Stories II
A Little Different
Nariko was the only Japanese woman Theo had ever slept with,
so he didn't know if this was just her, or if all Asian women had pussies like this.
He was kneeling between her thighs, staring at her pussy. It looked just like any other pussy,
really, soft wrinkled dark pink lips, her tiny asshole winking at him as she pulled her legs
above her head. But her bush was a little different. Instead of a v of hair,
pointing like an arrow down to her clit, the straight black hair grew in a line.
Theo reached out his tongue and licked Nariko's little clit thoughtfully as he eyed her bush.
She was perfectly normal looking, broad features, brown eyes,
long black hair that feathered around her pretty face. Her tits were small,
but he didn't mind, the nipples were like long hard needles when he flicked his tongue over them.
And her pussy tasted like any other pussy, salty and a little sweet. Her hair was just different.
Looking closer as he sucked on Nariko's swollen cunt lips and nuzzled her hard clit,
Theo tried to see if there were any stubble around her pussy, if she was shaven.
With his mouth moving back and forth, it was hard to see clearly,
but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
The pattern of her bush seemed to be completely natural.
By this time, Theo could feel his cock throbbing like a tom-tom,
and he decided to stop with the scientific analysis and just eat himself some pussy
so he could get off too. He licked Nariko's pussy in earnest, sucking on her hard little clit,
his nose brushing against the line of her bush.
"Theo, tongue-fuck me," Nariko begged, whimpering happily as he moved his tongue down to
her small hole and thrust it inside, fucking her like he would with his cock.
The slick flesh teased his tongue. He placed his thumb over her clit and
fingered it as he continued screwing her with his warm tongue. When he glanced up,
he saw that she was fingering her own breasts, pulling on her nipples gently.
Her eyes were closed in ecstasy.
Watching her pleasure her tits made Theo even hotter, and he pressed his tongue inside
her faster and faster, his thumb a blur as it flicked over her stiff little clit.
Nariko grabbed her breasts and arched her back, pushing her pussy against his face as she came.
Theo gulped at her juices, keeping his tongue moving as she came,
pressing his thumb against her throbbing clit.
Nariko moaned in pleasure as she came all over Theo's tongue.
Moving up, Theo held himself in push-up position as he pressed his cockhead against
Nariko's tight pussy. He looked down, the line of her cunt hair pointing at his swollen cock.
Nariko was holding her thighs up, allowing him deep penetration.
He groaned slightly as he pushed forward, her warm wetness swallowing his prick inch by inch,
holding him tightly in its grip. Her labia spread wide as he pressed deeper,
until his pubic hair meshed with hers and his balls sagged against her ass.
"You're so tight," Theo moaned. Nariko pulled her thighs back even further.
Theo could feel his dick pressing up against her cervix. He shifted,
his muscles straining, and flexed his ass, pulling his prick out before screwing it back
in again in long, hard thrusts. Nariko's small tits bounced as they fucked,
her legs flailing in the air as she cried out in ecstasy,
his pelvis grinding against her sensitized clit each time he buried himself inside her.
"Fuck me harder, baby, harder!" Nariko exclaimed, and Theo did his best to comply,
humping her with short, quick strokes as she bounced back against him,
rippling her cunt along his prick.
"Hold on, I'm going to shoot my cum!" Theo cried out,
gritting his teeth and pressing deep into Nariko's sweet cunt one last time,
his prick pulsing and shooting out warm streams of cum into her snatch.
As soon as he had released the last of his load, Theo moved back and
kissed his way down Nariko's stomach, eating his cum out of her pussy as he eyed her pussy hair.
'Well,' he thought to himself, 'it's a little different, but there's nothing wrong with that.'
He licked her clit, making her come again, and then pushed himself up to lie beside her.
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Night in the Lab, A Computer Science
Yes, you might say I am the typical computer nerd. 6'1", 150, and absolutely NO looks.
I wear braces (I had a terrible case of Bugs Bunny before college) and glasses to boot.
So you might (as I kind of do) find this story unbelievable. I am a freshman here,
and live in the dorms. The neat thing about the dorms here is that they are practically
next door to the computer labs. So it hardly ever comes as a shock to my roomate
when I am not home the next day. It was at one of these late night sessions that I met Kris.
During the night in the computer lab, I usually play games.
(Considering I am a computer science major without my own computer, this should be a shock.)
