How I Was Seduced By a Man in Uniform

When I graduated from college, I was glad to find a job as a legal secretary at a prestigious law firm. I was happy to be able to start making some money and move out of my parent’s place. Working at the law firm was a bit of a culture shock from school. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe, very conservative, prim blouses, sensible skirts and pantyhose. Most of the partners were about 20 years older than me, overworked, and pretty stuffy. But I got to see the inner workings of the legal business and decide if I was going to eventually go to law school. One day, one of the friendlier partners, who had taken me under his wing, invited me to go downtown with him and sit in on a case.

I had never been to the courthouse before. It was a beautifully ornate building in the downtown area and a hive of activity. There were lawyers, legal secretaries and police officers all scurrying in and out of court. The cops in their dark uniforms pricked my interest. It’s a cliche that women love a man in uniform, but there is some truth to it. I never realized it until I started dating a guy who was in the Marines. The uniform changed him. He was a fairly unremarkable guy, but the uniform made him extraordinary. He looked bigger, stronger, more virile and all around sexier. After we got back from a Marine Corp ball one night, I made him fuck me in his uniform. It made me so wet, I squirted like a hose. And that’s when I realized I had a uniform fetish. However, I had never been with a cop before.

Cops have a certain swagger to them. They have the uniform, the gun and the no nonsense attitude. It was so manly, just being around them made my panties wet. And here I was, a pretty young thing surrounded by eye candy. Cops were much more exciting than the boring lawyers I was surrounded with every day. As I was waiting outside the courtroom with a pile of papers, I noticed a black police officer. He was dark skinned, had a smooth ball head and a goatee flecked with gray. He was chatting with another cop and I noticed he flashed, perfect white teeth as he smiled. I guess he must have noticed me staring at him, because he came over.

“How are you doing?” he said in a booming voice. He towered over my tiny frame; he must have been well over six-feet tall. I am a waif of a girl. I’m pale, have mid-sized boobs and weigh a little over 120 pounds soaking wet. I think that’s why I’m so attracted to powerful men. They’re the complete opposite of me. I’m dainty, and they’re rugged.

“Good,” I replied shyly. “This was my first time In court.”

He told me his name was Tyrell and he was in court to give testimony in a traffic case. I noticed a Marine tattoo on his bicep.

“Were you in the Corps?” I asked.

“Sure, I did 15 years. I was Marine Force Recon,” he said smiling. “I liked the discipline. When I got out, I got so used to carrying a gun, I decided to become a cop.”

I learned from my ex about the Marine Force Recon. They were the badasses they sent in before the Marines invaded a region. They slept in the dirt, spied on the enemy and gathered intelligence. They probably killed a few enemies they ran into and other Marines talked about them in hushed tones.

I told him one of my exes was a Marine.

“I like a man in uniform,” I said blushing. “I think they’re hot.”

Tyrell grinned broadly.

“Really now? We’ll have to do something about that.”

Just then, my boss came out of the court and said we were heading back to office.  Tyrell slipped me his business card and told me to call him. When I got back home that night, I thought about Tyrell in his uniform. It made my pussy tingle imagining what his powerful body looked like under those clothes. He was an ex Marine, and I knew Jarheads were big into working out. A few days later, I decided to call him.

“Tyrell,” I said. “This is Paige.”

“How you doing?” he said.

“Good,” I replied. “Thinking of you.”

He laughed. “What were you thinking?”

“Naughty thoughts,” I said, feeling my panties getting wet. I was being bold, because I really wanted to know what it was like to be with a cop.

“Hey, what are you doing right now?” he said. “I’m on a break, want to meet for coffee?”

“Sure,” I said.

I threw on some jeans, heels and a t-shirt and met him at a coffee shop, which was not too far from my house. Tyrell’s large frame was squeezed behind a table.

He stood up and enveloped me in an embrace. He was so big and muscular, I felt safe in his arms. He told me about his job patrolling one of the rougher parts of town. It was very demanding, but he said after the Marines and serving in Afghanistan, he was prepared to face down anything.

As we sipped our Frappucinos, Tyrell looked at me oddly.

“You’re a cute girl,” he said. “What do you want with an old dude like me? I must be 15 years older than you.”

“I’ve never been with a cop before,” I said boldly. “You look like you know your way around a woman, maybe you could teach me a few things?”

He eyed me. “Maybe. I have rather unusual tastes.”

Now I was curious. I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends and one night stands in college, but nothing too wild. What did he have in mind?

“I’m game,” I said. There was something about him that was mesmerizing.

“Come sit next to me,” he commanded in his deep voice.

I got up and squeezed next to him.

“You smell good,” he murmured as he played with my flaxen hair.

He grabbed one of my small hands and put it on his crotch. I gasped because he felt huge. What was he hiding down there?

“I didn’t know you had two nightsticks,” I said laughing. I wondered how big he was?

“Let’s go,” he said. “Follow me.”

