Writing adult stories, there must be more to it than the thousands of descriptions one reads about the sexual acts, all are similar!
All writes about the huge hard cocks being sucked, or slammed into the soaking wet pussy that had been licked, kissed and fingered before! Oh, and then there is the telling in detail of attention being paid to the clitoris and the stimulation of the mysterious G-spot that always end up in a climax on the other side of Venus! Come on, if you have had real sex you know that things are not always that ideal, cocks are not always that huge, don't always get that hard and pussies don't always overflow with juices. What I am saying is that a lot of the erotic stories on here are similar, including mine, the characters names might differ and the circumstances leading to the cock sucking and pussy licking might be slightly different, but essentially the stories are the same. But damn, it still is fun!
I am going to tell the story of my affair with Karin, which lasted for many years. I am going to go into describing how she sucked my cock and how I stimulated her clit, even though you know how that bit is done! My story is also going to be how we got into situations, and where we did go into that type of action mode.
My story starts many years ago, when we were all young and horny. I was working in the admin department of a big international company with offices in Johannesburg. Daily I was carrying a dick in my tight jeans that urged the rest of me constantly to find it some action, other than being pleased by Mrs. Palm and her five daughters.
There were a number of young nubile ladies working in the offices, but all of them were married. Two of them really got my cock straining my underpants; it just loved the description my eyes sent it via my nerve system.
One was a Swizz girl, Ruth, who worked as a clerk in the accounts department. The other, Karin, secretary to an Italian Engineer whom we had named "The Fuhrer', was the most exotic small blond I had ever seen. And I loved her sense of humor. The Fuhrer, who had had a bit of a problem thinking in English, tended to ummm and ahhh a lot when he dictated letters into a Dictaphone for Karin to type. Karin felt that all these by-sound-effects were highly irritating when typing, as the Italian accent already made it difficult to decipher the Fuhrer's wishes. So on one occasion she typed all the uhmmm's and anhhhh's in as well. The Fuhrer was furious, he screamed "You type such rubbish", to which she screamed back "You speak such rubbish!". After that the Italian did try and mend his dictatorial skills.
That was not the only clash the two had, Karin loved Marshmallows. She used to sit in her office, a pen stuck into the marshmallow, toasting it over her cigarette lighter. The Fuhrer walked in, blew his top at this waste of company time. Karin calmly offered him the marshmallow she had just toasted. This kind offer brought the Fuhrer to the brink of a heart attack.
It was raining one day, at home time. On that day I happened to have gone to work in my old beat-up Volkswagen, so the rain didn't bother me much, even though the windscreen wipers on the beetle didn't work. I knew Ruth came to work by bus, and also knew that she and her husband lived in an apartment in Hillbrow, not to distant from my own. So I offered Ruth a lift, accepted with a pretty smile.
We did not talk much during the drive. While changing gears I noticed that Ruth's dress had crawled slightly up her legs, her knees and lower thighs promising much pleasure higher up. When my cock got this message from my eyes it took charge of my actions.
It instructed my brain to direct my hand when changing gears to rest on Ruth's knee. I expected immediate rejection. But no, Ruth's only reaction was to open her legs ever so slightly. With this encouragement I slit my hand higher up her thigh. Ruth opened her legs wider and settled lower on the seat, giving my hand space to move even higher. When my hand reached the blockage of her silk panty to her heaven, I rubbed it, hoping to transfer some pleasure to the softness inside it.
By this time we had reached her apartment block, and I expected that our fun was over. Not so, Ruth invited me to come up to her rooms for a glass of wine. My immediate concern was the whereabouts of her husband. Ruth assured me that he was not home, and wouldn't be for a couple of days. He was a travelling salesman for a Swizz company that supplied farmers with various chemicals, and was away from home for a number of days weekly. As street parking was a scarce commodity in Hillbrow, so Ruth directed me into the basement parking lot of the building, having me park the Volkswagen in the bay allotted to her husband. I saw the irony of it, parking my car in his parking bay, and hopefully parking my cock in his private cock-bay soon.