However, it is true, and since I avoid playing the games when there are term papers due
the next day, hardly anyone is in the lab, and the computer operator doesn't say anything.
This one night, however, was different.
It was raining that night, and apparantly, everyone else had decided it was not worth the drive
(or walk) to use the computers. So I was not surprised when
I walked into the lab and there was one person there (no offense,
but this guy NEVER sleeps it seems). I said hi to him,
and walked around the corner into the room with the IBMs.
I sat down, pumped up the music on my walkman, and went to work on Shaka,
Alexander, and George in the game Civilization [ed. note: great game ].
I was totally engrossed in the game and didn't notice the blonde walk into the room.
I sensed that there was someone there, and surprised when
I looked over my shoulder to see the girl watching me play the game.
She quickly averted her gaze back to her screen, apparantly embarassed by my catching her.
"Hi." I said as I turned off my walkman. "My name is Doug." "Hello, my name is Kris" she said,
blushing as she did so.
Now this girl was pretty good looking. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect tits, the works.
I was actually shocked that she was blushing. I mean, here I am,
not the most handsome man in the world (in fact, on a scale of 1-10,
I probably rate a low 4 at best), and she is blushing because I caught her glancing
over my shoulder. She could definitely do alot better than me. Dismissing any thoughts that
I had a chance with her, I smiled (remember, my smile is not a killer one) at her,
turned up the music, and resumed my game. About five minutes later,
my walkman abruptly stopped playing. Thinking my batteries had run down (again),
I looked at it to see a hand wrapped around it. She had not liked the way
I had brushed off the introductions with only a smile. She was standing behind me,
leaning over me with one hand on the back of my chair and
another resting on the table next to the keyboard.
I turned around to look at her, this time not just at a glance.
Because she was not hidden by the table this time, I was able to appreciate her looks.
She was wearing blue jeans, a white button down shirt, and no bra.
Her shirt was tucked in and tight around her breasts,
and I could see her nipples underneath the thin fabric of the blouse.
I also noticed a heavy jacket hanging over her chair. Catching me appreciating her breasts,
she blushed again. Surprised, I asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing," she told me, "I was just watching you play this game and it looks interesting.
What is it?" Yeah, right. Watching someone play Civilization is about as interesting
as watching paint dry. This time, however, I could smell the beer on her breath,
and figured the only reason she was talking to me was because she was drunk.
"The game is called Civilization, and is a boring game after a while.
What are you doing, anyway?" "I was just writing the first draft on my writing paper."
I could see that the conversation was dying quickly. I asked her what grade she was in and
the usual small talk. I found out she is a sophomore from LA and commuted to school.
There was a party she was at in Newport, and she figured that since she was here
she should start on her paper. That explained the beer on her breath.
Seeing that there was no point my letting her drive home drunk,
and since my roomate was at home for the weekend,
I asked her if she would like to spend the night in my room so she wouldn't have to drive home
in the weather, drunk.
"Love to. In my state, I can't even begin to think about doing my paper."
I figured that since she was drunk, she would probably fall asleep when we got to my room and
I would too. It was a hot rain, and since I had an umbrella,
I was not surprised whe she opted not to wear her jacket on the walk back to the dorm.
However, I was surprised that she bolted out from under my umbrella about 50 feet from the door
and ran the rest of the way. It was raining pretty heavily,
and since I was carrying both of our stuff, I had to walk the whole way,
lest I slip. When I got to the outer door
(the outer doors are opened by the same card that opens the room) she was drenched.
Her tight blouse was soaked, emphasizing her rock hard nipples.
"Oh," she said, grinning," I seem to be all wet!"
"No problem, I'll give you a towel in the room."
We went up to the room. I gave her a towel, and told her that if she liked,
I would leave the room while she undressed and she could hand me her clothes out the door so
I could throw them in the dryer downstairs.
"Sure, but you don't have to leave, I'm not embarrassed by my body."
"Yeah, but your pretty drunk, and I don't want you to do anything you'll regret tomorrow."
I was beginning to get the feeling her getting wet was no accident.
There was no stopping the girl, though, she had already unbuttoned half her blouse.
However, she didn't continue, she only looked up at me and smiled,
with her hands poised on another button. "Come over here and help me with this."
I walked over and unbuttoned the rest.
I then deftly reached down to her jeans and started to work the buttons on her fly.
When I pulled them down, I was only half surprised that she was also not wearing any panties.
