear. “Don’t fuck me, and don’t cum in me. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I want to taste your cum.” She lay down on her back, ass on the edge of the bed, and I ran my hands between her legs. Her panties, some sort of thin mesh fabric, were already wet. I pulled them down while she removed her bra, freeing her large breasts.

“I’ve been having trouble getting off by myself lately. I need something more than a vibe or my fingers.” As she spoke, I stood between her legs, stroking my stiffening cock. I could see she kept everything trimmed short, just the slightest hint of a bush, all the short little hairs just long enough to point down towards her already glistening lips.

“I need something hot and stiff to fill me up, but I don’t want you to fuck me. I just want you in me. Just hold still, firm and deep, until I cum, then you can cum.” I stepped forward, rubbed my head up along her lips, and she inhaled sharply as I brushed against her clit. Moving back down, she parted slickly around me, and I slid easily inside.

Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip as I pushed into her. I slid quickly out, and then more firmly back in, and she wrapped her legs tightly around, holding my cock as deep in her as possible. I groaned, wanting to continue, and she grinned. Breathing deeply, we just held there for a moment, her pussy warm and soft around me.

She squeezed her tits, rubbing from the outside towards the middle, ending by pinching each nipple firmly. She softly moaned, and did it again, and this time I felt her cunt squeeze around me. Still cupping one breast, she reached up with her right hand and slipped two fingers into her mouth. She kept eye contact with me and smiled when she felt my cock surge in response to her pantomimed blow job.

I leaned back, grabbing her knees, and she loosened her grip around my waist, sensing that I now understood her need. Then she reached between us and began rubbing her clit.

Watching her was incredibly hot. Her breathing became ragged, and her eyes glazed. Her fingers moved in tight circles, brushing me on each stroke. Her fingernails, slightly sharp, nearly scratching as she began to move more frantically.

It probably only took a few minutes, but trying to hold perfectly still while watching her build towards her orgasm was very difficult. My cock was hard and tight, and I could picture my head, swollen and round, rubbing against her own engorged pussy walls. Every now and then she would gasp slightly, and I would feel her suddenly gape around me, and then seconds later, contract just as suddenly.

“Oh god,” she breathed, “I’m gonna cum.” She seemed startled, and her whole body began to tense, knees pulling upwards, her head lifting off the bed, eyes closed. “Now!” she gasped, “Oh now!” Her fingers stopped moving, and I felt a sudden rush of warmth around the base of my shaft, and then her pussy was tighter, squeezing, pulsing, pushing down around me. I had to push back to stay inside her, as she tried to straighten her legs. She groaned loudly and gradually loosened, laying back on the bed, breathing heavily.

After a moment, I shifted slightly, pressing my cock deeper into her. She moaned, and opened her eyes. As she looked eagerly at me, I realized that I was on the brink myself, breath ragged, heartbeat pulsing in my cock.

“Now,” she said, “It’s your turn.” She wriggled around under me, sliding off the edge of the bed. I slipped out of her, and as she came down to kneel between my legs, my cock came to rest against her cheek. It was slick with her juices and she playfully licked the length of it, flicking the tip with her tongue.

After a second of teasing, realizing she was going to keep going like this, I grabbed my cock with one hand and her head with the other. Not pushing her, just holding her where I needed her. She moaned happily, and opened her mouth as I began pumping. Everything was so wet and I was so hard, I knew it wouldn’t be long. She kept her mouth open, just at the tip, still licking and teasing with her tongue.

As I neared my finish, she continued making happy little moans and I realized that her hand was back between her legs, moving quickly. I gripped her hair more tightly, and she groaned deeply “cum for me,” and then I was. The first spurt ended up on her tongue, and then she wrapped her lips around me. I came hard shooting into her mouth, and then when she opened her lips, dripping onto her tits and belly.

After a minute, I staggered backwards and leaned against the wall, and stayed where she was, kneeling by the bed, licking her lips and idly rubbing her clit while my cum dripped down her chest.

“That,” she said, “was exactly what I needed.”

I woke up with a pair of lips wrapped around my cock. Half asleep, I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my head and squeezed my shaft with her hand. I felt, more than heard, the aroused sounds and small moans she was making as my cock stiffened in her mouth. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair, feeling her head bob up and down on me.

I opened my eyes and was suddenly wide awake as I realized who was going down on me. My bedroom door was slightly open, and in the light from the hallway, I could see my roommate’s girlfriend kneeling next to me on the bed. She was still wearing the silver dress she went clubbing in, and it was low-cut enough that I could see her tits down the front of it.

Startled, I gripped her hair, and any thoughts I was about to have of telling her to stop vanished instantly as she moaned and pushed her head further down, and I felt my cock slide into her throat. I inhaled sharply and let go of her hair and she slowly slid my cock all the way out of her mouth, and then sucked just the head back in.

As she began rubbing her hand up and down the length of me and working her tongue around the most sensitive part of my head, I turned to the side and pulled her thighs so that her knees were by my shoulders. I slid my hand up the back of her thigh, to her ass. Her panties were thin mesh, and already damp. I slid a finger under and pulled them to one side, and then plunged my middle finger into her already soaking pussy. She arched her back and started bobbing her head up and down again.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of her mouth on my cock. It was hot and wet, and she was making slurping noises. I slid another finger into her pussy, and she rocked back slightly, pushing my fingers deeper into her.

