I knew it was only a matter of time before the electricity produced sparks, but the way it happened was better than any fantasy. Our hosts had graciously arranged a boat cruise after dinner. We already had enjoy a good wine, which was later complemented by a few rum punches. On the boat, more punch was available, along with calypso music and a beautiful tropical breeze. The music was hypnotic. Diane looked absolutely smashing in a tight wraparound dress of silky slippery material that clung to every outline of her body, especially her breasts and nipples. After a rum punch, I looked around for Diane, but couldn’t find her. I wandered past the stairway to the upper deck and saw her standing near the railing. She gently took my hand and led me past very narrow walk around a storage area, leading to a small open part of the starboard deck measuring about four by eight feet, completely out of sight of the rest of the boat. She started sensuously dancing to the music with her eyes closed.

Then came the shock of my life. She reached up to her dress, unsnapped it, and slowly opened it. Diane was stark naked beneath her dress, except for her high heels. She tossed her dress on the bench by the wall, leaned forward, and started to gently and passionately kiss me. Her tongue and lips were fluid. She rubbed her breasts, then replaced her hands with mine. She slid her fingers over her clit and into her pussy while still moving sexily to the music. I quickly removed my clothes and we continued the wild tongue kissing. Diane took my cock in both hands, slid it tightly against the outside of her pussy, and started moving back and forth, bringing us both to a frenzy of excitement. She came with a prolonged shuddering orgasm, and finished by sliding her fingers into her dripping pussy and rubbing her wetness over my cock and balls.

She knelt down by the railing, engulfed my cock in her warm, sensuous mouth, and proceeded to use her tongue, lips, and mouth to devour it. She licked her own wetness off my shaft, and then slid her fingers back into her pussy to make it slippery again. I tried to last but just couldn’t, so I let my come explode into Diane’s mouth. Just as I started coming, she her mouth back a little, ran her tongue back and forth underneath the head of my cock, and slid one hand around my balls. I looked down at her and found her eyes looking straight into mine. As my come shot across her tongue and into her open mouth, she smiled slightly and never took her eyes off mine. She slowly squeezed the remaining come from my cock and let it drip into her mouth from her fingers.

We held each other in the cool breeze, reveling in the beautiful exchange we had just experienced. I expected her to put her dress back on and rejoin the party, but instead she again started to slowly kiss me. The sensation was explosive. I couldn’t believe that she was getting me hard again so soon after I had come. But again I managed to rise to the occasion. She led me over to the bench, moved it out a bit, and had me lie down on my back with one leg on either side. After making sure I was fully hard by using the magic of her mouth, she straddled the bench and lowered her pussy onto my cock. She was wonderfully warm and tight, a sensual contrast to the cool evening breeze. At first she moved up and down, letting my cock almost slip out and then sliding tightly back down over it. I could see her beautifully pointed breasts in the moonlight and started massaging them as her nipples slowly stiffened. Diane leaned over and started tongue kissing me again. Her forward movement resulted in her clit rubbing tightly against me with my cock totally buried inside of her. Instead of letting her move up and down, I grabbed her firm ass with both hands, tightened the contact between her clit and my pelvis, and moved back and forth. She came with a wild climax and kissed me with such passion that I could hardly breathe.

Somehow I managed to keep from coming. After a few minutes of lying quietly in each other’s arms, she slowly slid her pussy off my cock. Diane then alternated between sexily eating my cock and slipping it back into her warm, dripping pussy. She licked my balls until I thought I would explode and then licked up along the underside of my cock with her tongue. She engulfed the head of my cock and varied the pressure from very tight to loose and slippery. Just as I felt I was going to come, she tightened her grip on the base of my dick, calmed my excitement, and then started back up again by tightening her pussy around me. During one of these “cooling off” periods, she moved her pussy up to my mouth and lowered herself onto my tongue and lips. I ate her until she came, and then continued to lightly lick her clit while sliding my fingers into her pussy. That, plus my tongue and lips on her clit, was more than Diane could take, and again she came with a wild orgasm that shook her entire body.

Finally, after she had come so many times we both lost track, I sat up on the bench with Diane sitting on my cock facing me. I could feel it deeply buried in her pussy and her clit tight against me. Instead of moving my cock in and out of her, I remained tightly inside of her. She tightened her pussy around my cock and then relaxed it, repeating this in rhythm to the music. We continued our deep kissing, and I played with her nipples. The combination of her soft, supple breasts, passionate kissing, and tightening pussy overwhelmed me. I came inside of her in a tremendous orgasm without moving my cock at all. We held each other closely for another ten minutes, and then got dressed. When we rejoined the party, it was one hour and 20 minutes later, and the boat was returning to the dock. The magnificent evening was the start of a beautiful friendship. Before we left the island, Diane and I had an opportunity to spend a wild afternoon by an isolated beach with more varieties of passionate lovemaking.

As the computer booted she examined her reflection on the screen. Rachel was a pleasant woman, perhaps not a super-model, but she held her own against the “cheerleader” types. Her mother had always bragged about her combination of brains and beauty. Rachel didn’t completely dissagree, either; she had the classic Norweigan features, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well proportioned body. A bit top heavy, pehaps, but there were worse things. He breasts were quite adequate for turning heads, especially among the under grads, she noticed.

It turned out that she had only one appointment that morning, a counselling session with a student named Christopher. Due to arrive in 15 minutes, she decided to put on some coffee and settle down.

Almost exactly 15 minutes later, a head popped out from behind the door and a timid voice called out “Hello?”

“Hi. Come in and sit down,” Rachel said warmly. “My name’s Rachel, and you must be Chris.”

“Yeah, I’m Chris.” He seemed like a balloon that couldn’t hold any more air without popping. Stress was written all over his face, and Rachel noticed that he had probably stayed up all night last night because of his bloodshot eyes and weary expression.

After the formalities were out of the way, Rachel asked Chris to tell her about himself. Chris was a music major, and sang in the university choir as well as played trumpet in the orchestra. Rachel could see why he was stressed; music majors are well-known for hellacious schedules and long practice/study hours. She was amazed at how Chris thought nothing of working until 2 or 3 in the morning only to have an 8am class the next day.

“How long have you been doing this?” Rachel asked.

“Since my freshman year, and I’m a junior now. It never bothered me until a while ago.” Chris said. “It was just part of surviving.”

“What do you do to relieve stress?”

“I used to be able to do anything to relieve stress. Music used to relax me so much. Now music is the biggest source of stress I have. I have to be that much better than the next guy or else I don’t get into the grad school I want. You should understand that.”

Admittedly, she did. She remembered back to her undergrad days, when she fought tooth and nail to be the best psych major there was, so she could have this assistanship. “I do understand, Chris. I remember worrying about it as much as you are now. But there isn’t ANYTHING you can do to relax?”

“Hell, I can’t even masturbate to relax anymore!” Chris blurted out. Almost immediately Chris realized what he had said. He blushed a deep shade of crimson. “Um… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that… maybe I should leave now–”

“Wait, don’t leave.” Rachel said, almost too anxiously. A furious wave of thoughts went through her mind. Somehow Chris’s remark had taken Rachel out of her “professional” mode and now realized that she was getting turned on! (Stop it, stop it right here. Rule number 1 about counselling: DON’T get involved with your patients–MAJOR no-no… But he *is* cute… and I haven’t had any fun lately… NO! You can’t do it… why not? Maybe it’s just what he needs…)

Rachel went to the door and closed it tight. With no other appointments this morning, she wouldn’t be bothered for a good three hours. (Well, I’ve neverseduced anyone before… but I guess there’s always a first time. Here goes nothing), she thought.

“Chris, I’m going to ask you some… personal questions. You don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to. I promise that anything you tell me will be kept between us. Okay?” Chris only nodded. “Chris, how long have you been masturbating?”

“Since I was fifteen.”

“Have you had sex since then?”

Chris blushed again. “um. . . no.”

“You’re a virgin? That’s surprising, a good-looking guy like you.” And he *was* good looking. He was just a little shorter than she was, solidly built muscles under his T-shirt, short brown hair, and a pleasant face. This was getting more interesting by the minute. She began to run her fingers throughhis hair, and stood in front of him so that her breasts were level with his eyes. “Can you still masturbate now, or did you mean that the stress wasn’t letting you?”

“Oh, I still can, it just doesn’t feel as good as it once did.” He was getting more comfortable with the sudden twist of conversation, it seemed. “I bet I sound rather silly to you now,”

“Not at all. It’s not something you need to be ashamed of.” Rachel couldn’t believe she had just said that. “Perhaps you’d like to try it here and now. Mastrubating, that is,” she said with a little smile.

“HERE? Now?”

“Why not? If this is how you used to be able to relieve stress, why not try again?” She began to unbutton her shirt and changed her tone to be as seductive as she could possibly comprehend. “I’ll even help,” she said with a smile.

This got some results, Rachel noticed; a bulge was beginning to grow in Chris’s Levis. Rachel sat down beside Chris and began to stroke his crotch. “Would you help me take my bra off?”

Chris was too caught up in the moment to ask questions. Instinctively, he reached around Rachel and undid her bra. With a deft movement, Rachel had taken off her top and bra so that her newly bared breasts hovered mere inches from Chris’s face. Tenatevly at first, Chris began to lick at her nipple, then became more confident when Rachel moaned in response. “Oh…yeah, *baby*… suck my tits!” It was rare when Rachel would actually speak during lovemaking. More often than not, words just got in the way. However, this was different. Chris needed stimulation from all the senses, and Rachel was happy to oblige. Her hands found Chris’s button fly, and within seconds had pulled his throbbing manliness out for her to conquer. Making Chris lie down, Rachel looked over Chris’s cock and paused only for a moment to admire. She wasn’t good at estimating size, but figured that he had to be at least 7 inches long. “I’m gonna make you cum, Chris,” she said huskily. “I’m gonna suck the cum right out of you, and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.” Chris could only whimperin response. Running her tongue over his purpleish head, down his shaft and down to his balls, Chris tensed, letting the ecstasy overcome him. With practiced skill, Rachel took him into her mouth. She worked him up, pushing him higher and higher until she was sure that he would explode.

“Wait, please.” Chris managed to squeak out.

This surprised Rachel. She was sure that Chris had lost complete control. Oh well, no big deal. “Yes, love?”

“Let me cum inside you. I want this to be right.”

She had planned to wait for the second time around, but what the hell. “Whatever you want, Chris. I’m yours.” Eagerly, Rachel stripped off her skirt and settled down on top of him. She gasped as she impaled herself on his dick. She realized that she’d underestimated Chris’s size as he had reached farther that Rachel had ever felt before. She ground into him, and with each stroke shebrought herself closer to orgasm. Chris was breathing heavy, a twisted look of pleasure on his face.

“Ooohhh… It’s almost there!” Chris grunted.

“You can do it baby! I want your hot cum!” Rachel yelled.

This was too much for Chris, as he blossomed into orgasm, shooting his virgin load deep into Rachel, who in turn was brought over the edge. Chris fellin a heap onto the fouton, exausted. Ironically, it was the most relaxed Rachelhad seen him. (This may not be bad therapy for me, either,) Rachel thought as she cleaned herself up and waited for Chris’s strength to return.

Swallowing her pride, she headed for Clay’s office. She knew Clay would be there, even if there were nobody else left on the floor. It seemed to her that the pale redhead man lived in his office.

Though Clay was only twenty-three, he was unarguably the firm’s alpha geek. The tall redhead wrote elegant code and was responsible for several major contributions to the last release of Linux. He was a force to be reckoned with in the world of computers but was known to be shy and somewhat reclusive. Clay had no sex life. His only previous sexual experiences had been with his right, and sometimes his left, hand. Though he was fluent in many programming languages, he found it almost impossible to speak with women. When Aashka appeared in his doorway, he felt the familiar surges of frustrated lust but tried to push them aside. Her white blouse was stretched across her well-rounded chest, her short, flowing skirt complimented her round hips and sexy dark brown legs. There was no way he was ever going to be able to score with a sleek, beautiful woman like her. She probably had men standing in line to touch her full, round breasts and smooth brown patchouli scented skin. Clay imagined she probably had her strong, shapely dark legs wrapped around the man of her choosing every night. It’s funny how a man who knew so much could know so little.

Clay looked over her printouts and then inserted the CD she’d brought with her into his disk drive. Aashka thought he looked comfortable in his tee shirt and old gym shorts and wished she could dress so casual. He was intensely staring at the computer monitor, rapidly scrolling through her code and occasionally muttering to himself. She thought he looked cute with his tousled, curly red hair and light freckles. From the look of his pale skin, she wondered when was the last time he’d been out in the sun. The sudden sound of his voice broke through the fog of her musings.

“Could you grab my tarantula folder for me?” he asked.

“Tarantula folder?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. Aashka thought it was a friendly, pleasant laugh. “It’s in the cabinet over there. Don’t worry, it won’t bite. It’s my collection of notes on big, hairy problems. It’s probably in the bottom drawer.”

Clay marveled at the sweet roundness of her rear end as she bent to search for the folder. Just the sight of her sexy body was making him hard.

“I don’t see anything marked tarantula here,” she said.

Clay got up to help. He stood behind her looking over her shoulder. Distracted by her silky black hair he moved a step too close. His crotch bumped up against her curvaceous butt, pressing his erect dick up against the crack of her ass.

He quickly stumbled backwards with profuse, stuttering apologies.

Aashka smiled and looked over her shoulder at the blushing man-child. Her own horniness had been wreaking havoc with her concentration recently.

“Your lingham is hard with lust,” she said with a little giggle.

“Yeah, I…um…oh!” Clay’s feeble reply was cut short by the sight of Aashka dropping her black panties and lifting her skirt to reveal her lovely brown ass and dark haired pussy. He saw her fingers reach down and begin rubbing between her legs.

“My yoni has deep yearnings, it is wet with lust. Could you perhaps be so kind as to help me with this additional problem?”

Clay was afraid that if he said a word he was going to wake from this dream. He quickly stepped out of his gym shorts and briefs. His erection stood straight out from his copper pubes as he shakily moved toward her beautiful raised brown posterior. She reached behind her back and grabbed his hard pink cock with her tender brown hand. She guided it between her spread legs until he could feel the moist warmth of her slit. Her body shifted a bit and then she placed his rock solid dick inside her. Clay couldn’t believe how hot and tight her pussy felt. His hips pushed forward and Aashka let out a long moan while he buried himself deep within her hot, humid depths. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his shaft, somehow she was massaging his dick with her pussy. Though he wanted to fuck her fast and hard, Clay just stood there a moment, drowning in the swirling sensations her grasping, clutching, slick cunt muscles were sending through his cock and balls. It felt like time stood still and Clay never wanted it to start again. He wanted to die in the heat of her flaming, fantastic pussy.

Aashka began slowly moving, gently fucking him, her ass slowly rocking. He rubbed the silky brown flesh of her moving butt and began to slowly pump to her hypnotic, swaying beat of desire. Clay pushed up his tee shirt to feel her sweet smooth dark flesh against his. She ground her cunt against his cock a bit harder, a bit faster. He picked up on her fucking motions, sliding in and out of her cunt to the movements of the rotating, round ass that he held in his hands. Suddenly, he felt her fingers touch his plunging cock and then move up toward her hooded clit. With a deep groaning she began to rub her clit. Her ass was now thrusting against him and he started fucking her back as hard and fast as she was fucking him. It was now beyond all control. Their animalistic fucking buried their rational minds, driving them on in pounding, passionate fury. Their young nude torsos slapped together, the sounds echoing off the walls of the small office. What had started slow and gentle had become a sweat drenched, raw, lust driven race to orgasm accompanied by sub-human grunting and groaning. Clay’s breathing had become ragged, he felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest, he grabbed Aashka’s thrusting hips tight in both hands as their fast and furious final strokes drove them closer to meltdown. With one last powerful thrust, Clay’s cock drove deep into the hot, pulsating Indian pussy. His hips shook and twitched from the force of the cum tearing through him. Somewhere in the distance he heard Aashka’s desperate panting and long, loud moans. Her frantically, flashing fingers brought her over the top. Her rich brown flesh quivered with her orgasmic waves. Clay was grinning ear to ear.

Back in high school he’d written a paper on Kerouac’s “Dharma Bums”, little knowing that someday he would finally lose his virginity while riding the sweet curves of Aashka’s rippling dharma bum.

Lisa usually wears silk panties, especially when she thinks she might have a chance to tease someone. Shoe salesmen are obvious targets. So she donned a pair of nearly see-through panties, a tube top without a bra, and a mini- skirt. On the way she said she hoped there would be a Black salesman because she especially liked to tease Blacks and then amaze them by taking them on. She hadn’t fucked a Black man in over a month and was anxious to get it on with one soon. She started fingering her pussy on the way to the mall giving a couple of truckers a little unexpected treat. Needless to say, she was extra-horny.

It was about 4 PM when we got to the mall. It closes at 5:30 PM:00 on Sundays so we had to move fast. Lisa, horny as she was, couldn’t bring herself to buy a pair quickly and get home for the XXX fun. We went to five stores and time was flying. It was 5:10 when we reached the Foot Locker. As we walked in Lisa noticed that there were four young Black guys running the store. She asked me if I was up for some fun. I asked her what she had in mind. She said that she was going to flash one of the young Black guys and try to get him to let her suck him off after closing. I said it was okay with me.

A guy about 19 came up to us as soon as we walked in and asked us if he could help us. Lisa said she was looking for jogging shoes and asked him if they had a good selection. He said they sure did and offered to measure her feet. Lisa sat down and pulled up the little foot stool shoe salesmen use and began measuring her right foot. Lisa spread her legs a little so he could see the crotch of her panties. You should have seen his face. She just smiled and asked him if her size for running shoes was 7C. He said, “Yes, ma’am, but I ought to measure the other foot too.” Of course he was just prolonging things so he could check her out. [Remember they were starting to close up.] Lisa signalled her interest in him by spreading her legs rather blatantly when he lifted up the left foot. He got a good look at her see-through panties.

When he finished he got up and went in the back to get the pair of running shoes Lisa had pointed out. When he was gone Lisa asked me if I had noticed his cock. She said it looked big and she wouldn’t mind fucking him. I told her if that was what she wanted we could blow off the XXX video and get a room. She said she would like that. But, the salesman played his cards wrong. When he came back he had the manager with him. The salesman told her he was not sure he had measured her foot correctly and had asked the manager to double-check his measurements. He asked if she minded. She said she would appreciate it because she wanted a good fit, smiles and said she loved having such nice-looking young men measure her feet.

So the manager just did what the first guy did. Except, he wasn’t as shy and Lisa spread her legs wide open for the first foot. The manager told her he had the impression that she liked Black men. She answered by moaning and nodding. He ran his hand up her leg at that point. When he got to her pussy which was soaked he asked her if she needed some loving and she said, “Please.” He then asked if I was her husband. She said I was and he then asked if it was okay with me. She told him to ask me and he did. I told him whatever Lisa wanted she could have. He then told her the young salesman really liked her, but had no experience with white women. Would she be willing to accomodate the young man first?

The store had cleared out even before the manager arrived to “re-measure” her feet. Lisa said she would like that. With that the manager turned to the first kid and told him to close and lock the gate and asked us to come into the back backroom with him. When we got there he asked us if we were for real and not cops or someone from the home office. I assured him we were for real and proved it by pulling up Lisa’s miniskirt and pulling off her panties. I spread her pussy open and showed him how wet it was. “Does this look real enough to you?” I asked.

He then asked Lisa what she wanted and she said she wanted to see all four of their young hard Black cocks.” They were a little tentative at first, but all took out their dicks. Three were uncircumsized and they all were at least 7″ long even soft. The manager was about 9″.

She pulled off her tube top, licked her lips and told them she thought they had really nice cocks. With that she grabbed the biggest cock first and french kissed its owner she stroked his cock. It took a minute for the others to come in close, but they finally approached and started licking her neck and tits and fingering her pussy. One of them then took off her miniskirt and started licking her ass. She was very hot and wet by now and was just moaning and stroking any cock within her reach.

Suddenly she pulled away from the manager and said, “Here’s the deal. Nobody cums in my pussy. You can cum in my face or on my tits or on my ass, but nobody cums inside me except Bobby, my husband. He loves to see me take a load of cum from a Black cock in the face. Don’t you, baby?” I just nodded yes and continued stroking my cock. She then said, “So, since he is such an understanding husband the first thing I am going to do is suck each of you off until you cum on my face. Okay?” She didn’t get any arguments.

She dropped to her knees and said, “First, I want to do this big one so he can fuck me later.” Now to say my wife likes to suck cock is a major understatement. She doesn’t just suck cock. She worships it. That is exactly what she did with this one. She licked it from one end to the other, sucked his balls, rubbing the cock all over her face and tits, all the while talking nasty telling him how much she wanted his hot load all over her face. It took this guy only two minutes to cum and he shot a huge load all over her face. She rubbed it in her face with his cock, looking at me and asking me if I liked watching my wife take such a big load from a big Black cock all over her face.

Thing was she kept on sucking this guy. She told him she wanted him good and hard so he could fuck her white pussy while she sucked all the cum his buddies could give her. When he was hard again she had him lay down and put two fingers in her pussy and said to me, “Look baby. My cunt is soaked from sucking his big Black cock. I want to fuck him all night. Come here and put it in my pussy, please.” So I went over to her. But, then she said, “First, lick my pussy a little to get it nice and wet. His cock is so big I want it to slide right in.” So I licked her pussy until she came. Then she told me to lube his cock with the K-Y Jelly she carried in her purse. I asked him if it that was alright with him and he said, “Yeah.” So I squirted a glob of KY-Jelly on his dick and rubbed it in until it glistened. All this while she was kissing and jacking off the other guys.

Finally she sat down on his cock as I guided it into her pussy. She came in about 3 strokes. She then had two of the other guys stand next to her and started sucking them as she fucked the first guy. She moaned about how much she liked Black cock. She noticed the fourth guy stroking his cock and said, “I’ve got another hole free, honey.” But before he could act on her words both of the other guys pulled their dicks out of her mouth and came all over her face. That freed up her mouth for the fourth guy. She leaned forward and sucked him until he was hard then she leaned forward so he could put his big Black cock into her asshole while the manager’s big cock still fucked her pussy. The guy in her ass had to pull out almost immediately to come all over her ass and back. He was replaced by one of the other two. That went on until the big guy came. She pulled him out of her and again he shot a load on her face.

This went on in some form or fashion until about 7:00 that night. And, oh yes, the young salesman got his dick into Lisa’s white pussy too–for thirds. When they were done they gave her two pair of running shoes. They also wanted to hook up with us again, but we don’t operate that way. Anyway, that is what happened when we went shoe shopping. It is a true story.