When we reached her apartment on the 12th floor she handed me a bottle of excellent white wine to open, also handing me a corkscrew she brought from the small kitchen. While I was battling to get the cork extracted from the bottle's thin neck, Ruth went back into the kitchen to put together some snacks for us to enjoy, as an encore to the pleasure of the wine and each other's bodies.A disconcerting memory came to mind. Two weeks earlier I had a phone call from a barman that served in a pub in Berea, urging me to fetch my naked friend Dave hiding under the counter in the pub. Dave had been screwing a married woman full of his cum in her bed in her apartment on a second floor when her husband had unexpectedly come home. Searching for his gun gave Dave just enough time to leap through the window, loosing most of the skin on his hands and knees when connecting with the pavement. Dave did not have enough time to collect his clothing before the jump, so he left it lying in a heap next to the bed. Naked he ran down the street, seeking refuge in the first pub he came across. The barman was very understanding, allowing Dave to hide behind the bar counter. The only two patrons in the pub were as understanding and clubbed together to buy Dave a double whiskey to sooth his nerves. When the enraged husband came in looking for a naked man, the barman explained that no naked men were allowed in his pub, only naked women. The husband rushed out to continue his search.
There was no chance of me leaping through the window of Ruth's apartment, it being on the twelfth floor. I would leave a hell of lot more than knee and hand skin behind on the paving. My cock convinced me to take a chance, at least this one time.
After opening the wine and pouring generously into two glasses I joined Ruth in the kitchen. I stood behind her, putting my arms around her and cupping her large breasts in my hands, rubbing my hard cock through our clothes against her butt. Once Ruth had finished making the snacks we returned to the lounge, sitting down tight against each other on the couch. There was no time then for wine and snacks, we hungrily embraced, exploring each others bodies with our hands.
I knelt down on the floor between her legs, pulled her silk panty off to expose her heaven, a beautiful hairless wet pussy slightly gaping in readiness for attention. I bent down and french kissed those inviting pussy lips.
To this my cock had serious objections, he wanted in on the action. So I pulled Ruth so that her butt was right on the edge of the couch, freed my aching cock from my trousers and slid him deep into her moist and warm pussy. The action did not last long, I could not control my damn cock, and he fired a load of cum into her only after a few strokes. I was a bit embarrassed by this lack of endurance, but Ruth didn't seem to mind. She argued that we should finish our wine and the snacks, and then retire to the bedroom. By then my cock would have recovered and will most properly be much more cooperative. As I tried to get up from the floor I suddenly developed the most painful cramp in a thigh muscle. I was rolling around groaning, clutching my leg, Ruth knelt down beside me and gently massaged the pain out of my leg. My cock, jealous bastard, immediately stood up againalso looking for attention. I told Ruth to ignore him for a while; he can not always get what he wants. She planted a quick kiss on his head and sat down on the couch again. As I got up I noticed some painful carpet burns on my knees. A lesson learned that I remembered for the rest of my life. Whenever you fuck a woman by kneeling between her legs while she is sitting down on a chair or couch, always put a soft cushion under your knees, and hard cushions under her ass to get her to the right height for your cock to enter without putting undue strain on your leg muscles. This prevents carpet burns and leg cramps.
After leisurely finishing the wine and snacks we retired to Ruth's bedroom. The sex was good, and we kept at each other for hours, having short rest breaks in-between various positions and experiments.
Around about three in the morning I left for my apartment, I did have to get a few hours sleep before working the next day, and would also need clean clothing.
On leaving my apartment on my way to work in the morning I was lucky enough to run into the supervisor of the cleaners of our building. I slipped her a twenty rand note with the request to have my apartment thoroughly cleaned and tidied up. If Ruth agreed to a repeat performance it was going to take place in my apartment, there was just no way I was going to jump from her bedroom window if her husband returned from his travels unexpectedly.
Ruth was fun to have around in the apartment on two or three nights a week. Whenever her husband was away on business she brought an overnight bag to work so we could go straight home in the evenings. Not only was she a fair cook, a duty she took whenever she stayed over, but she also had no inhibitions. She seemed to enjoy the rule I made for her, she was not allowed to wear any clothes when at my place. We fucked, licked, sucked and fingered each other whenever and wherever the mood grabbed us, in the kitchen, the lounge, in the shower and even while having a bath together.
At work it was slightly more difficult, as we both shared our offices with other people. We overcame this by going to look for files at the same time in the filing room. These little actions had to be quickies, as there was always the chance of somebody else needing some file or other. Fucking while standing up was not the easiest and most comfortably way, there was the problem with height, me being slightly taller than Ruth, so I had to go into a sort of crouch to get my cock into her pussy. The floors were smoothly polished so you also had foot-slip whenever thrusting. We tried it with Ruth standing with her back firmly against a filing cabinet, lifting her legs around my hips and me thus carrying her full weight. This severely hindered the movement necessary for a good fuck, and I nearly dropped her on two occasions when my feet slipped on the floor.
We settled for two positions in the filing room, Ruth would sit on the edge of the small desk in that room meant for working papers on. She would lean back on her outstretched arms while I stood between her wide open legs, pushing her damp panty to one side and entering her soaking wet pussy with my cock that had been freed from my trousers. Our favorite position though was 'doggie', Ruth would face the table leaning forward with me standing behind her, my cock going up her pussy from behind.
My direct boss, Roy, quickly cottoned on to what was happening. He had no objections to us fucking the daylights out of each other, seeing that he was laying it into his own secretary and the company's accountant's secretary in turn, all three of them married too. He cautioned us not to be caught fucking during working hours, and gave me the keys to his office whenever he had to go out. This was heaven sent, whenever he was out of office Ruth and I got together in his office, behind a locked door. Roy had a big chair behind his desk, so I used take my pants off and sat back in this chair. Ruth would take her panty off and sit on top off me, straddling me with her legs. She would slowly lower her body onto me, my cock sliding into her wet pussy. As Ruth was on top she determined the rhythm of our fucking, and I could use my hands to play with her ample breast or rub her clit while she was riding me with my cock inside her. It was heaven, the only drawback was we could not make any sound, somebody walking past Roy's office would realize something unconnected with work was happening in Roy's office.
My 21st birthday was looming, being born in December. With my parents' agreement, my poor folk didn't have a clue as to what they were letting themselves in for with this, I planned a weekend long party on their farm 150 kilometers away. I had special invitations printed which I sent out to friends and acquaintances I thought would be fun guest at a party.
On the last Friday of November the company had the Christmas do. It was not much of a party, everybody stood around in the boardroom drinking as much free booze as they could, eating as many free snacks as their stomachs could hold and listening to speeches by managers praising themselves and exaggerating their achievements.
I had taken a silly bet with Roy that I would fuck Ruth that evening in the company's reception area. While the Managing Director was busy praising himself Ruth and I slipped out of the boardroom and headed for the reception area. She took her panty off, bent over the reception desk with her legs apart. Her pussy was soaking, waiting for my cock! I dropped my pants to settle around my ankles, and slowly pushed it into her pussy, such a beautiful experience.
I was slowly pushing my cock deep into her, and then slowly withdrawing, both of us enjoying the friction between pussy and cock. We did not hear or see anything, not until I felt a hand gripping the right cheek of my ass. My heart stopped, my cock went limp and popped out of Ruth's pleasure hole as if the devil was about to amputate it.
I ever so slowly looked over my shoulder, to see the smiling face of Karin. Smiling even broader she said: "I am glad to see at least somebody is having fun at this Christmas party, I wish I could join you but my lift is waiting downstairs. We well catch up later I am sure, see you around" and with that she disappeared into the elevator to go downstairs to meet her lift home.
After the shock of this encounter my dick refused to stand up and get hard again. So we rejoined the "party" to indulge in the free drinks. That was the last opportunity Ruth and I had to fuck that year, she was leaving with her husband on the Sunday for a month's holiday in Switzerland, to visit their respective families.