I began to slide my fingers in and out, matching my pace her hers, sliding my fingers into her up to the knuckle just as she slid me into her throat, and pulling almost all the way out as she slipped her lips up, squeezing the base of my shaft as she did.

In just a few seconds my breathing was ragged. Sensing I was getting close, she picked up the pace, and so did I. Oh god, I whispered, you’re making me cum… and I pushed my fingers deep into her and held them there as my cock started twitching and pumping cum into her mouth. She moaned happily and continued to rub and lick, letting my cum run out of her mouth and all over her fingers and me.

When my orgasm passed, I let my fingers slip out of her, and before I could say anything, she drunkenly weaved her way out the bedroom door. A few seconds later, I heard our front door open and close and she was gone. After I cleaned up and climbed back in bed, I wondered if I should tell my roommate that his girlfriend had come into the wrong room, or just hope that it happened again.

My longest recurring fantasy has to do with sneaking into your bedroom and fucking you while you masturbate. Often, when I’m getting off, I imagine you doing the same. I picture you laying on your stomach on your bed, on top of the covers. Sometimes I picture you naked, as if you just got out of the shower, warm and pink-skinned. Other times you are mostly dressed, your skirt hiked around your waist and your panties discarded on the floor, as if you got home from work and went straight to the bedroom.

But always you are laying on your stomach, with one hand between your thighs, fingers frantically rubbing circles around your clit. Your legs are spread, and I can see that your pussy is inflamed with lust, lips slightly parted, and glistening with your wetness. Your eyes are closed, but your mouth is open, and you’re breathing heavily. Your body is tense, and I can tell that you’re building towards a rocking orgasm.

In my fantasy, I have somehow managed to sneak into your room without you noticing. I am standing near the foot of your bed, watching you masturbate, and I am intensely aroused. My pants are off, and I am stroking my erect cock.

Your breathing is becoming huskier, and you’re making quiet little moans and sounds of pleasure as you build towards your climax. Suddenly, I hear your breath catch, and see your pussy start to clench as the orgasm begins to wash over you.

That’s when I step between your open legs, grab your hips, and in one smooth motion, pull you back towards me. My cock slides easily into your cunt, which continues to pulse, eager to have something to squeeze. Your legs, suddenly dangling off the bed, quickly grab for purchase, and you wrap them around me.

My sudden presence startles you, naturally, and quickly, you’re up on your hands, your eyes wide open, looking back to see who’s suddenly fucking you. Raising up like that shifts your weight back, but I keep a firm grip on your hips, and push my cock even deeper into you. You groan and close your eyes again as your orgasm finishes rolling through your body, and I hold you firmly in place as you rock slightly back and forth.

Eventually your internal throbbing finishes, and you collapse back onto the bed. You barely have a chance to catch your breath, however, as I start slowly fucking you. You moan in time with my thrusts and grab desperately at the blankets.

After your orgasm, your pussy is practically gaping open, and the room is filled with sloppy wet noises. This seems to turn you on even more, and suddenly your cunt tightens around me, and I feel a surge of new wetness around my cock.

The fantasy ends many different ways. Sometimes, after a few minutes, I grunt out a warning, and you quickly twist around, dropping to your knees in front of me. You suck me off, eagerly tasting your own cream on my shaft until I cum in your mouth.

Other times, you warn me not to cum inside you, so I pull out at the last second, my cum shooting up your back, and running down your ass. You always seem startled (but pleased) at the feel of my hot cum on your skin.

Most times, however, I just keep fucking you until I cum inside you. Sometimes you start rubbing your clit again when I come, other times you just moan happily when you feel my cock pulsing inside you.

This idea, of sneaking in and filling you up just as you begin to orgasm is a frequent fantasy of mine. I have imagined you cumming in every way imaginable, but almost always because I slipped my cock inside you at just the right moment, and that idea turns me on incredibly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go fantasize about you one more time.

While no one was looking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room with her. We were at one of the more upscale clothing stores at the mall, where the dressing rooms are in a little hallway, and have full-length doors. We weren’t exactly isolated, but no one could see us, and if we were quiet, probably no one would bother us. I had been following her around the mall all morning, and I had been getting pretty bored, but as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me, I realized that she had really just been looking for the right dressing room.

“You’re crafty,” I whispered, and in reply she told me to sit down and watch. I sat down on the bench, and she hung up the clothes she had grabbed to get us into the dressing room. Then she turned around and started slowly gyrating while she started undressing. She was wearing a blue button-up shirt that snugly fit around her c-cup breasts. Her tan skirt was flared at the bottom and came to just above her knees, and she was wearing her boots with the big heels that brought her almost to my height.

Unbuttoning her shirt all the way, she slipped it off, leaving her standing in a thin white tank-top, through which I could clearly see her bra. It was also white, mostly satin with some decorative lace bits on the straps. She turned around to hang up her shirt, and I admired the way her hips swayed back and forth in the skirt.

As she turned back around, she ran her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts, grinning at me as she danced. She did a slow spin in place as she pulled the tank top up over her head, and I looked her up and down. Dropping the tank top to the floor, she cupped her tits again, this time biting her lip slightly as she slipped one hand inside her bra to tease her nipple.

I moved to stand up, and she shook her head, and then slowly, deliberately undid the buttons of her skirt. As it opened, I could see she was wearing a pair of panties that matched her bra. When she turned around and slipped her skirt off, I could see it was a thong. I reached down and rubbed my stiffening cock through my jeans. This was starting to turn me on.

Hanging her skirt on the hook with her shirt, she turned back to face me and smiled when she saw what I was doing. Wearing just her boots, bra and thong, she stepped forward and leaned down to kiss me deeply. Her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, and then pulled it over my head. When she bent over to unbutton my pants, I kicked my shoes off, and helped her slide my pants down around my ankles, so I could kick them off too.

As she straightened up, she lightly ran her hand along my cock, straining against my boxers, and then stepped back, resuming her slow gyrations. I could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra. As she turned away from me again, I stared at her ass while I quickly peeled my socks off.

Still facing away from me, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, which she slipped off and let fall to the floor. Turning back, she had her hands covering her breasts, squeezing and massaging them lightly. Then she ran her hands up into her hair, and I felt my cock get harder at the sight of her dark pink nipples, erect and rising from her areola, crinkled and contracted to the size of a quarter.

As she watched, I pulled my boxers down, and started slowly stroking my cock. She looked pleased, and quickly bent over, wrapping her lips around my head. The feel of her tongue on my skin and the sight of her breasts hanging free caused my erection to swell, and she moaned quietly in response.

With one final swirl of her tongue, apparently satisfied that I was hard enough, she stood up again. Turning away from me, she began sliding her thong down with exaggerated slowness. Bending over as she went, making sure I had a clear view of her ass and pussy. She was ready for me. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could see that she was soaking wet.

Before she could step out of her underwear, I stood up, still stroking my cock with one hand. I grabbed her hip with the other and with one quick movement, plunged deep into her cunt.

I heard a startled intake of breath from her, and then she grabbed her ankles and rocked back, pushing me deeper inside. I squeezed her hips, and holding her tightly, started fucking her in the dressing room.

Bent over like that, her pussy was tight around me, so it was hard to stay quiet. Judging from her ragged breathing, it wasn’t easy for her either, but other than a muffled squeak or moan every now and then, the only sound was a quiet slurping.

After a few minutes, she let go of her ankles and turned around to lean against the bench. I swiveled with her, and resumed fucking her right away. Looking down, I could see some of her pussy cream around the base of my shaft, which turned me on even more. Looking in the mirror, I could see her tits sway back and forth with each thrust. Her head was hanging down, her lips open, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her body.

She was tightly gripping the bench with one hand, but was reaching up between her legs with the other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing sped up, and I tried to match my speed to her hand, which I could feel tickling my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was hoping she was getting close when all of a sudden I felt her body tense. I looked in the mirror, and her eyes were wide open, staring right at me. I felt her pussy clench slightly around me, and she broke her silence to whisper my name.

That was all it took to push me over the edge, and then I was holding her tightly, pressed as deeply into her as I could. Just as her pussy stopped twitching, my cock started spasming, pumping my cum into her. My whole body shook with each spurt, and as the orgasm faded, I ran my hand up her back.

She slowly straightened, and turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed desperately, pressing our bodies together. After a few moments, I sat back down on the bench to catch my breath, and I watched as she carefully got dressed again. After a minute I got dressed, too, but when we were done, there was still one article of clothing lying on the floor. Picking it up, I saw it was her thong. She grabbed it and put it in her purse, and whispered in my ear that she was going without panties so she could walk through the mall and enjoy the feeling of our cum all over her pussy and thighs. The fact that no one would know about the mess just under her skirt would turn her on even more, so she warned me I better be ready to fuck her again when we got home.

She had too much to drink at the bar — hell, we both did — and I walked her home. More like carried her home, really. When we got inside, I walked her into her bedroom, intending to drop her there and then go home. But when she fell onto her bed, her legs were spread open and her skirt had ridden up a bit.

I figured, what’s the harm in a quick peek? I might never get a chance to see her panties again, so I leaned down and looked up her skirt. It looked like she was wearing some sort of dark blue panties, but I couldn’t really see very well. She looked thoroughly passed out, but I was still nervous as I lifted her skirt further up. Still not much of a view. Taking a deep breath, I slowly spread her legs further apart, and was rewarded with a nice view of her thong.

I was incredibly aroused by the situation. Some part of my brain knew this was a bad idea, but another part said “You’ve come this far, why not go a bit further?” So I pulled the straps of her tank-top down to get a look at her bra. It was also dark blue with a bit of lace on the cups to match her panties (planning on some action tonight, I thought). Watching her face for any sign of a reaction, I lightly ran my finger along her bra, tracing down her chest between her tits. When she didn’t respond at all, I slowly hooked one finger under the right cup and pulled it down. Her nipple was soft, with a large areola that gently faded in color to match the pale skin tone of the rest of her breast. I ran my finger around her nipple, and felt it harden slightly under my touch.

As if in reply, I felt a surge of blood in my cock as it hardened, and without thinking at all, I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked deeply on her tit, running my tongue all over, feeling her areola pucker and contract as her nipple hardened between my lips.

I let go of her tit with a wet pop, and stood up. She was spread lewdly out on her bed, legs over the corner, skirt pull up over her waist, and one tit popped out of her bra. Her arms were spread at her side, and her lips were open a little. She let out a tiny little moan, as if she could sense my gaze, and shifted slightly on the bed.

I should have left at that point (I should have left much earlier, actually), but instead I slide my hands up her hips and found the waistband of her underwear. It wasn’t exactly graceful, sliding them off, since I had to pull them out from under her without her help, but I got it done without waking her, and then I was looking at her shaved pussy.

To be honest, I was shocked. I really never would have pegged for a clean-shaven type of girl. I assumed I would find a neatly trimmed bush, or a landing strip at most. But there was her bare cunt, glistening at me.

Yes, glistening. She was soaking wet. I have no idea why. She had been flirting with a guy back at the bar, maybe that’s what got her going. Or maybe on some level her body was responding to what I was doing. Hell, maybe she was dreaming about the guy at the bar, and my touches were just feeding into that. Whatever the reason, there was no mistaking it.

Hardly believing what I was seeing, I spread her legs further. Her pussy lips opened a little, and I could see her clit poking out from its hood. I ran a finger down the length of her lips, and then, without really realizing what I was doing, I leaned forward and took a taste.

I ran my tongue from the opening of her pussy up between her lips and over her clit. Then back down again, and I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could. She tasted so good, like pure sex, and my cock was rock hard, straining at my pants.

Then suddenly I was standing, undoing my pants. I knew this was wrong, but at that point, nothing could have stopped me. It seemed like it was meant to be. I had one hand on her ankle, holding her leg up over my shoulder, and the other wrapped around my cock. I leaned into her, rubbing the head against her lips, which parted invitingly around me, and then I slid into her.

I could feel her pussy wrapped hotly around the length of my shaft, and I slid it back out. Then slowly back in, and quickly back out. Then I was pumping in and out of her. Her pussy seemed to contract, gripping me tightly. I looked at her one free tit moving back and forth as I fucked her. She was breathing deeply, completely unaware of what I was doing — but her body seemed to know exactly what was happening, and invited it.

There was a wet slurping sound as I continued to thrust into her, and the smell of her pussy filled the room. I was dizzy with the situation, and suddenly I realized I was about to cum. It was all I could do to reach down and grab my cock. I pulled out, but I had already spurted once inside her, despite my best efforts to hold off. My head was extremely sensitive, and I felt my hot cum on my fingers as they slid up, brushing over her clit. Realizing the damage was done, I slipped the head of my cock back into her cunt, stroking my shaft as I continued to pump my cum into her seemingly eager pussy.

When I was done, I stepped back, and looked at the mess I had left. Her discarded panties were lying on the floor, her top was tugged down over one tit, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. My cum was everywhere. One spurt had shot upwards, running down her hip from her belly. Her pussy lips were spread apart, cum smeared across them where my hand had been rubbing as I jerked off inside her. As I watched, more cum silently dripped out of her, running over her ass and leaving a wet spot on her sheets.

Quietly, I buttoned my pants back up, and then pulled her panties back over her feet and up her legs. Again, it was tricky getting them over her hips, and when I was done, the dark blue fabric clung to her wet pussy. I did my best to straighten her clothes, and then slipped out the front door.

We’re at the movies, but neither one of us is paying any attention to what’s happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old, and there are maybe 15 other people in the theater, and none of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for 20 minutes, and she’s whispering filthy things in my ear.

She’s wearing her work clothes, since we met here right after she got off. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost down to her navel, and she’s undoing her pants right now. The armrest between us is up, and we’re sitting very close together. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand is inside her bra.

She’s telling me that she’s been thinking about me all day, and the more she thought about me, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet.

As she tells me this, I am squeezing her breast and slowly pinching her nipple. I feel her lips brush against my ear as she whispers, and I feel an answering surge of lust from my own groin. I slide my hand back, rubbing her hardening nipple against my palm, and she shifts her hips to press against me as she moans appreciatively.

She tells me that she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing she would see me today. She says she wore her favorite bra, the one that pushes her tits together and gives her great cleavage, just for me. She tells me that when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found out that she had already creamed in her panties.

I ask her to prove it, and she immediately leans back and slides one hand down her belly, and into her unbuttoned pants. She licks my ear, and then reaches her hand up, slipping her middle finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the promised pussy cream. It is thick on her finger, and the taste is a hard-to-describe mixture of salty, musky, and feminine… and really turns me on.

With one leg hooked over my own, she reaches back into her pants and tells me that she’s lightly stroking her clit. She tells me about how she masturbates almost every night to fall asleep, climbing into bed, wearing a thin tank top and her panties. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, only occasionally slipping inside her pussy to bring her wetness out. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm is building, she imagines she’s sucking on a cock, and will slide two fingers into her mouth, desperately licking and sucking on them as she cums.