I followed his police cruiser to a dark alley. He opened the door and ordered me to get in the back seat. We kissed passionately and started tearing off our clothes. I couldn’t believe I was fucking a cop in the back of squad car. It felt dirty and dangerous, but strangely exhilarating. Tyrell quickly had his clothes off and I got a look at his chocolate skin and jutting cock. The contrast of my small hands running over his large, black body was so erotic. Tyrell, flipped me over and put me on my knees. He ran his hands over my pert ass and spread my cheeks. I soon felt his girth pushing into me. It was the biggest I had ever had and I whimpered a little as he pushed into me. Tyrell grabbed my flaxen hair and tugged at it, as he pumped away at me. He totally dominated my tiny body and I submitted myself to his manliness. He tore into me and we both got so hot we steamed up the windows. Finally, after 20 minutes of sweaty, physical sex, we both groaned and came together. Tyrell got dressed and said he had to return to his shift.

I drove home feeling like I had just been in an intense workout. If all cops fucked liked that, I could see why they had their groupies. I slept good that night and the next day at work, my pussy still ached from the previous night's fucking. But I wanted more.

I texted Tyrell at work.

I wrote: Had fun last night. I’m still aching.

He wrote back: Me too, let’s do it again sometime.

We spent the rest of the day texting back and forth. He sent me a pic of him looking ever so sexy with sunglasses and his bald head. I sent him a snapshot of my boobs. We did this for a few days until Tyrell said he wanted to come over to my apartment. I told him to make sure he was in uniform because it made him look hot. Tyrell showed up at around 10 p.m. fresh off his shift.

I was in my jammies when I let him in. He bent down and kissed me long and slow.

“I been waiting for you all day,” I said. “You tore up my pussy, but I want more.”

“Okay, good,” he said. “Now strip.”

I dropped my clothes and stood before him naked.

He admired my pale body appreciatively.

He stood behind me and grasped my hair in his huge hands. Again, I felt dwarfed by his massive frame, but not fearful. He bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You want me to tear up your pussy again?” he said in his deep, sexy voice.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me like a cop.”

“I got to warm you up first.” he said.

He took one of his huge paws, massaged my ass gently, then gave it a resounding smack that reverberated around the room. I was shocked at the impact that shook my whole body. I had never experienced that much power from a man before. It burned at first, but it made my whole body tingle. As Tyrell spanked me, he grasped my hair and kissed and licked at my neck. It was like nothing I had experienced before. Tyrell could be physical, but not rough. I felt my pussy soaking from this over stimulation. I was soon begging him to fuck me. He forced me down on the carpet and fucked me doggie style. My body was extra sensitive from the spanking and with a few thrusts he had me coming. I came so many times, it all became a blur. I vaguely remember Tyrell groaning as he shot his load and then we both collapsed on the carpet gasping for breath. We were both covered in sweat and I felt like I had just ran a marathon.

“Oh my god,” I said stroking his hard chest. I couldn’t get over the uniqueness of my pale hands on his dark skin. “That was so raw.”

“I guess neither of us are going to go to the gym tomorrow,” he laughed.

I leaned over and lay on top of his gorgeous body. He noticed the red marks on my ass.

“You left a mark,” I admiring his work.

“You know you liked it.”

I kissed him again, “I did, I shall wear it with honor.”

We spent the rest of the night engaged in wild, noisy sex. Eventually, Tyrell left since he had an early call in the morning. I slept like a log and was jolted awake by my alarm. I hurried off to work still tingling from the night before. My ass was still red from last night’s spanking, but I was secretly turned on by the fact I was walking around a conservative law office with red hand prints on my ass.

I fantasized about what Tyrell was up to. I got a text from him later in the day. Apparently, he got into a shootout with a couple of gangbangers and had killed one of them. It was all over the news. Tyrell had come to the aid of a fallen officer and taken down two armed gang members. I wasn’t surprised. Tyrell was formidable; he was ex military and had been in dangerous situations before. He was fearless in the face of death. I thought he was fearless, and it made me so wet, thinking I was fucking a man who was willing to kill.

Tyrell showed up at my apartment late that night. I could tell he was tired from his emotionally draining day. He didn’t want to talk about the shooting, but just wanted to put it behind him. We shared a pizza and finished a bottle of wine together, then it was back to sex. We were both hungry for each other. I was eager for his cock, he was eager to forget about the day.

Tyrell quickly had me on my knees. Then he spread my cheeks and rimmed my ass. I never had a man do that before, and it made my pussy throb in anticipation. Tyrell lubed my ass up and edged his thick cock in. I never really experimented with anal sex, and feeling Tyrell fuck my rosebud took my breath away. I felt I was breaking so many taboos by having a big, black man in that tight space. It was way more adventurous than regular sex. Tyrell stroked away, yanked on my hair and whispered dirty words in ear.

“Tell me you like that thick cock in your ass,” he said huskily.

“Oh yes, please fuck my ass,” I begged.

Finally, after an eternity of him pounding my ass, I heard him groan and shoot his load. Feeling his sticky man juice in my asshole felt so nasty, it made me cum like a fountain and I screamed like a scalded cat as I gushed. Afterwards, we cuddled up, our bodies still bathed in sweat. I felt so safe smothered in the arms of this dangerous man. I didn’t think anything could harm me. Tyrell was off because of the shooting, so I called in sick and we spent the rest of the day naked and fucking. It was going to be a long, lusty weekend.