This encounter with Karin, my cock's most desired target for conquest, played on my mind for the entire weekend. So on the Monday I went to her office and handed her an invitation to my planned birthday party, waiting to see what happens. I was not overly optimistic of my cocks chances of getting into her pussy though, after all she was married, and if she did come to the party her husband would be in tow.
The weekend of the party dawned and two friends and I set off for the farm on Friday afternoon. My parents actually lived in town and the house on the farm was more of a weekend retreat, with very basic amenities. We had to put up the sound equipment, establish a bar, install some lighting and ensure that the large lounge in the house was cleared of all furniture so the guest could make a commune bed, seeing that most indicated that they would stay over.
It took a lot of hard work but all was done and ready by the time the first guest arrived late morning. When we were about nine people it was decided that we would take a quick drive down to the hotel, at the holiday resort on the Vaal River, for a few beers. I twisted my Dad's arm into letting us use his Mercedes, so we all piled in. Seeing it was my birthday, I was very cocky and tried to show off. I slammed the Merc into reverse and floored the pedal. I didn't look where I was going, anyway, I would not have seen much because of all the heads reflected in the mirror. With a loud crunch the heavy car came to a standstill. We all piled out to see what had caused this unwelcome sound. I had reversed into Pete's little blue Fiat 850, halving its already tiny dimensions. There was hardly a scratch on the Mercedes!
Pete gave the Fiat a once over and decided that having beers was more important at that stage than worryng about the Fiat. We all piled back into the Merc and took off. We hadn't travelled 100 meters when another Fiat appeared speeding towards us, head on. This Fiat was not a tiny 850, it was the larger high powered Dino Coupe. The driver was Karin, and she was alone in the car. Quickly she parked her car and joined us in the Mercedes, being squashed against me by the many bodies in the car.
My cock reacted immediately in anticipation and bulged my jeans uncomfortably. Karin must have noticed this reaction for she unobtrusively gave him a rub every now and again, a big smile on her face. At the hotel I asked about her husband's whereabouts and she told me he had suddenly been called up for a three month stint at military service as part of the National Service. All young white men had to do National Service at that time in the history of South Africa. My cock was ecstatic at this news and made a few pulsating jumps in celebration.
During the late afternoon another of my Swizz friends, Pepe, arrived with his girlfriend, Heidi. This girl was wearing very short and tight hot pants that emphasized her ample arse. She obviously hadn't been to an African farm before and was enamored by the animals. My mother's geese was not amused by this attention and showed it by chasing Heidi all over the farm, solidly biting her on the ass which proved to be rather painful later during the night.
The party went well, the music was loud, the booze flowed and the barbecued meat was much appreciated. My parents soon realized that the party was going to get out of hand, or should I say, cocks out and pussies exposed. So they gathered my two sisters and left for the house in town, promising to be back in the late morning next day.
Friend Hein couldn't keep his cock under control, so he gathered a blanket and took his girlfriend for a walk into the veldt. When about a 100 meters from the party, he though they was away far enough not to be seen, and laid the blanket open on the ground. Both of them went down on the blanket and were mostly out of sight. Then friend Hein's white ass appeared, visible because of the light reflecting off his pale ass skin. The five farm dogs also saw this white thing humping away in the veldt and as a pack charged it. They formed a circle around the fucking couple, barking as if they could see the end of the world at close quarters. The movement from the white ass stopped, and the dogs found the courage to move in, sniffing away at Hein's ass, and getting a good whiff of his girlfriend's pussy too, I am sure. The cold wet noses touching his ass, surely hot from the exercise, was one too much for Hein. He jumped up and shooed the dogs, who scattered in five directions. Hein, satisfied that the dogs had gone, got down again and back to business. As soon as his ass started humping again, the dogs were back barking up another storm. This broke Hein and the girlfriend lust, as it would have done anybodies, and they gave up their attempt at a fuck. They got up, dressed and headed back to the party, looking rather bemused.
As they got close all those who had been watching the comedy cheered. Both of them were blushing heavily at this cheer and Hein mumbled something about "fucking dogs". To this Pepe remarked:" No, no, no, it's barking dogs, you were doing the fucking!'