She’s starting to breathe heavily in my ear while she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind, kneeling on her bed, with the guy standing behind her. She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for this — how she can rock backwards, feeling the guy’s cock deep inside her pussy, and then after he cums (either in her, or across her back), she can collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She says she loves the feeling when the guy’s cum slips out of her, and onto her fingers, hot and sticky.

I can tell she’s getting close when she tells me that for the past few nights, her fantasy has been about me, her newest lover, fucking her ass. She says she wants to lay on her back, with a pillow under her butt and her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as my cock slides into her. She wants to use her vibrator on her clit and cum while I’m fucking her.

Sensing my cue, I slide my hand down from her hip and into her panties. She leans forward and sits up just enough that I can slip my hand under her, and then she’s leaning back again. My hand is between her cheeks, and my middle finger is just resting on the opening of her pussy. I can feel her other hand moving in small, quick circles on her clit, and I move my finger in time, gently teasing her and getting wet before I slide back and find her ass.

She is ready, and my finger easily slides in up to the second joint. She inhales suddenly, and freezes for a moment, and then she’s moving again, pressing up against me, fingers flying on her clit, hips rolling in a lazy circle, and begging me to make her cum. She’s whispering so fast and intently in my ear, that all the words run into one another, “ohgodmakemecummakemecumcumcumfuckmepleasefuckmyassandmakemecum…”

I start moving my finger. Due to our position, I can’t really slide in and out of her ass, but I do my best, pushing deep into her and then pulling back to put more pressure at the top, and then pushing forward, rubbing against the bottom, knowing she can feel it in her cunt.

It doesn’t take long. Within a few seconds, I hear her breath catch in her throat, and she leans heavily against me, her head on my shoulder, rocking slightly as her orgasm rolls over her. I can feel her ass squeeze my finger, and hold steady, providing solid pressure for her body to react to. As it dissipates, and her breath returns to normal, I kiss her deeply and slip my finger out. She wimpers slightly and before we’re done kissing, I can feel her hand sliding up my thigh. The movie’s not over yet…

As soon as the door to her apartment opened, our hands were all over each other. Our coats hit the ground, and we frantically kissed as we staggered into her bedroom. She grabbed my ass with one hand and the back of my head with her other, while my hands slide down her sides and I grabbed her hips. Our bodies pressed together as we bumped into her bed, and fell backwards, still eagerly groping each other.

I pulled away, standing up to pull down my pants and boxers, and kicking off my shoes so I could step out of my pants. She pulled up her skirt, and quickly lifted her hips in the air while she slid off her panties.

In a heartbeat, I was back on top of her. I sucked on her ear and she gasped as my already erect cock rubbed against her. Reaching between us, she deftly maneuvered my head, rubbing it against her already wet lips, and then slipping me inside. I begin thrusting into her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I propped myself up on my elbows, and she put her hands on my shoulders. She was excited and breathing hard, with her eyes wide open. She almost looked startled, except that she kept getting little shivers and making quiet little moaning noises between breaths.

I slid two of my fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes and eagerly started sucking on them, running her tongue all along and between my fingers, wetly slurping as I fucked her. I slid my fingers in and out of her mouth, and she moved her head back and forth, fucking my hand, and mirroring the motion as my cock slid in and out of her cunt.

“I want to cum in your mouth,” I said and she groaned with pleasure around my fingers.

I stood up and stepped back from the bed, and she quickly jumped down to her knees in front of me. She swallowed my cock, wrapping her fingers around the base, and sucked deeply, causing me to shudder. Pulling back, she slid her lips up and down, licking every bit of her cream off my shaft.

With a wet smack, she let me slip out of her mouth, and then reached down and popped her tits out of her low-cut shirt. She had a fantastic rack with big pink nipples, which she pulled on excitedly, and then leaned forward so my cock was nestled between her tits, which she squeezed together and started sliding up and down around me.

The sight of my cock sliding wetly between her perfect tits caused me to feel a surge in my balls, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long.

“Oh, make me cum, baby,” I said, and she let go of her breasts to wrap her hands around my shaft, and her lips around my head. She slid her hands up and down a bit, squeezing and rubbing while her tongue flicked at the tip and she slid my head in and out of her lips.

She was still breathing heavily, moaning and slurping around my cock, and hearing how turned on this was making her put me over the edge. I groaned and my whole groin spasmed as my spunk filled her mouth. She moaned, pleased with the results of her work.

Looking down, I saw that although she was still gently sucking on my head, she had let my cum run out of her mouth, where it had fallen on her tits. She was rubbing it into her nipples with one hand, and the other had disappeared under her skirt, where she had started rubbing her clit.

“We’re not done yet, mister,” she said happily.

The train was so crowded that she was basically forced to sit in my lap. The basketball game had just gotten out, and in seconds the train car was packed to capacity. I had been sitting in the solo seat in the very back of the car, listening to my headphones. The car had already been full enough that some people were standing. She had been standing right in front of me, facing away when everyone crowded on. With all the jostling, she got knocked back into my lap, and before she could get back up, the doors had shut, and there was no room for her to stand anymore.

Our seat was facing into the middle of the car, with the back to the window. To the right was the back of the train car, and to the left was the back of a double set of seats. There was quite a bit of standing room in front of us, which was now packed full of people.

She looked at me and shrugged, and I shrugged back, trying to stay casual. I wasn’t sure if she recognized me, but I sure recognized her. She frequently rode the same train home that I did, and she was definitely noticeable. She tended to wear short skirts and high heels, and when she walked her strut was so strong it was almost funny. I expected kettle drums to start playing like in cartoons. boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.

Today she had on a flowy black skirt that came down to just above her knees, and a dark blue button-up shirt. Her short hair was clipped back behind her ears, which were bright red, probably because she was blushing a bit at our awkward situation.

She tried to scoot forward, but as the train sped away from the station, the crowd shifted back towards us, and she ended up even more firmly in my lap. She grabbed the handhold of the seatback to her left, and shifted her weight a little — which put pressure right on my cock.

I tried to ignore that, and not think about the hot girl sitting on me, but the heat of her legs and ass against my crotch, combined with the vibration of the train meant I was quickly getting hard. I caught myself staring at the back of her neck and imagining kissing it, and quickly looked away.

I watched the scenery passing by and tried to think innocent thoughts, but it was useless. Every bump, every jostle, every movement of the train made me more aware of her. I tried not to move and hoped that my erection pressing into her rear wasn’t too obvious.

All of a sudden, without saying a word, she reached down and pulled the back of her skirt out from under her. I looked around, shocked, but she wasn’t making eye contact. Miraculously, no one else was, either. Because of our position in the train, only the people standing right next to us could see anything, and they were all either facing away from us or had their faces buried in a newspaper. No one had seen what she did, and if they looked now, they probably wouldn’t notice her skirt hiked up a bit in the back. From the front, she was completely covered, but from behind, it was just her panties (and my pants) between us.

Then she shifted her weight again, moving her hips around in a circle, and basically rubbing against my cock, which was nestled between her cheeks. I felt a surge of blood as I got even harder, and then she did it again. Her left hand, which was basically hidden from view between us and the next row of seats, reached down and gave my leg a squeeze.

Taking this as my signal, I looked up again to make sure no one was looking, and then I moved my left hand between us. She lifted her weight just enough for me to slip my hand in. As I unbuttoned my fly, I could feel that she had some kind of lacy panties on, and then I pulled my cock out.

She sat back down, and now my erection was between her legs, sticking forward. I could feel the rough texture of her underwear against the sensitive skin of my head. The heat between her legs turned me on even more, and she squeezed her legs together a bit, pressing me against her.

For several minutes, we just sat like that, with my cock nestled between her legs, rubbing against her panties with every bump of the train. I was constantly scanning the faces of the crowd pressed around us, but nearly all of my attention was on what was happening under her skirt.

I was starting to wonder what was going to happen next when the train went into a tunnel. She took advantage of the momentary plunge into darkness to lift herself up, pull her underwear to one side, and sat back down, all in one quick movement. Again, no one seemed to notice, and now instead of rubbing against her panties, I was pressed directly against her pussy.

Again, she shifted her weight slightly, and I gasped a little when I felt her lips smoothly slip along my shaft. She was already soaking wet. Apparently I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by our forced intimacy.

As subtly as I could, I tried to slowly wiggle myself around so that I would slip inside her. It didn’t work, but it did succeed in rubbing more of her wetness onto my head. After a minute I was starting to get frustrated when she took action — she pretended to sneeze, and took advantage of the sudden motion to quickly part her legs and lift up just enough, and then come back down on me.

I froze, terrified that everyone would suddenly notice what we were up to. But all that happened is the guy reading his newspaper said “Bless You,” without even looking. She said thanks, and pressed her ass firmly against me, sliding my cock a little deeper in her pussy.

The angle was awkward, we could barely move for fear of being discovered, and I can’t have been very deep inside her… but it didn’t matter. We were both so turned on by the idea of what we were doing that we might as well have been screaming in pleasure. I couldn’t believe how hot her pussy felt, and my cock was throbbing in excitement.

She didn’t move at all, but because of the train, we didn’t need to move much. Every jostle and bump sent a shock of pleasure as I slipped a little bit in or out of her, and there was a constant, rhythmic vibration from the wheels on the tracks.

I tried to carefully control my breathing and look like nothing interesting was happening, which was very difficult to do, as I felt her start squeezing me. Her cunt was tightening around my cock and loosening, just as if her hand was wrapped around me. I’ve felt girls squeeze me before, but I swear it’s never been so dramatic. I don’t know if I was just particularly aware because of the circumstances or if she was just talented in that regard, but the net effect was the same.

Without moving at all, in the middle of a crowded train, we were fucking each other. As the minutes passed, I grew more sensitive, and I could feel the vibration of the train car deep in the base of my cock. Combined with the tightening action of her pussy, I was building up to an orgasm.

I had no way to tell her what was going to happen, and even if I could, there was nothing we could do about it. That knowledge, that I was not only fucking this woman I had admired from a distance for so long, but that I was about to cum inside her, caused my cock to swell with pleasure.

I breathed deeply, and then suddenly my entire groin was pulsing as I came. I felt her start slightly, and then press firmly against me again as I pumped my cum into her pussy. I wanted desperately to wrap my arms around her, squeeze her tits and bite her neck while I came, but instead I held as still as possible, with my eyes tightly shut, feeling every spurt with her lips wrapped around my head.

After a minute, it passed, and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Looking around quickly, I saw that no one had noticed. The noise of the train and all the surrounding conversations combined with the tight press of people had effectively hidden us in plain sight.

Even more surprising, however, was that we were coming into the train stop. Somehow the entire half-hour ride had passed. I was grateful that the timing had worked out. She stayed sitting on me as we pulled into the station, even when my cock softened and slipped out of her. I could tell we were both a wet mess down there, but there was nothing we could do about it just yet. Once the doors opened, everyone was in such a hurry to get out that no one was looking as she stood up. Her skirt slipped down, neatly covering her up, but I had to move quickly to button my pants back up. They were a bit wet, but nothing too noticeable, I hoped.

I looked at her as we walked off the train, unsure what, if anything, to say, but she just winked and walked away. I laughed and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up.

She gasped when I brushed my hand over her nipple — As much from surprise as from pleasure, I think. We were both half-asleep, lounging in bed. She was an old friend from high school, visiting home for the weekend from her out-of-state college. We were planning to spend the day together, but she had shown up around 7am after her train got in, and I normally didn’t get up until noon on the weekends.

In high school, we had been pretty close, even though we never dated, and we had even slept in the same bed a few times before at all-night parties. So when I suggested we climb back into bed for a few hours, she didn’t seem to mind. She took off her sweater and corduroy pants and climbed under the blankets with me. She snuggled up against me for warmth, lying with her back to me, and my arm around her middle. I was wearing boxers, and she was just wearing her underwear and a thin tank top.

For a few hours, we did just sleep, but over time I became increasingly aware of her body. She was about the same height as me, just a little bit shorter, and very skinny with small boobs. I remembered in high school she didn’t even wear a bra most of the time. I remembered one time when I caught a peek down her shirt as she bent over in front of me in a loose-fitting shirt, and I could clearly see her nipple. Thinking about that, and with her body pressed up against me, I started to get hard.

I’m not sure if she could tell. It seemed pretty obvious to me, my erection pressed into her ass, between the swell of her cheeks. I tried not to move at all, afraid she would suddenly notice. So far, she hadn’t reacted at all, and her breathing was still deep and even.

Eventually, it was too much for me. I lightly ran my hand up her chest, brushing my fingers over her nipple. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I would get, but the sudden intake of breath was followed by a slow exhale. Figuring that sounded like a positive reaction, I kept moving my hand up and wrapped it over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. She responded by leaning back into me, putting more pressure on my cock.

Feeling more bold, I slid my hand back down her chest, teasing her nipple again. This time her reaction left me no doubt. She moaned softly, and reached up to grab my hand, cupping her breast. Pressing my hand firmly against her chest, I could feel her hardening nipple pressing against my palm through her shirt.

I pressed my hips forward, and she responded by grinding against me. My cotton boxers slid smoothly against her satin panties, and the feeling of my cock slipping up and down between her ass cheeks was turning me on even more.

I slid my hand out from beneath hers, giving her nipple one more tweak before I slid my hand down. Her tank top ended a few inches above her panties, and her skin was hot. I ran my hand along her hip, and then slipped my fingers under the elastic. Her breath quickened as I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and she spread her legs slightly to let me reach further. Moving past her bush, I found she was already wet.

Her lips were already slick and my finger slid easily between them as she continued to grind against me. She moved her hips forward, stroking down my cock, and slipping my finger deep between her lips, teasing her opening, and then moved backwards, stroking back up my shaft, and sliding my finger up to her clit.

She moaned lightly and reached back to grab my head, pulling me forward where I started kissing her neck. I started moving with her, humping her ass while she rubbed her clit against my fingers. I had two of them now slipping between her lips, stroking along the smooth path to her pussy, rubbing her wetness all over.

She shivered and then pulled away from me slightly so she could slip her panties off. Quickly, I pulled my boxers off as well, and then we were pressed together again. One hand was under her body, touching her hip, and with the other I reached up and squeezed one of her nipples. Meanwhile, she reached between her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy.

She worked my head back and forth a few times, slipping it between her lips until it was coated in her juice, and then she slid down the length of my shaft. She was warm and wet, and I slipped easily into her. When I was buried to the hilt, we paused for a second, and then she started grinding her hips again, just like she had been doing before, only now, every move slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming, and I swear I’ve never been harder. It felt like my head was swollen larger than normal, and I could feel the texture changes as I plunged in and out of her cunt. Her lips were tight around my shaft, but around my head I could feel the smooth, velvety texture of her inner walls.

I groaned into her neck and grabbed her tightly. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, and every few seconds she would reach between her legs to keep me from popping out. A few times I did, and she would run her hand down the length of my shaft before grabbing me firmly and putting me back inside her.

After a few minutes, she must have noticed my breath coming more rapidly, or felt my cock stiffen or something because suddenly she was whispering a frantic warning in my ear not to cum in her, because she wasn’t on the pill. She never stopped fucking me, she just said to tell her when I was about to cum.

It didn’t take long… A few seconds later, I gasped out a warning, and she suddenly rolled to the side, popping my cock out of her. I rolled onto my back, and reached down, figuring I would have to finish things up myself, but before I could, she had turned around and grabbed me, wrapping her lips around my head. She moaned impatiently and started swirling her tongue around while squeezing me. My initial shock passed quickly, and the sensation quickly brought me right back to the peak.

I groaned and then arched my back as I came in her mouth. She continued to make quiet little excited sounds as she sucked and ran her tongue around me. I had never cum in a girl’s mouth before, and the ongoing sensation as she sucked me off drew the orgasm out. She moaned happily as the last aftershocks hit me. I was staring at her as she let me slip out of her mouth, and she smiled as she reached up to wipe a bit of my cum from her lips.

“Well,” she said, “What are you gonna have for breakfast?”

She was fingering herself when I opened the bathroom door. Leaning against the sink with one hand, her clingy purple skirt was hiked up over her hips, and her other hand was slid into her panties. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she heard the door open, but before she could say anything, I quickly stepped in and locked the door behind me.

Our office has two bathrooms, one by the front desk, and one down the hall that we share with some other businesses in the building. It’s a bit further away, so most people don’t use it. Apparently, I’m not the only one who appreciates a bit of privacy at times.

When I turned back around from the door, she was pulling her dress back down. Her face was bright red, and she was clearly mortified to have been caught in the act. She started to explain how she thought the door was locked, but her voice trailed off when I pulled her hand up and licked her finger. I could taste her pussy, and her breath caught as I sucked on her finger.

I stepped closer, pushing the small of her back up against the sink. She was about the same height as me, and I let go of her hand to grab her hips and grind into her. One leg pressing between her thighs, she let out a little moan. I brushed her hair aside and started kissing and sucking on the side of her neck, working my way up to her ear, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

I ran my hands up her sides and squeezed her tits, and she squirmed, rubbing her crotch against my thigh. I licked around the edge of her ear, back down her throat and nibbled on her collarbone. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and slid my fingers into her hair, which made her shiver.

Feeling the pressure of my growing erection against her hip, she pressed more firmly against me and quietly breathed my name in my ear. I leaned back, keeping our bodies pressed together, but looking her in the eyes. She licked her lips, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty.

“Why don’t we finish what you were doing when I came in here?” I said. She nodded, and I grabbed her hips and turned her back around. She leaned against the sink again as I pulled her skirt back up over her hips. I knelt down as I slid her panties around her ankles and helped her step out of them. She spread her legs as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. Spreading her cheeks a bit, I licked the length of her already wet pussy, and plunged my tongue into her, tasting her cream.

Sitting back, I licked my lips, enjoying a moment of anticipation. Then I slowly slid two fingers into her. Her cunt was tight around my fingers, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. I pushed forward, and then started to slowly slide my fingers in and out. At the same time, I reached forward with my other hand to grab her hand. I brought it back between her thighs and she started to rub her clit.

I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them and my boxers around my ankles. I stroked my hard-on with my left hand while my right continued to finger her. She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breathing rapidly. Her back was arched, and her skirt bunched up around her waist, and I could faintly see the remainder of last summer’s tan line on her ass.

Quickly, I pulled my fingers out of her, rubbed her wetness around the head of my cock, and then leaned forward, plunging into her. She cried out in surprise, and I felt her cunt squeeze and then loosen around me.

For a moment, I just stood there, enjoying the hot grip she had on my shaft, and feeling her fingers tickle my balls as she frantically rubbed her clit. I knew this wouldn’t last long once I started, so I tried to focus on the details, to commit them to memory. Then I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. At first I went slowly, but feeling her hand moving around between our legs spurred me on, and before long I was plunging in and out of her as quickly as I could.

Her pussy kept opening and closing around me, alternately gaping so I could really only feel her lips sliding along my shaft, and then suddenly squeezing tight around me so that I could feel every bit of her wrapped hotly around the head of my cock.

She was trying to be quiet, but was constantly whispering my name, telling me to fuck her, and simply moaning into her arm. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and arched her back. She cried out and leaned back so far I nearly popped out of her, but I held tightly onto her hips, and pushed my cock as deep into her as I could.

After a minute, she relaxed, leaned back down and moaned deeply. Incredibly turned on, I resumed fucking her now soaking wet pussy with quick, deep thrusts. She reached down between her legs again, but this time lightly took hold of my balls, and started gently rubbing them with each push.

“Oh my god, I just came so hard,” she breathed, looking up and making eye contact with me in the mirror. “Cum for me, come on, I want you to cum inside me…”

With all this encouragement, it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar building sensation deep inside. I groaned and told her I was about to cum, and then my body rocked with an orgasm. I gripped her hips tightly and pumped my cum deep inside her pussy.

For a minute, we just stood there like that, catching our breath, and then she stood up. My cock slipped out of her, and we both laughed. Leaning back against me, she reached her arms back around my head and sighed happily.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and went back to work like nothing had happened. We never spoke about it, and it never happened again, but I think about it every time she walks past my desk — especially when she’s wearing that purple skirt.