The Sexual Adventures of Ben Washington Part 4

The Sexy Soccer Player

One of the great things about being in college is getting to be around different people. Going away to college is a great experience. It forces you to grow up, learn to be independent and you get to meet people who you would have probably never met, if you stayed in your home town. I got to meet so many different people from other parts of the world at college. Africans, Arabs, Europeans, Latin Americans and Asians. And each person came with their own unique culture and language. The African brothers were quite interesting. I hadn’t met many growing up, but had read a little about their cultures. However, it was different meeting them in person. I got to be friends with a Ghanaian brother called Samuel and he invited me to several African parties, which turned out to be quite raucous affairs. There was lots of booze and the music was a mixture of R&B, hip hop and African music, which I had never heard before. It was interesting to see how African artists had adopted hip hop and R&B influences. It made me realize how powerful music was. Samuel said Black American music was very popular around the world. It had greatly influenced Africans. When black people were singing “Say It loud, I'm black and I’m proud,” so were Africans. They even wore bell bottoms and afros, like they did in the ‘70s. Unfortunately, as gangsta rap music became more powerful and Black Americans started talking about niggas and bitches, so did Africans. Apparently, during the Sierra Leone Civil War, a rebel group had named itself the West Side Niggaz, after their favorite rap stars. They later changed that to the West Side Boyz.

Still, the parties were fun. I got to try some African food, I had never even heard of. Some of it looked nasty, but when you tried it, it was actually quite good. I developed a taste for a Nigerian dish called pounded yam, which was served by a jovial Nigerian brother called Mikey. It looked like mashed potatoes, but was considerably heavier. The first time I ate it, it made me woozy, which Mikey got a kick out of. Mikey was an interesting fella. He was of medium height, jet black and muscled. He was also smart as a whip and majored in philosophy and political science, with an eye to going to law school. Me, Mikey and Samuel became a group, holding late-night bull sessions, while we were either high or drunk, or both. And whenever I had a tough class, I turned to Mikey, who always had the answer. Mikey was always moving a mile a minute, the brother read like four newspapers a day, two books at a time, and slept about four hours. He was always cooking up some business deal or the other. Some of his deals blew up in his face, and some were barely legal. He wrote term papers for other college students, and even did homework for some people. His behavior was quite common among Nigerians. I learned Nigeria was a nation of hustlers, and the people had become quite accustomed to bending and breaking the rules. Mikey told me everything he did was legal, although some of the things he did were only legal because they hadn’t written laws to cover them yet. He was quick to point out he was not like other Nigerians, who were into hard-core crime like identity fraud and drugs. Mikey told me a lot of Nigerians did that shit, and when the cops came after them, they bailed out Nigeria, where they were largely untouchable by American laws.

I hung out with Mikey and Samuel a lot and learned there was a friendly rivalry between Ghana and Nigeria. Mikey used to tease Samuel about being dark (which was funny, because Mikey was dark, by American standards.) And Samuel would tease Mikey about being a con man, like all Nigerians. Mikey and Samuel also got me into soccer, which was huge in Africa and other parts of the world. I dabbled with the game when I was growing up in the DC area. But I was never really good at it, since I was skinny and unathletic back then. Soccer wasn’t really promoted in the black community. Black folks tended to stick to football, basketball and baseball. Mikey pointed out that around the world, soccer was seen as the sport of poor people, but in America it had become the sport of middle-class, white kids. He said this was quite political and more than a little messed up.

“I think there could be a lot of great Black American soccer players, but the game is not promoted,” he said. “Also, white people want to keep soccer white, because they don’t want black people to come in and dominate it the way they have done other sports. It’s too bad, because there are a lot of scholarships available for soccer players. Plus, brothers can make good money, if they’re willing to go to Europe.”

He showed me some European soccer mags and pointed out the salaries. He converted them from English pounds to dollars and they were pretty good. Players could become millionaires from kicking a ball. Of course, this was before Major League Soccer took off. I actually got into soccer and started watching it. It was a great game, full of flowing play and athleticism. Soccer players could also make the ball do amazing things, like swerve past walls of players. I could see why it was called “the beautiful game” around the world.

Mikey was a pretty good amateur soccer player and invited me to come and watch him play. He was quick, aggressive and made a great striker, who scored lots of goals. He was also a great dribbler and could kick with both feet, a prized skill in soccer. Mikey later bragged that some colleges had tried to recruit him as a kicker. Mikey even dragged me to some college soccer games. My college had created a women’s soccer team a few years ago and they were pretty good and regularly won conference titles.

“Come and check it out bro,” said Mikey, flashing a toothy smile. “Even if you don’t like the game, some of these soccer chicks are hot.”

So one night Mikey and I decided to check out a local game featuring the Lady Tigers, as the team was called. They were pretty good and easily steamrolled a team from Texas Tech, beating them 4-0. Mikey was right, some of the chicks were hot. However, there weren’t any sisters, which was not surprising. Playing soccer meant they were great athletes, because they had to be able to get up and down the field. Also, soccer is a surprisingly physical game. The players often ran head on into each other in violent collisions. Most of the chicks had thick thighs and when they pulled off their jerseys, I saw a lot of them had six packs. One stood out though.  She wore the number 9 shirt and was the center forward. She was 5 foot 10 inches, pale and had flowing blondehair pulled back in a scrunchy.  She was quick and aggressive, like good forwards are. She ran the opposing defense ragged and bagged three goals. “She plays like me,” joked Mikey. I was star struck. As Mario Puzo said in his book, “The Godfather,” I was struck by the thunderbolt. She looked like a soccer playing Viking! I had to figure out a way to meet her. After the game, I wandered onto the field and made it through some young fans to the star striker. I learned from the program her name was Kelly Christiansen. I pulled out my program and quickly asked for an autograph.

“You played like a female Ronaldo,” I said, remembering a Brazilian star I had seen over at Mikey’s house.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing “I’m no way as a good as him.”

We chatted for a while and I said my friend Mikey was a big fan. I pointed to Mikey, who was trying to mack on the goalie, who was a 6ft 2inch Amazon. He liked women who towered over him.

Eventually, Kelly said she had to go to a post-game meeting with the team and left. But I promised myself I had to try to meet her again. A few days later, I called Larry, the newspaper editor, and talked him into letting me do a feature story about Kelly. I did some research and learned she was the conference’s top scorer. I called Sports Information, set up an interview and we met at the soccer team’s gym. She was dressed in a track suit and had her hair pulled into a bun. I noticed she had freckles around her aquiline nose and piercing blue eyes. Her face looked scrubbed clean, as if she had just gotten out of the shower. She was quite striking.

I spent an hour talking to her about her background and how she got into soccer. It turns out her dad was an immigrant from Sweden and a semi-pro over there. He had put a ball at her feet as soon as she could walk, and she had taken to the game. She was a star player as a teenager and been heavily recruited to the college, where her career really took off. She spent a lot of time watching European soccer, when she wasn’t playing or studying, and was thinking of going overseas, after she graduated, to play professionally. (This was before the women’s professional league took off in the States.) I was impressed, she seemed like a well-rounded person, who was more than a jock.

I gathered enough material to turn in a puff-ball feature story. Larry ran the story and I got an email from Kelly, saying she had pinned the story up on her wall and was really pleased with it. Her teammates gave her some shit about it for while, but she didn’t care. She also sent it to her parents, who put in in her scrapbook.

I didn’t want to let things go, so we began emailing back and forth. She emailed me, when she was heading out to away games and I always wished her luck. I also started turning up for all the home games, mainly to see Kelly’s thick thighs and big calves hammering the ball into the net over and over again. I began to wonder what she looked like under her gear. After several weeks of chatting, I asked Kelly out to grab some pizza and after we ate, we wound up back at my place, where we shared a bottle of wine.

“I thought your coach didn’t like you drinking?” I asked.

“Yeah, but players always break the rules, when they get the chance. Plus, as long as I keep scoring, coach isn’t going to get on my case,” she replied. “Actually, a lot of drinking goes on at parties thrown by the football team. A lot of girls on the team have dated football players.”

My ears pricked up at that. “So how did that work out?”

She shrugged. “So so. They have great bodies, but some of them are a dumb as rocks. Plus, most of them want you to worship the ground they walk on, ‘cos they are big men on campus. And they’re not usually faithful. They always have groupies, waiting in the wings.”

We had gotten halfway through the bottle, and her tongue was getting looser.

“So, have you ever dated a football player?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, with a sour face. “He was a jerk, he had a big dick though. But he didn’t know how to use it. “

“Didn’t your parents freak?” I asked.

“No, not really. My dad’s from Sweden, which is very open minded. And my mom lived over there for a while, so some of that rubbed off on her.”

I could see she was getting slightly tipsy.

“So, are you a size queen?”

“No, I like a man who knows what to do with his dick,” Kelly said, with a slight slur. “Do you have a big dick?”

“It’s big enough.”

“Let me see.”

I obliged, unzipped my fly and let out my dick, which was rock hard. I had been carrying a boner for Kelly for weeks and I was straining for action.

“That’s nice,” said Kelly, and gripped my dick in her pale, slender hand. She leaned closed to me and mashed her lips with mine. She smelled of wine and pizza, but I didn’t care. That was an aphrodisiac, as far as I was concerned. We started kissing and pawing at each other’s clothes. I unzipped her track suit and she began unbuttoning my shirt. I got her jacket off and helped her roll off her Nike sports bra, which wasn’t as complicated as regular bras. She had small, breasts that were tipped with rose-collored niples. She undid her hair and let her hair drop to her shoulders. I quickly kicked off my clothes and helped her out of her tracksuit pants and sports briefs, revealing her pale, naked body. I climbed on top of her and sucked on her lips. I spread her legs and eased my dick into her cunt. She gasped as she felt my girth. I pushed into her and began to gently stroke at her pussy. I thrust in deep all the way to the hilt, eased out halfway, then did it again. I kept up at that pace, teasing her to the edge. It was working. I noticed her breathing getting heavier, then turn into loud pants. Soon she was moaning and thrashing away, and when she reached her peak, she yelled and locked her limbs around my ass. I climaxed shortly after her, with a loud groan as we looked deep into each other’s eyes. After, we lay on the couch, panting for breath.

Finally, she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

“Wow, that was …”

“Passionate…” I said.

“Yes,” she said, surprised. “I’ve never done that before. Most of the guys I fuck with cum in like five minutes and don’t give a damn about the woman. Where did you learn that?”

“I had some good teachers,” I said, modestly.

Kelly took another swig straight from the bottle.

“Rest is over buddy. I’m ready to go again.”

She reached down, stroked my dick and got it hard again. We fucked hard for two hours that night. She came about four times. The things you can do when you’re young! I learned that it wasn’t only male athletes who had high sex drives. Kelly may have looked like the perfect all-American girl, but she was wild in the sack. She was into mild BDSM and asked me to pull her long, flaxen hair, as I fucked her doggie style. She also had me whisper dirty words in her ear as I fucked her. Kelly had me spank her ass until it turned red. She said spankings made her soaking wet.

And so it began, we saw each other as regularly as we could for busy college students. She always came over after practice. Apparently working out got her real horny, and she always wanted to get off. We would get in the shower together, I would soap her body and we would passionately kiss. Then I would get on one knee, spread her pussy lips and eat her out slowly. She would scream like a scalded cat and thrash around so much, I’m surprised we didn’t tear the shower curtain down.

When she was away on the road, we would keep up by text. I would promise to eat her out, if she scored a goal, and she always would. I had to live up to my end of the bargain and go down on her, which she loved. Her coach should have given me a bonus, because I’m sure my pussy-eating skills helped win the conference title that season!

When we weren’t fucking or eating pizza, we would lay in bed watching European soccer and talk. Kelly told me there were quite a few lesbians on the team, which wasn’t surprising. She had tried being with a woman, one night at a drunken party, but realized it wasn’t for her.

“I like dick too much,” she confessed. “I like the taste of cum, the feel of a throbbing cock inside me and being dominated by a man. I have to be so tough on the field, it’s nice to give that up for a while.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” I laughed.

I flipped the channel and we stumbled on a porn movie on HBO. It was a scene featuring a white woman with two black men. Kelly watched it with fascination.

“You interested in that?” I asked.

She blushed. “Yeah, is that bad?”

“Hey, it’s cool. Whatever happens between consenting adults,” I said. “I can make that happen if you want.”

“How?” she asked, fascinated.

“I have a friend in mind, but if I do it for you, you have to do something for me in return.”

“What?”

“Set up a threesome for me, with another girl,” I said.

She thought about it for a while, and agreed. And so I set the ball in motion. I talked to Mikey, who was into wild sexual shit. He had banged the goalie, fought with her when she got all religious and was onto his next conquest. I knew he was into Kelly because he was constantly giving me shit about how I had beaten him to get her.  So one night, while Kelly was at my place, we invited Mikey over. We had a great time drinking wine, and watching the European Champions League final. When the game was over, we were all pretty drunk.

“You still want to do this?” I said to Kelly, and she nodded in agreement,

She stumbled to her feet and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She pulled off her bra, dropped her shorts and dropped her panties. I was hard, and I could see a bulge in Mikey’s pants. She grabbed us by the hands and led us to the bed. Kelly got on her knees, took out my cock and began to suck it. Mikey got behind Kelly and slipped his cock into her pussy. From the sloppy noises he was making fucking her, I could tell she was nice and wet. She sucked my prick and deep throated me, as I tugged gently on her hair and whispered, “Yeah suck my dick good, slut.” (She liked that kind of thing.) Meanwhile Mikey slammed away at her ass. It was an erotic picture, a pale white female body being penetrated by too dark, black bodies. Finally, Mikey groaned loudly, pulled out and came on her ass. I pulled out and came all over Kelly’s face. That set her off and she shot a huge geyser of cum out of her pussy. She lay on the bed covered in fluids, looking deliciously naughty. I got up to get us some drinks and we sat around sipping wine.

Kelly’s face was flushed, and she peered shyly over her drink at me.

“I can’t believe I actually did that,” she said. “That was so dirty, but so sexy.”

“Yeah, you were hot girl,” said Mikey, panting for breath. After he finished his drink, he thanked both of us, pulled on his clothes and left.

I reminded Kelly that since I had fulfilled her fantasy, she had to come through for me. She promised she would, and had some women in mind. After the Lady Tigers won the conference title, they had a team party. Kelly later came over to my house with one of her teammates, Shae, a petite, raven-haired girl, who played as a midfielder. The girls had been drinking and I offered them some more beer at my house.

Kelly said Shae was bisexual.

“Actually, I don’t like to be put in a box, I’m experimenting now. I kinda prefer girls though, but sometimes I like guys,” she said shyly.

“Well, maybe we can all make each other happy,” I said.

Kelly nodded enthusiastically. She was perched on my couch, next to Shae and they began staring into each other’s eyes. Then their lips locked and they began tugging off their clothes. It was erotic watching those two beautiful bodies exploring each other. Kelly motioned for me to get involved.

“Come here, babe,” she said, in between kisses.

I stripped off and got behind her. I kissed her neck, as she explored Shae’s mouth. Kelly reached behind and grabbed my dick. Then she took Shae’s hand and placed it on my cock.

“See how nice he feels, Shae?” she said.

Shae nodded shyly. I and fucked Kelly doggie style. As I fucked her, she bent over and ate Shae’s pussy. We each licked and fucked each other for what felt like an eternity, until Shae’s eyes rolled back into her head and she came with a quiet moan. I grabbed Kelly’s hair and slammed her hard until I felt her pussy contract and squeeze an orgasm out of me. Afterwards Kelly and Shae lay cuddled together and Kelly whispered, “I want you to experience his dick.”

She grabbed my dick, sucked it until it was nice and hard and then eased it into Shae’s dripping pussy. Then she sat on Shae’s face, so she ate Kelly’s pussy as I fucked her. That was the hottest part of the night! There was so much groaning, squealing and fluids spilled, I was pretty sure both girls had multiple orgasms. My sheets were ruined that night.

Kelly and I got into bed together tired from the night’s events. Shae said she enjoyed having dick again, but preferred having emotional relationships with women. We actually all hung out a few times together. Sometimes Kelly and Shae would go off and do girly stuff together, while I hung out with the boys and at the end of the day we would all end up in either bed or the shower. It was a great arrangement, very loose and non possessive, but everyone seemed happy.

Eventually things tapered off. Shae graduated and moved to another state. Kelly and I both graduated and she got a deal playing professionally in Europe. I’ve kept up with her career online. She got quite famous and even played for a professional women’s team in America, where she became the face of the franchise, used in all their merchandise. The public loved her all-American good looks. I never asked if she kept up with her wild sex life, but I’ll always remember her steamy college days. I’m sure she does too.

Latest update from "Ava: Confessions of a Country Club Cougar."

Ava and Francois are on vacation in Europe.

We were enjoying our drinks, when a couple of young girls came up to me and asked if I was American. Apparently, they could tell by my clothes. The teenagers were learning English and wanted to try out their new skills on a real-life Yank. We ended up talking about “Friends,” which they loved and Hollywood movies. I guess somethings are universal. It was kind of unusual watching teenagers drinking with adults, but the French kids seemed to be able to handle their alcohol. They sipped at their wine and we chatted for hours as the time flew by. The conversation slipped between English and French, especially when the girls got heated about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.

Suddenly, I looked up and noticed the bar staff were starting to stack the chairs on the tables. That was a sign we needed to leave. So we bid the girls, Yvette and Anna, goodbye. Like all young people, they said they would look up us on Facebook and we went home. Francois and I had consumed a couple of bottles of wine and I was beginning to feel the effects. We enjoyed the warm Parisian night as we staggered back to the apartment. I stood on the balcony, listened to the hum of traffic and watched the twinkling lights of the city. The Eiffel Tower stood out like a lighthouse in a sea of lights. I breathed in the air and sighed as I felt Francois come up behind me and kiss my neck. He whispered something in French and I felt my panties get wet. That language always did it for me. His strong hands cupped my breasts and I felt his hardness pressing against my back. I felt him lift up my skirt and reach for my dripping pussy.

“Ah,” he said, surprised to find I was bare under my skirt. “No panties. How naughty of you. If I had known, I would have tried to finger you in the bar.”

I laughed and sighed as I felt his finger slide deep into my pussy. I leaned forward on the balcony and pushed my hips out.

“Let’s do it here,” I whispered.  Francois was already excited and didn’t need to be asked twice. I heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his pants drop. He lifted my skirt over my hips until my ass was bare. He gave my butt a gentle slap.

“Naughty American,” he said with his sexy French accent. “You want this African dick right here?”

“Come on Francois,” I whispered. “Don’t make me beg for it. I haven’t had any since we left America.”

He laughed, parted my ass cheeks and slipped his thick dick into me. I gasped as I felt him penetrate me. We had fucked many times before, but nothing was a sweet as the moment when I felt that first thrust.  Francois gripped my hair, just as I liked, as he slammed against me. The only sound that could be heard in the night was the slapping of his hips against my butt. I looked out across the sea of lights as I felt myself steadily getting to the peak. The balcony made a few ominous creaks, and in the back of my mind, I remembered a story about an amorous teen couple, who plunged to their deaths while fucking on a balcony. I suddenly had a fleeting thought about dying with my skirt up and bare ass out and was mortified of my kids seeing the images. But my body had a mind of its own. Francois was slamming me hard and I suddenly felt my pussy tighten up and milk his dick. We both groaned quietly as we came together. We embraced and kissed on the balcony and then collapsed onto the bed.

We slept pretty late as we were still tired from the flight and a night of drinking. But when I woke up, I was horny again. You would think after the previous night’s romantic fuck I would have been satisfied, but the more good sex we women get, the more we want. I woke first with a slight hangover from the previous night’s drinking and went into the bathroom. When I came back, Francois was still asleep. His dark skin stood out against the crisp, white sheets. I pulled back the covers and revealed his beautiful, ebony body. His dick was still flaccid. I decided to do something about that, and I bent over and took him into my mouth. He was soon hard with a raging erection. I learned that morning wood is no joke, men’s first erections are often the strongest. Francois mumbled something in French in protest, but I kept sucking his dick. When he was nice and stiff, I slipped his cock out of my mouth and rode him. He was half asleep, but I only needed his body to cooperate and not his mind. He woke halfway through my ride and made a sarcastic crack about me taking advantage of him. I covered his mouth.

“Just lay there and be quiet, fella” I said sternly. “I’m in the middle of something.”

He lay there and I enjoyed his huge erection as it thrust into me. His dick was rubbing against my clit and it felt delicious. Francois was now fully awake and I could feel him pushing into me. I suddenly felt him spurting cum into my pussy, and I rode him faster. I grabbed his muscled chest as an orgasm wracked my pussy. My head went back and I howled as I came. Afterwards, we were both spent and we went back to sleep. After all we were on vacation.

The Sexual Adventures of Ben Washington Part 3

High School Hook Up

I had been in college for about four years, and was doing a lot of writing for the college paper. People noticed I had some talent and I got offered some freelance work writing editorials for the local newspaper. It added some much needed extra cash to my pockets and working at the newspaper came with a lot of perks. I got free tickets to a lot of concerts and even football games. One Friday night, I was dead bored and burned out from a week of school, so I decided to take in a high school football game. Now, there is nothing more American than watching a high school football game on a balmy Friday night while eating junk food. The game was pretty well attended, although I noticed the crowd fell into two categories, parents and high school kids. Since, I was in college, I fit into neither group, but I did see Larry, the editor of the paper, who was sitting with his wife and kids. I sat by him and we chatted about work. He said, he liked some of my columns and wanted me to keep writing for the paper. The game continued on and the home team was leading at halftime. During the interval, I went to the concession stand to grab a soda. I noticed a statuesque blonde wearing a blue cheerleader’s outfit, standing in front of me. I also noticed she had smooth, tanned legs. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a silk bow. I’ll admit, I have a weakness for blondes and I know some of the militant sisters on campus would hate me for it. Standing there in her uniform, she looked like every American boys’ wet dream come to life. When I was in high school, the cheerleaders wouldn’t have spat on me if I had been on fire. Now I was in college, and had some notches on my bedpost, maybe I could change that attitude I introduced myself to the blonde, asked her what her name was and she said Tammy. “I haven’t seen you around here before,” she said, as she ordered an ice cream. “Are you a parent?” I laughed. “No,” I said. “I’m in college. I’m just here because I got free tickets. I also do freelance writing for the paper."

“Oh, my dad works for the paper,” she said. I noticed her ears prick up at the mention of college. She licked her ice cream seductively and looked up at me. I got the impression, she knew she was turning me on. “That’s cool,” she said in a breathy voice. “So, what’s college like?” “A lot of hard work and a lot of parties,” I replied. I regaled her with some of my party stories and tales of all-night benders. She told me, she had done a lot of partying, but nothing like me. It was a lot of juvenile stuff, which usually ended up with someone puking their guts out at the end of the night. The half-time interval was ending and Tammy said she had to rejoin the cheerleading squad. I exchanged numbers with her and she left. I joined my boss back in the bleachers and finished watching the game, which the home team won. After the game finished, the crowd dispersed and I noticed Tammy came over to Larry. She hugged him and he introduced us. “This is my daughter, Tammy,” he said. “It's nice to meet you,” Tammy said, flashing me a secretive smile. I left and mused over what I learned. So Tammy, the hot high school cheerleader, was my boss’ daughter. I would have to handle this carefully and decided to call Uncle Brian and bounce the idea off him. “I say go for it,” said Uncle Brian. “It’s only a part-time job, and you’re not going to stay there forever. Also, most of these high school chicks are hot for college guys. They’re just glad to get with a dude who has some money, a ride and his own pad. Most of those high school guys don’t know what the hell they are doing in the sack. You can school this cheerleader, but just make sure she’s 18.” I took his advice and texted Tammy a few days later. After a few minutes, I got a text from her. Tammy said: What’s up?

I wrote: Not much, you remember me from the game?

Yeah, I do, you were the writer.

Are you 18?

Yeah. I am.

Cool, you looked cute in your uniform.

Thanks, I liked your dreads. I decided to call her on the phone and we chatted for a while and she told me what life in high school was like. The life of the in crowd seemed to be mindlessly boring, but I tolerated her prattling. Finally, I asked, if she had dated a black guy. She hesitated and said. “Yeah, kind of …” “What does that mean?” I asked. “Well, I hooked up with this black guy at  a party once,” she said. “It’s no big deal among people my age, but my dad would never approve of it. I can’t wait to move away from this one-horse town and go to a college, where I can date whoever I want.” “So you’re not a virgin?” I asked. She made an exasperated noise. “Hell no, I lost that when I was 15,” she said.“I like sex, but honestly, I think most guys my age don’t know what they are doing. It’s over so quickly, I wonder, is this it?” “Sex is great,” I said. “But, you have to find the right partner who knows what he’s doing.” “So, do you know what you’re doing?” she asked. “That’s a bold question,” I replied teasingly. “Let’s just say, I had a very good teacher and I haven’t had any complaints. Have you ever had an orgasm?” “Yeah, I think so  ...” Tammy said. “You think so?” I said laughing. “I don’t think you have. Most women know when they have one, they make enough noise.” I had her on the hook and decided to leave her hanging. I made an excuse and told her I would call the next day. We spent the next few days talking on the phone and our chats became increasingly steamy. She asked me about my past sexual experiences and we sexted a few times. She sent me some racy pics of her in a bikini and a pic of her doing a summersault flashing her undies. Things were moving along smoothly. We started instant messaging each other on Skype. Her face would pop up on my laptop late at night and I persuaded her to disrobe. First, it started with her taking her off her T-shirt and showing me her bra. Then, I persuaded her to slip off her bra and flash her boobs. Soon, I got her to do fully nude shows, after her parents had gone to bed. I also took out my cock and jerked off for her. She said it was hot and made her wet. Finally, after two weeks of online teasing, Tammy told her parents she was going to a sleepover and came over to my apartment. She showed up around 11:30 p.m. wearing her cheerleading outfit, just like I asked. Her hair was done in girlish pigtails and she had a naughty smile on her face. I met her at the door and bent down to kiss her. We had been chatting for weeks, so we both knew what we wanted. We kissed for several minutes at the door, then I swept her up and carried her to the bedroom. Our mouths were joined, as I laid her down on the bed. I could feel her hands running over my chest as I flipped her over and lifted up her skirt. “I want to fuck you with that uniform on,” I said huskily. Since I was much older than her, she pretty much followed my lead. Tammy got on her knees and put her butt in the air. I slipped off her nylon panties and pushed my finger into her bare cunt. She squealed, as she felt my finger explore her pussy. She was getting wet as I kissed her neck and she moaned as she felt my finger deep inside her. I found her clit and rubbed it with my finger. It grew under my touch and I stroked it softly. I could feel her breath getting ragged and I was taking her to places she had never been to before. I kissed her neck and thrust another finger into her dripping snatch. That was it, she started thrashing like a bucking bronco and moaning. She let out a throaty scream and I noticed her groin was soaked. “Oh my God!” she said, looking horror struck. “Did I just pee the bed?” “Um no,” I said laughing. “I think you just squirted. Haven’t you done that before?” She looked embarrassed. “I’ve played with myself a few times, but never anything like that.” “That’s okay,” I said reassuringly. “Sex is like driving a car, the more you do it the better you get. Right now you, still have your learning permit.” She laughed and hugged me. We lay there and I realized that she was still wearing her uniform. I told her to strip and she showed off her gorgeous body. She had tanned skin and perky breasts, they were a perfect mouthful. She really was an outstanding specimen of womanhood, and easily hot enough to be a Playboy model. She laid her bronzed body next to mine and felt my manhood gratefully. “That’s nice and big, just right for me,” she purred. “I want to feel it inside me.” She got back on her knees and pushed her butt invitingly in the air. “Come and get it,” she said teasingly, wiggling her ass. I laughed, pulled off my clothes and got behind her. I spread her ass cheeks and slipped my cock into her warm, wet pussy and gasped as I entered her. She was tight, because she hadn’t been with many men. She tensed up a little, as her pussy engulfed my dick, and then pushed back against me. I thrust deeper and she didn’t complain, so I pushed in all the way to the hilt, until my balls were slapping against her ass. I slammed her ass hard, reached forward and grabbed her pig tails. There was something deliciously naughty about fucking a cheerleader like she was a rag doll. I could hear Tammy moaning and breathing hard as I built up a faster pace. Then she came again, with a loud squeal and I felt her pussy pulsating. I had worked myself into a frenzy slamming her ass and spurted gobs of cum into her tight pussy. Afterwards, we collapsed and lay there not moving. “Don’t move, I want to feel you inside me,” she said softly. “I never get to do that with guys my age. They just want to cum and pull out.” I wrapped my strong arms around her small body and embraced her. It sounded as, if for all of her beauty, Tammy was really missing intimacy. She pulled away from me and asked if she could get on top, something she had never done before. I was happy to oblige and watched as she rode my dick to another body-shaking orgasm. Tammy happily spent the night fucking me and enjoying her new found orgasms. We started a sexually-charged relationship. She was like an addict, who had just discovered crack and my dick was the pipe. She sent me lengthy texts saying how much she loved fucking me and wanted to marry me. I had been round the block a few times and realized she was confusing passionate sex with love. I patiently told her the two were different. She sulked and was upset, but she still came over after school and blew me. Afterwards, I hiked up her skirt and slowly ate her pussy, spending a long time bringing her to orgasm. She burst into tears of joy, embraced me saying she was in love. I hugged her and said, “You’re mistaking an orgasm for love.” She brushed away her tears and pounded on my chest. “I do love you.” This descended into a heated argument which involved much pouting, hair flinging and eventually, more wild sex. We agreed to disagree on the love thing, but both enjoyed fucking each other. I spent that summer teaching Tammy about sex, porn and sharing all the lessons I learned. I even taught her about Black History. You could say I corrupted her. I prefer to see it as educating her on how to appreciate her body. At the twilight of the summer, we drove out to the lake at midnight in Tammy’s convertible Mustang and made love in the backseat under the stars. We found a secluded spot, where Tammy’s moans were drowned out by the croaking frogs. Afterwards, we cuddled and looked up at the sky. Tammy started crying. “I’m going away to college tomorrow,” she cried. “I can’t believe this is happening. I finally find a man who knows how to fuck, and I have to move away.”

I was more pragmatic. “You wanted to go away to college, and now you got that. Life is short, and you have to make the most of every moment. We had a good time, but we are going in different directions.” She looked away from me and sobbed gently. Then she dried her eyes and kissed me softly. We drove back to my place in silence and kissed goodbye one last time. Tammy went to away to college. We keep up online, but I realize she has a life and I'm moving forward in a different direction. But, I'm sure Larry was surprised when Tammy came home at Christmas and said she was changing her major to African American studies!