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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Bible Slut (MF, slut)
by Anon (c) 1990
***
I'm a junior at a bible college in the south. I'm 21, blond, and
five feet seven inches tall, with an athletic figure: 35-23-34.
Even though I have had limited contact with men, I'm pretty sure that
my figure is attractive. I have long legs, a tight rear, and my
breasts, while not huge, are firm and ample for my body.
I had arranged to meet with one of my professors at his home to
discuss a paper I was writing for him. While I never planned for
anything to come of the conference, I admit I wanted to be sexy for
him. I wore a tight, white skirt, with a long slit up the front,
a mesh-cotton sweater with a beige open nipple bra, and a pair of
white, high-heeled sandals, all of which looked, I thought, quite good
on my tanned body, set off by my sun-lightened hair. I showed up
about 8:15 P.M., 15 minutes late, and we sat in his den. He sat
behind his desk, and I sat to the side of it, in a straight chair,
with my legs crossed. We talked about English, but being in a non-
classroom setting with him made him seen even more attractive to me.
So I flirted.
He was slow to respond, remaining professional, but at about 9:30
P.M., after one of my stronger flirting glances and smiles, he said,
"You know, you really are an attractive young woman. And if you don't
stop looking at me like that, I'm going to have to do something about it."
"What do you mean?" I protested innocently.
He replied with something to the effect that my body was
tantalizing and my face inviting. I blushed, but I felt my nipples
harden simultaneously, and I was also very pleased. He stared right
at my breasts, and then stood up, walked around behind me, and put
his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. I
knew he was looking down at more than my face, and I liked it. My
nipples tingled at his stare, and I felt them push against my
sweater, realizing that he would notice. He leaned down and kissed
me deeply. I responded with my tongue. Then I felt his fingers on
my nipples, lightly rubbing them through my sweater. I cooed and
arched my breasts up toward him. It felt divine. I reached up with
both hands and caressed his neck and head. I was absolutely turned
on by being touched only on my mouth and nipples, and I wanted him to
keep caressing me more and more.
At this point he must have sensed that I was hooked. He stopped
kissing me and reached down and lifted my sweater above my breasts.
I was exposed and shocked. He was seeing my dark nipples protruding
through my special bra like erections from my bare, white breasts.
No man had ever seen me like this, totally exposed in full light. I
was embarrassed by having him see what was so intimate to me, but I was
also very excited. Before I could pull my sweater down, his fingers
returned to my nipples--only this time it was my exposed nipples. He
gently took each of my bare, hard nipples between his thumb and
forefinger and began rolling them back and forth. The sensation was
ecstatic. I felt a flood of warmth between my legs and threw my head
back, closing my eyes. My breasts were uplifted to him as he stood
behind me, his fingers on my nipples driving me to a frenzy. I began
moving my pelvis up and down, humping against the material of my
panties. I couldn't resist it, I was so turned on.
After this had gone on for a while and I was wild with the
tension that had built between my legs, he said, "Finger yourself."
I was very embarrassed at the idea of my doing that in front of him,
but I needed to do it. I reached up the slit of my skirt and found
my clitoris. It was poking out from my cunt lips and was as hard as
the end of a pencil. Still, he was rolling my now throbbing nipples,
sometimes between his thumb and forefinger, sometimes with a circular
motion with the tip of his finger. I was excited beyond belief.
Thrilling arcs jumped inside me between my breasts and cunt. I had
to get more access to my pussy, and pulled my skirt up over my hips,
and thrust my hand down my panties. I rubbed my wet clit faster and
faster, writhed my body up and down in the chair and, as I exploded
in orgasm, he pinched my nipples between his fingers, the pain
sending me even higher. "Oh God," I said, "that was fantastic."
"I'm glad," he said, smiling down at me while his fingers
continued to pull gently at my nipples. "Why don't we go into the
living room?"
I pulled my sweater and skirt down and followed him into his
living room, where I sat invitingly on his couch. I expected him
to be all over me. Instead, he sat in a chair across from the couch.
This was a bit embarrassing to me but he just smiled.