She shrugged out of her now free blouse and stepped out of her jeans.
I just stood there dumbfounded.
"I..better get these into the dryer." Now, I have to say that
I have had zilch experience when it comes to girls, and this was all running at full speed.
I used the clothes as an excuse to get out for a minute and catch my breath.
I started the dryer, and walked back up to my room. When I opened the door,
there she was on my bed, her back turned towards me on her side.
I thought to myself that she had fallen asleep and was about to leave when she told me to come
on in. She turned over onto her back and showed me what she was doing.
When I thought she was asleep, she was maturbating.
"I couldn't wait for you. I hope you don't mind."
Mind? Nah, I couldn't hide the hard on I had gotten when she turned over onto her back.
"Oooh, is Mister Dick a happy boy!" she said, laughing as she did so. "Come over here."
I walked over to her. She turned on her side, and with a flick of her wrists, had my pants down,
including my underwear. I thought to my self that she seems to have experience in that area.
No sooner were my pants down when she took me into her mouth.
I had never had a blow job before that (I had never fucked anyone either,
but that's beside the point.), so the after the first couple of strokes I started to come.
And boy did I come.
"Mmmmmm" she said, "you sure are tasty. Now you must return the favor."
Not looking a gift horse
in the mouth, and since I figured (correctly) that it would be a while before
I had a chance to do something like this again, I lowered myself down to her pussy.
The taste came as quite a shock to me, and I reeled back at first.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just dig in and enjoy." I thought "boy,
this chick must really be hard up if she knows how inexperienced I am."
But with her words of confidence, I lowered my face back down and started to enjoy.
It actually wasn't that bad, and whinin a minute when her hips started to buck,
I realized she was about to come. I put a couple fingers into her vagina and
started to pump her while flicking her clit with my toungue.
She moaned again and I felt her spasm through her orgasm. When she was finished,
she changed positions so her face was only a few inches from mine and said,
"You know, honestly, that was the best blow I have ever had.
I didn't think you would be so good. She smiled at me and tired from the orgasm and alcohol
fell asleep on the bed.
Seeing nothing better to do, I went downstairs and got her clothes.
I put them over my chair and fell asleep on my roomates bed.
I woke up late the next day (considerring it was 3 am when I fell asleep).
But when I woke, Kris was gone. She had left me a note, however, which said:
I was not kidding last night...that was the best orgasm I ever had.
But you and I both know it was a mistake. I would never have given you the chance had
I been sober. I don't think that I should let it be known that we had done anything.
If we see each other, please don't let on that I know you.
Yes, I was annoyed, but happy at the same time. After I had read the note,
I thought that I would ruin her at the earliest chance. But after thinking about it,
I decided not to. Why? because she was the best orgasm I ever had.
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All My Men
I think it's probably because of the way I grew up.
I mean, I went to really exclusive boarding schools, a fancy college,
I even made my debut. Everyone thinks I'm a perfect little princess,
with my curly blonde hair, creamy pink skin, and big blue eyes.
I dress in sweater sets and pearls. But I have a secret.
I love sex, especially with big black studs.
Damon was my first - a football player in college. He was a big guy -
six foot four and pure muscle. When we fucked, he would be on top and I would hold his biceps,
feeling them flex as he pushed his prick inside me. His cock wasn't that big,
but it was gorgeous, with a long, wide, thick head.
I loved sucking him off when he got out of practice and was all sweaty and hot,
the smell of his balls as they tickled my chin,
his hard ebony shaft disappearing between my lips, it made me so hot.
I had a long affair with a guy named Tommy. He was the doorman in my parent's building,
and about the kinkiest guy I'd ever been with. He liked me to suck him off when he was on duty.
He'd sit behind the desk and greet all these snobby Fifth Avenue types while
I was under the desk, squeezing his balls and sucking his prick.
He was my first uncircumcised dick, and he loved it when I tugged on his foreskin
with my lips when I went down on him. Once he made the elevator stop between floors and
he fucked me in the ass with the alarm going off in our ears.
When the maintenance man came to rescue us,
I was sure he could smell that we'd been screwing,
but I just walked out, easy as you please, with Tommy's cum dripping out of my asshole.
One time I did something I don't usually do - well, two things, actually.