Soon after this Karin grabbed my hand and asked if I knew of a place we could go, without the dogs! Sure, I knew the layout of the farm and lead her around the house, without being spotting spotted by the dogs. They were to busy snapping at snacks Heidi was feeding them in appreciation of the entertainment they had provided. I lead Karin to the haystack, going around it, so that it was between us and the party.
I took of my jacket and threw it on the hay for Karin to sit on. The girl surprised me; before she sat down she took off her jeans and panty, without either one of us having said a word. I removed my jeans too and sat down beside her, putting my hand between her legs, which she had opened wide. I was in my element, here I was holding the girl I have been wanting to touch for ages. My cock was even happier; he knew he was going to enter the pussy of his desires soon! Her Pussy was beautiful and smooth, obviously having been submitted to a shave or hair removal exercise that day. I ran my hand up and down her pussy, letting my middle finger slip between the lips to massage her inner lips and rock hard clitoris, my fingers making slurping noises in her juices.
Suddenly she lay back and grabbed me, urging me to "Fuck me Baby, fuck me now, fuck me hard!" I rolled on to her and her eager fingers grabbed my by now throbbing cock to guide it into her channel. I pushed my cock into her as deep as I could, then extracting it so that only the head was between her pussy lips, and then pushed it in deep again. After a few of these long strokes Karin grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, using my ass as a handle to direct the depth and rhythm of our fuck. Her breath started racing and I could feel the urgency of her need in the pain where her nails dug into my ass. With a "Oh God I am coming" she held my ass tight with my cock deep inside her, so I could not move. My cock could not hold back any longer either, and he shot my jism deep into Karin's pussy. We lay like that for a short while, but then started feeling the poking and scratching on our skins by the hay, something we were to busy to notice before. The itching made me roll off my beautiful woman, and we both sat up.
She wanted me to light her a cigarette, but luckily me brain had started working again. I explained that it could be dangerous, if one of us dropped a cigarette, or a glowing amber into the dry hay, we could start a massive fire, it could burn the farm down to the ground. So reluctantly we put our clothes back on and slowly walked hand in hand back to where the party was raging.
Hein's girlfriend soon spotted us and came rushing over:"Where did you go? Where did you go, where did you fuck where the dogs didn't hassle you?" At first we denied that we had gone anywhere, denied that we fucked, but when this girl smirked and started pulling grass out of our hair and off our clothes, we had to admit to our pleasure and told her where to go.
She went and crabbed Hein by the hand and with a "Come" started dragging him towards the corner of the house. Karin gave them a sendoff message:" Don't get to hot, you will set the hay on fire that will burn the farm down!" With that they disappeared around the corner of the house, to go play dip your stick.
The people who planned not to stay over started leaving and the rest of us also began making plans to head for bed. With mattresses, blankets and sleeping bags we made a communal bed on the lounge floor, where we all eventually settled down, in couples. It didn't take long for the giggling to start, and the clothes to fly. An orgy of sorts was about to happen.
Somewhere in the middle of the group and argument developed, Pepe and Heidi had a problem. The raw spots on her ass where the geese had bit her were painful, so she could not lie on her back for Pepe to fuck her. Doggy style, or her riding Pepe, did not work either, his pelvis still pushed against her painful ass. Pepe had to settle for a blow job.
Suddenly, from the end of the line Marlene, the actress's, voice: "Fingers out, palms open, have a drink!" With this brought a five liter wine jar to her mouth, took a sip, and passed it to her guitarist boyfriend for a long suck. He in turn handed it to the next fucker in the row, and the jar made a full circle. Soon though everybody lost interest in drinking, and got on with the pleasure of getting pussy and cock together.
Karin and I had settled down together in a double sleeping bag at the other end of the heaving line. But I had a problem, or rather, my cock had a problem. Despite all Karin's couching and attention, he would only raise half-mast. Eventually Karin whispered in my ear, "Don't hassle, I understand, you had a long and busy day, and plenty to drink, let us just sleep and catch up tomorrow."
I loved Karin for her understanding attitude, but I was highly pissed of with my cock. He is a coward, and a lazy bastard on top of it! When Karin grabbed my ass at the Christmas party, my cowardly cock shrunk to a tiny worm in no time at all, and hid between my legs, while I had to explain. Now, I had done all the work for the day, and the chatting, not him. My drinking had nothing to do with him, which was a matter between my stomach, my liver, my kidneys and me. All he did they whole day was one short little fuck in the hay, and wasting time with a lot of peeing. He was really a lazy dick!
Karin and I settled down in each others arms, me vowing to make her cum with my fingers. I can remember holding her delightful wet pussy, my finger stroking her clit. The next thing I knew, I was waking up with this beautiful naked girl still in my arms.
Untangling myself from this Sleeping Beauty's embrace, I got up and carefully stepped over sleeping bodies to where my clothes were lying. Now my damn cock was ready for action, standing up hard and proud. The damn thing just couldn't get his timing right, the night before when he could have been pleased by the woman of many months desire, he refused to work. As I bend down to pick up my clothes I heard a little cough behind me. There stood a naked Marlene, the pretty unemployed actress, looking at my erect cock.
Marlene stepped closer, took my cock in her hand, working it very slowly. She bent slightly forward and whispered in my ear: "Wow, nice! You know I haven't given you a present for your birthday yet." And with that she went down on her knees and took my hard member into her mouth. I pushed her away while shaking my head "no". I did not want Karin to wake up to see that my cock was hard and ready, being attended to by another woman. She might just feel that I didn't really want her, which would be a massive loss to me. But I wasn't going to let this bit of pleasure pass either. I stepped away and crooked a finger at Marlene to follow me. Quietly we walked down the short passage to the room where my parents slept when they did stay over at the farm.
When I turned back from closing the door behind us, Marlene was already on her knees on the carpet, to continue where she had left off. She took my still hard cock into her mouth again. I leaned back against the door to enjoy Marlene's attention, circling the head with her lips while her tongue found the opening of my barrel. An incredible sensation of pleasure ran up my spine and numbed my brain. I put my hands behind her head and thrust my cock deep into her mouth, feeling the head being engulfed by the tightness of her throat. Marlene grabbed my hips to slow my movement down a bit while she carried on deep-throating me! The sensation was incredible, and after a few minutes of this attention I could feel my cock starting to throb, ready to shoot its load. Marlene must have sensed my imminent cumming too, for as my cock squirted its first shot Marlene took it out of her mouth and received the first load of my cream on her lips.
Then she took my cock back into her mouth, receiving the rest of the blasts down her throat. With her tongue and lips she worked the last drops out of my cock. I felt lame, and sat down on the bed to recover. Marlene got up, stood by the door ready to leave. Before she opened the door, she looked back at me over her shoulder, smiling and saying "happy birthday, my friend Luc'". She stuck her tongue out, circling it around her mouth licking all my juices into her mouth. With another smile and a little wave with her hand she left the room.
For a few minutes I sat on the bed to recover my breath. Slowly I got up, got dressed and sneaked out of the room to join Pepe, Heidi and some of the others at a fire they had started, to make coffee and breakfast for all. By ones and twos the hung-over crowd made their appearance, had coffee, breakfast and all headed for the dam, a nice refreshing swim to wash off the dried juices of the night before. In Marlene and my case, there were the added juices of that morning.
When my parents, without my sisters, returned to farm they were much impressed. This wild, fun loving group of people had put in special efforts to get everything neat and tidy again. They left the farm in the same condition as it was before the party. My mom, with my dad nodding his approval, invited all to come down for a weekend whenever they wished.
At about noon everybody started leaving, to get back to the dreariness of city life. Karin and I agreed to go to our own homes, but to meet up again the next day at work, with her bringing an overnight bag. She was going to stay over at my apartment for a few days. Our affair had started!
(To be continued in Part 2, I hope)
In Part 3 of this book I am going to go into some detail of some of our experiences, when we had sex on the anywhere anytime philosophy.