Then he said, "Your body is really beautiful, and seeing you so
turned on really turned me on." I blushed even more. He continued,
"What I'd really like would be for you to take your clothes off so I
can enjoy seeing how nice you look." An unbelievable request, you
might say. But after he had just given me such pleasure, seeking
nothing in return, it seemed like the least I could do for him.
I leaned down to discard a shoe. "Leave your shoes on," he
said. "Those beautiful long legs look so nice in heels." So I stood
up. I paused a moment, trying to figure out how to proceed. Then, I
guess because he had already seen my breasts, I removed my sweater.
As I pulled it over my head, he said softly, "Put your arms over your
head." I stood straight up, sucking in my already flat stomach, and
raised my arms over my head. As I did so I could feel my breasts
raise even more, and I was conscious of my exposed, full breasts and
hard, dark nipples. I folded my sweater and reached for my bra. "I
like the necklace, but get rid of that bra" he said.
I unbuttoned my skirt, dropping it down over my hips and stepped
out of it. His anticipation showed, as I bent over to pick it up.
"Straighten your legs, turn around, and bend over," he said. I
obeyed and watched his eyes as he looked at my thin panties tighten
around my ass and creep up into my crotch. I reached back and peeled
my panties down and let them drop to the floor. I blushed as I
realized that he could see all of my bare cunt and, probably, my
clit. I stood and turned around. He sucked in air as he realized
that I shave my pussy so that the hairs won't poke out from my
bikini (when I go home). I glanced down and saw that my cunt lips
were bright pink and protruding around my clit. I stood there, naked
except for my white heels and necklace.
"That is really fantastic," he said with sincere appreciation.
"You are a beautiful girl. Let's go make some hors d'oeuvres and get
a drink."
I was taken aback. He, still in his sport jacket, trousers, and
tie, caught me by the hand and led me into his kitchen. He constantly
appraised me, breasts, pussy, buttocks, and legs, obviously appreciatively
and sensually, but he ignored my embarrassment and acted as if this
were normal. Standing in the bright lights of the kitchen, I was even
more aware of my nakedness. But I saw a bulge in his pants that told me
that he appreciated me intensely. And new moisture and warmness flowed
between my bare legs, and my nipples hardened anew.
"Here, peel this cucumber and slice it up real fine," he said.
While I did so, he proceeded to de-crust, quarter, and spread butter
on pieces of bread; all the while glancing often at me, occasionally
saying things like "My, you are pretty," or "You have a really sexy
ass," or "Your breasts are so firm and alive." Once he said, "Seeing
your bare pussy with your clit poking out of your swollen lips,
especially at the top of your beautiful legs drives me crazy." These
comments embarrassed me, but they also turned me on intensely. I
didn't know what else to do; so I just stood there, naked, being
watched and complimented and slicing the cucumber. Then, at his
instructions, I put a cucumber slice on each bread quarter and
sprinkled them with lemon juice and pepper. He stood and watched me,
smiling. "Take them back in the living room," he said. Carrying a
bottle of white wine and two glasses, he walked behind me, obviously
so that he could watch me walk. I made sure to put each foot
directly in front of the other so that my hips would sway as I
walked.
We sat again, with him in a chair opposite me on the sofa. I
kept my legs crossed so that my naked pussy was concealed.Of
course, my breasts and nipples were totally exposed to him. The hors
d'oeuvres were delicious. It was very sexy to sit there nude,
talking, drinking wine, and eating hors d'oeuvres. In a way, it was
the ultimate in formality. I knew I looked better and more alluring
than I could in any evening gown. He asked me about my sex life,
whether I dated before college, whether I liked to flirt, how far I
usually went, and whether I enjoyed sex. I answered ambiguously, but
even talking about it made me feel erotic. Then he asked me what I
liked a lover to do to me. I said that I didn't know.
"Uncross your legs," he said. I did, exposing the slit between
my legs to his gaze. He looked directly at it, making it tingle.
Then he got up, came over to me, and knelt down in front of me, still
holding his drink. He put a finger in the wine and moistened each of
my nipples. Then, with his mouth an inch from the tip, he blew a
stream of air over my breasts. The combination of the wine and the
air made my nipples protrude even farther. I moaned as, with just
the tip of his tongue, he circled each nipple. "Suck me," I said,
and he took my nipple in his lips and began sucking it while rolling
my nipple with his tongue. He opened his mouth farther and sucked as
much of my breast into his mouth as possible and then, with as much
suction as he could get, pulled his mouth off the end of my breast.
It felt like I was being milked, and I felt the tremors of a mini
orgasm between my legs. He moved further down my body and began
running his tongue into my navel and into the crease between my legs
and stomach. He blew a stream of air at my clit. The sensation was
thrilling and electrifying. All I had ever felt down there was a
finger or a thrusting penis. I slumped forward on the sofa, opening
my legs and thrusting my pussy up to his mouth. "Please," I said.
"Please what?" he replied. "Please lick me!" "I am licking you."
"Lick me there." "Where?" Oh God, he was going to make me say words
I never used with anyone. But I had to feel what his tongue would do
when it covered my clit. "Lick my pussy!", I groaned. "Suck on my
clit! Stick your tongue in my cunt!" Delicately, he probed with his
tongue, flicking onto and around my clitoris, first lightly, then
more intensely and continuously. He tongued the tip and then up and
down the sides of it alternately. I began writhing upward to him.
He put down his drink and took my hands in his. He moved my fingers
to my own nipples and he began squeezing them with his. I grabbed
each breast in my hands and began milking them and pulling on my
nipples. He moved his hands to my buttocks and raised me to his
mouth. His tongue was like a continuous lightning bolt, licking the
side and tip of my clitoris, then probing into my pussy.
Then he began to combine this with sucking. I went wild! It
seemed as if he were somehow sucking my tiny bud of a clitoris into
an organ of pleasure several inches long. Holding it in his mouth,
he flicked it with his tongue and sucked it in and out. I wildly
began to cum, vaguely aware of the heightened sensation of his
fingers playing at my anus and pussy. As each wave of pleasure
rolled over me, I pinched my nipples and dug my fingernails into the
sensitive flesh. I gasped and moaned, and the pleasure became so
intense that I attempted to get away from that thrilling tongue and
mouth. But he held me tightly, digging his fingers into my anus when
I squirmed. I burst into orgasm. I soared. I contracted. I was
relieved. I could stop. But he did not. "Enough, enough," I cried,
trying to squirm away. But his tongue only slowed down to a steady
rhythm against my throbbing clit, which brought me blasting to
another orgasm and then another and another, right on top of each
other. I was shattered. He finally stopped, pulled his finger from
my anus, and caressed my clit slowly with his tongue. He stood and
kissed my face and sat down again. I was depleted. I lay there,
legs spread, gasping. He sat and watched appreciatively. "Thank
you," was all I could say.
After a bit, I said, "I want to do something for you." It seemed
out of character for me to say something like that, but nice.
"You will," he said, "but I want you to see that turning someone
else on is as sexy as being turned on. Physically, the need is to be
stimulated, and it's great. But emotionally, mentally, the real kick
is turning someone else on. Also, while there is a physical need for
eventual release, and it's fantastic when it comes, the build-up,
being turned on and waiting, is really the most fun mentally,
although it takes self control and a an ability to defer physical
pleasure to enhance the erotic mental enjoyment. What we've been
doing has been fantastically erotic for me."
What I said next was even more uncharacteristic for me. "Well,
anyway, I want to see you nude now."
"Okay," he said, and he undressed, laying his coat neatly over a
chair, removing his tie, shirt, undershirt, shoes, socks, trousers,
and finally, shorts. His penis was big but not erect.
"Mmm," I said.
He stood before me for a moment, his dick pulsing slightly, and
then said, "Let's have dinner. I'll stay like this. But sometimes
wearing a few clothes is sexier than wearing nothing at all. So let
me give you something to wear." He left and returned with a dress.
It was silky, clingy, sheer and dark blue. It was a wraparound with
a broad sash, so it easily fit me. But it had a few special
characteristics. At the top it was very low cut, almost to the
navel, and the cut was quite wide. It started at the shoulders,
converging to a point above my navel, with just enough material to
cover each nipple. Or, at least, there was almost enough; it was
virtually impossible to prevent revealing a touch of brown from the
edge of a nipple. I have firm breasts that lift up; so I filled the
gown out well. The inner side and half of the curvaceous bottom of
each breast were completely exposed. Moveover, as I soon learned,
while the dress would just cover my nipples when I stood or sat
straight up, if I leaned over or twisted, a nipple was exposed or my
entire breast popped out. The bottom was split from a few inches
below the navel down. Again, if I stood straight, it closed, but
when I walked, my inner leg right up to my pussy was exposed. When I
sat down, the dress fell to either side, revealing my legs and the
few intimate inches above them. Although I had already bared all, as
he said, being somewhat dressed was more sexy and raunchy. When I
had a dress on, it seemed that I should be covered; so when the dress
exposed me, it was somehow more risky than being naked. This was
especially so since he obviously noticed each time I was exposed to
him, and I could see his penis twitch with pleasure.
We went to the kitchen to fix dinner; a couple of steaks and a
sliced tomato. As we cooked, I could not keep my eyes off his penis.
I had never really taken a close look at a nude man before. When I
reached for something and my nipple was revealed, his cock pulsed.
It turned me on each time.
When he seated me at the table and the split dress fell open, his
cock jumped up in jerks, and he stood there over my chair, with his
hands on my shoulders. I reached up and caressed his organ and it
sprang up. He kissed me and sat down. While we ate by candlelight,
he was naked but hidden by the table and I was exposed from the waist
down but also hidden. My box got wetter and wetter at the thought of
the sensuality of the situation. I wanted to reach down and rub
myself, but I didn't, although I occasionally did manage to let my
fingers briefly trace over my clit. I leaned forward or to the side
as often as I could so that my revealed breasts and nipples would
turn him on. I always acted as if it were an accident, smiled, and
recovered myself.
We cleared the table and returned to the living room. He sat on
the sofa, slumped and exposed, and said, "Now, you can do some things
for me. You know how I enjoy your body. I want you to do a
striptease show for me--a sex act."
I stammered, "I don't know how," blushing fiercely.
"Improvise," he said. "Remember, your goal is to turn me on. It
will turn you on. That will turn me on even more. Go ahead."
I started to take the dress off. "Oh no," he said. "Not
yet. You should be able to go a long way with it on." I looked
puzzled. "Look," he said, "think of all the ways you can tease by
showing a little more. You could drive me wild fully dressed." He
saw my continued confusion. "Wiggle. Gyrate. Hunch. Hump. Go
ahead."
I began to understand and started undulating before him, like a
dancer, letting the split in the dress flick open and closed. Soon I
really got into it. I wiggled my breasts so they popped out of the
dress. I saw his cock throb. I sat on the coffee table in front of
him and thrust my pelvis up and down and sucked air through my teeth.
I was getting turned on. I reached down and pulled my breast to my
mouth. I could just flick the nipple with my tongue and I watched
his eyes as I licked the tip. I put my hands to my crotch and parted
my lips there and caressed myself. Now he was as hard as a rock and
looking glassy. I stuck my finger in my pussy and slid it in and
out, writhing all the while. I pulled my finger from my pussy and
licked my own moisture from it. I sucked my finger into and out of
my mouth, watching his cock grow even harder.
"Now take it off," he whispered. I stood and did so, slowly and
sexily, all the time running my hands over my body. For a while I
had just the top part off; then I let the whole dress fall to the
floor.
"Stand on the table," he said. I did, and he looked up at me.
"let me see that beautiful ass," he moaned. I turned around and then
obscenely wiggled my buttocks. "Ooh," he gasped. "Bend over." I
did, knowing that in doing so I totally revealed my pussy to him.
"Oh you look so nice like that with your breasts hanging down and
your box there between those lovely cheeks and atop those beautiful
legs. Touch yourself." I fingered my clit, with him watching
between my legs. I slid my fingers up and down inside my juicing
pussy. I slid my index finger into my anus and moved it in and out
slightly. His cock was standing straight up with a slight curve. I
could see a bead of cum on the tip of it. I was so turned on that I
could barely control myself. I was about to cum.
"Come here," he said. "Kneel here." He guided my head to his
throbbing cock. For an instant I was reluctant since I had never
done that before. But I was so turned on and so wanted to please him
that my reluctance was quickly overcome by passion, and I took the
head of his cock between my lips. I could taste the slightly salty
bead of cum, and I pulled my head back slightly so he could see the
sticky fluid in a string from my tongue to his cock. I put my head
back on his cock and took just the head between my lips. With my
tongue, I tried to insert it into the hole at the end so I could get
more of his cum. "What should I do," I asked. "Lick it up and down.
Suck my balls gently. Put as much as you can into your mouth and
suck as hard as you can while moving your head up and down." I began
licking and mouthing it, up and down. My hands found his balls and
anus, and I caressed them. His back arched and he trembled. "Suck
it. Take more of it," he gasped. I did. I found it very exciting
knowing that I was giving such pleasure. I began to suck wildly,
letting the prick go half out and then deeply into my mouth. He
thrust toward me, first with steady pushes, and then spasmodically,
finally exploding his warm semen into my mouth. I could feel three
separate spurts of cum fill my mouth, and before I could swallow all
of it, some trickled down his cock onto his balls. He sank back onto
the couch, and I licked his dick and it jerked smaller and smaller.
Now that he was soft, I could take the whole thing into my mouth. I
sucked gently and ran my tongue around the head. Then I crawled onto
the sofa and lay there with my head in his lap, with him caressing my
hair.
But not for long. I was so randy and turned on from having
turned him on that I just twitched and pulsed between my legs for
some more attention there, more exciting stimulation, and more of
those glorious climaxes. I took his hand and put it on my rear.
With his arm extended, his hand just reached an inch or so below the
small of my back. I wriggled forward on his lap about a foot so that
his hand then rested on the bottom of my rear, which he began to
caress gently. Another result of this move was that my breasts now
hung into his lap, and one of my nipples brushed on his resting
penis, a very sexy sensation as the moisture on his cock made my
nipples wet. His fore and middle fingers played lightly about the
rim of my pussy, sometimes brushing onto my clit. I moved my
buttocks up and down sensually with enjoyment.
Then I wanted more. I slid on up on the sofa until my ass was
right in his lap. With my head down on one side of the sofa and my
knees on the other, my rear stuck up at him, and I arched my back and
spread my knees so that the whole area between my legs was completely
available to him. I wanted him to have total and free access to it
all.
Now he used both hands, one coming across my back, with which he
toyed with my anus and pussy, rubbing my juices from one to the
other. His other hand had more direct access. He fingered my clit
and rolled it between his thumb and finger, sometimes pulling on it,
sometimes massaging it circularly with one finger. I ground up and
down with pleasure, and when that was not enough, I wriggled from
side to side simultaneously. I reached peaks, but he moved too
slowly for me to cum, so my pleasure continued, wave after wave. I
was ecstatic, but the tension built and built, demanding release. He
began thrusting one finger, then two, into my pussy, massaging its
tight, wet interior. I began moaning and whispering obscene
exclamations and requests. I felt a finger slip into my writhing
anus, and I could feel my ass hole tighten as he slid it past the
first two joints. It accentuated the ecstatic agony I was
experiencing in my convulsing pussy and on my throbbing clit.
Finally I cried out, "Oh, please, I want to cum so much, so bad."
He lifted me off and laid me back on the sofa. At first I didn't
understand. But then I saw his penis sticking straight out,
throbbing and hard. I knew he was going to fuck me, and I wanted
it. I wanted that hot, smooth cock inside me.
He moved my legs around and put each of my white high heels on
the coffee table, my legs spread. Then he guided his prick slowly
into my waiting, wet box and pressed his body into mine. Slowly I
felt the head as it forced its way up my cunt. I could feel the
walls of my pussy give way before its gentle insistence. Slowly and
gently at first, he slid in and out, but then he began thrusting more
rapidly and harder into a rushing crescendo. I reached up and began
pinching his nipples, rolling and twisting them as he crushed my
breasts in his hands. I was torn apart by bolts of sensations, more
deeply sensual and sexual than I had ever known. I thrust back
toward him and wiggled and gasped. Then my breath and gasps became
quick, his face contorted and his pace and ferocity somehow increased
again. I felt it coming. I arched my back and felt throbs of climax
booming through my body like rolling thunder. Hot juices filled me.
He collapsed upon me, and we lay there, both exhausted, both totally
satisfied.