I was in a bar and I met these two men. I think their names were Jesse and Wilson,
but I'm not really sure I remember. We went back to Jesse's apartment and
I did them both at once. They were amazing. They had enormous cocks,
but Jesse's was thicker than Wilson's. First I got on my knees and sucked them off,
licking first one and then the other. Their cockheads were jostling against each other,
stretching my mouth wide open, and I was loving it,
licking at the saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin.
After they came, their big black sticks were still hard,
so they fucked me together, one in my pussy and one in my ass.
I came like a freight train, feeling so full.
After that I went on a real kick, eschewing any man who wasn't black.
I couldn't get enough of it. I was amazed by the variation in skin tones -
from lightest to darkest, palest brown to dark ebony.
Their cocks seemed even more beautiful to me, delicious chocolate,
and I loved the sweet creamy filling. I haven't had a black man in a while,
but a girl can always hope, right?
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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I let a black leather G-string and mesh-leather halter top fall out of the COD package my
mailman, Bob, had just delivered. He leaned over, his sexy ass muscles contracting in his jeans,
and picked up the garments. With a wink, he dangled them in front of my face.
"Putting them on for me?"
I wanted - I needed - Bob, something awful! My trembling fingers unzipped my dress.
It slinked to the floor, leaving me in only my thigh high stockings.
"Allow me," he said. "Lean over," he ordered. My tits dangled downwards.
He scooped them into the halter top, then sat on the stairs leading to my bedroom.
"Leg on my shoulder."
I obeyed. Bob slipped the G-string on, sliding it back and forth along my pussy
until he'd positioned it just right. The leather ripped into my soft lips.
A seam caught my throbbing clit. I moaned.
"Turned on already?" Bob smiled.
I nodded, tossing my curls, arching my back.
Bob scooped me into his arms and carried me upstairs. In my bedroom,
which he was very familiar with since we'd started playing this game over a year ago,
he cranked up my stereo and put me down in the center of the room.
"Dance."
I moved to the beat. Wiggled my ass. Shook my tits. Gyrated my hips. In seconds,
I was soaking wet. Not just sweaty wet - but really wet. Pussy cream greased my inner thighs.
Bob wouldn't let me stop. He urged me on.
"Do it like you're fucking me, baby," he cooed, slipping out of his clothes.
I fucked the air. I yanked the g-string high up, splitting my cunt lips, slicing my ass.
The leather was soaked in pussy juices. My asshole twitched against the strip which
was rubbing it to life.
Bob embedded his hands into my ass cheeks. He pulled me towards him. With his teeth
he removed the G-string, then the halter top. We stood face to face, both panting,
both wanting to fuck.
I splayed my fingers across his hard, muscular chest.
Black hair fanned over his pectoral muscles, funneling downward to a thick, dark bush.
His stomach quivered as I raked my nails along the perimeter. His hard-on bounced against my leg.
I kissed his chest, nipped at his hardened nipples. He lifted my face to his and
kissed me long and hard. Then, his thick tongue gyrated and danced to my tits,
down my stomach to my pussy and finally into my juices.
Bob's big strong hands cupped my ass and he lifted into the air.
He deposited me on the satin-sheeted bed, his face still buried between my legs.
I spread myself as wide as I could to let him inhale my scent, lap up my juices, chew my clit.
He smeared his face with my cunt goo. I humped his mouth, urging him on.
Eating me was one of Bob's favorite things to do. It was never long enough for him,
me being the one to beg him to fuck me with his delicious ramrod. When I tried to ask this time,
Bob covered my mouth. I suckled his finger like I would his cock,
if only he'd flip into a sixty-niner.
Bob's tongue probed into me, flicking against my clit while three fingers pushed in and
out of my fuck hole. In ecstasy, my hands grabbed his hair as I ground my crotch into his face.
The urge for him to be inside me was unbearable.
I came four times before Bob finally let me suck him off.
"Fuck me, baby...I need your cock inside me...Please..." I licked his prick clean.
It was still hard. I knew he could do it.
Bob eased himself off me. Silently, he got dressed. I couldn't believe it. He was smiling,
so I thought he was kidding around with me.
He stroked his rod, packed in his pants. "You really want this, don't you?"
"More than anything...I'll let you fuck me til hell freezes over..."
Bob ran a finger from my belly button to my clit. He dipped his digit into my sopping cunt,
then stepped back. "You'll just have to wait until the next time..." He walked out of the room.
Defeated, I lay back on the soaked satin sheets. There had to be something in the mail-order
sex shop catalogue that would guarantee he'd fuck me next time...
*This stories are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental.