Chapter 1
Everyone's confessing things these days. On television talk shows and radio call-ins, in magazines and newspaper columns, their sexual experiences are laid bare for all the world to see.
Therefore, I hope you won't think it presumptuous or boastful of me to tell about some of the hot affairs of my life. As a red-blooded American male, in an age that's healthily free despite the nay-sayers, I've had plenty, like you probably have. We 're all studs, or we try to be.
So sit back, like we've had a couple of beers on a Friday night, or have just seen a great ballgame, and let me bend your ear. Hell, I might as well be explicit, too.. .
I've always had a weakness for young women in tennis clothes. Blonde hair, classy good looks, a golden tan, an athletic body: those are the ingredients of my fondest erotic dreams. And a white knit shirt with a stuffed bra showing through, plus short white shorts with a hint of ass below, make me thankful somebody invented tennis itself.
Jean was a woman like that. About twenty, she played at a court across from the restaurant where I had a low-paying job. I was the same age, and was putting myself through college. Every afternoon, I'd spend my break time standing at the fence watching her. But Jean was a rich girl, way above my original blue-collar background, and she paid me no attention. It was only by accident that I got to know her at all.
One day Jean lost a ball over the fence, and I retrieved it for her. When she reached up to take it from me, her shirt caught on the wire and ripped open. Before she could cover herself, I caught a glimpse of round white breast above a low-cut bra.
"Oh, you saw!" she scolded, her blue eyes flashing. "You naughty guy!"
I decided that naughty was the only way to play it. "Yeah, I saw," I repeated with a grin. "And I'd like to see more!"
like many rich girls, Jean was a cockteaser, but when you challenged her, she was frank. "And I suppose you'd like to fuck me, too," she said, hand on hip and D-cup bosom outthrust.
"Yeah," I answered. "It's even more fun than tennis!"
To make a long story short, she agreed to meet me when her match was over and I got off work. The rest of the afternoon I had a half hard-on just from thinking of that glimpse of breast. And when I picked Jean up in my old car, I did something about it.
Her white knit shirt was pinned closed now, but I reopened it. Then I reached in under her bra and cupped her whole bare tit. It was more than a handful, wonderfully smooth, the nipple big and hard.
"Wow, you are fresh!" the rich young blonde said.
"That's right," I replied. "Now why don't you grab my cock?"
As I drove away, she did just that. Apparently, she'd been thinking about me all afternoon, too! She had only to unzip my jeans to have my dick spring into her hand, hard as a rock. Her blue eyes widened when she saw it, and she licked her red lips. She really wanted to be bad with a down-to-earth guy like me.
"Go down," I said, since I knew she wanted to be told. "Suck it. Your shirt's all torn, so you're not so high and mighty anymore."
"Yes, I want to," Jean sighed, diving for my lap. The next thing I knew she was licking my shaft, then taking it in her hot mouth.
It was hard to concentrate on my driving, but I got us to my place. We temporarily covered up and rushed inside. The rich blonde looked around at my messy rented room, but that only turned her on more. I'd been right that she loved "slumming."
"Let's get naked," I said, continuing to play it the way she liked. I stripped off my T-shirt, jeans and boots, showing her my muscles. "Let's get down and dirty."
"Oh, yes," she purred, peeling off her shirt and bra, pushing down her shorts and panties. "You've made me all hot. I do want to fuck!"
I looked at Jean, nude. She was even more than my erotic dream of a tennis player; her body was the most incredibly stacked I'd ever seen. All that rich living had been good for her. She was almost like an architectural wonder: huge breasts thrusting firmly outward, an hourglass waist, flaring hips and ass. Her pussy hair was shaved in a neat bikini line, showing tender pink lips below.
Grabbing her, I pressed the underside of my big hard dick against her smooth belly, which felt great on me. I squeezed her firm young ass, then bent down and nuzzled her big round tits. When I sucked at her nipples, she shuddered with joy.
"Oh, do me," Jean moaned, grinding her sleek, warm body on mine. "Make me be bad. Slide your wild cock up in me and fuck me right!"
Before I did that, though, I laid her back on my cot. Kneeling, coming up between her tanned thighs, I got my mouth on her delicious-looking peach. I tongued the halves open, lapped up some of her sex juice, and diddled her clit. That made her go crazy and wiggle around. Then I massaged her round, upstanding breasts some more. Damn, they were big ones!
"Where'd you get these tits?" I asked. "There ought to be a law."
"I don't know," the rich young blonde replied. "They just grew and grew!"
At last I let Jean be as bad as she wanted. Instead of putting it to her, I lay beside her on my cheap cot and motioned for her to mount me. Quickly, she did so, throwing a juicy thigh over my lap and easing her pretty pussy down.
Hands on my chest, that twenty-year-old rode me for dear life. She tilted back her classy head, closed her eyes, and panted and moaned. Her fine tight snatch slid on my upright tool, hot and wet and slippery. Her heavy tits bounced up and down and sideways, the hard red nipples pointing at my happy face.
"Oh, I love this!" Jean gasped. "I love to get down and dirty. Love to feel a big hard dick in my shameless twat. Love to get all hot and sweaty, and not just from tennis!"
"Go for it, rich babe," I replied. "Get yourself off. Make us cum. Get that pink slit of yours all wet and sloppy!"
Then she did something so athletic it blew my mind. Without even letting my dick out of her, she twirled around and rode with her back to me. Now I could see her gorgeous ass bouncing on my hard belly. It was a dream to be fucking a girl like her!
"I'm cumming!" Jean panted, her silky back arching, her smooth flesh quivering. "Oh, shit. Oh, yeah! Damn, your big joint is driving me wild."
"Me too," I answered. My dick was going crazy, on the verge of a massive release.
"No, wait!" my partner said. "I want to eat your sperm. I want to take it in my mouth and let it slide down my throat. I just love the taste of good hot cum!"
So she got off me, hunched down on the cot between my legs, and gave me head again. Her blue eyes looked wantonly up at me, and a huge breast pressed each of my thighs. For having been so high and mighty, she wasn't inexperienced, and she sucked cock like a charm. Soon, I went off like a rocket, pumping shot after shot of hot white stuff between her waiting lips. She'd been way above me in her tennis clothes, but now she was naked and sweaty, with my spurting dick in her mouth for good measure! Totally gone in sex, she sucked and swallowed until she'd drained me dry.
Jean snuggled up to me, with one big tit on my chest and her sticky, well-fucked pussy on my thigh. Her hand stroked my cock, getting it ready for another round.
"You're something else," she told me. "I've been running around with too many rich, limp-dicked guys."
"Glad you think so," I grinned. "Maybe it was a sign, your tearing that clean white shirt of yours." I fingered her pussy. "Now why don't you get raunchy, and let yourself go even more?"
She was still wearing her tennis shoes and socks, which with the rest of her well-stacked body buck naked, was already kinky. But I got up from the cot, led her over to my closet, and pulled out my old motorcycle stuff. I'd once owned a bike, but had had to sell it to pay for college.
"Put this on," I said, draping my studded black leather jacket over her classy shoulders. Her big tits stuck out of it, the red nipples contrasting wildly with the silver studs.
"And this," I went on, buckling a wide belt around her curvy hips. It was great to see her naked pussy down below that.
"Now bend over," I told her, leading her back to the cot. "I'm going to put it to your sleazy pussy from behind!"
As I'd guessed, Jean just loved more of the dirty talk and the seamy scene. She wiggled her bare hips, even reaching back to finger her slit open for me. I plunged my big hard dick right back in, up to the hilt in one smooth motion. Then I pumped her strongly, with my thighs slapping loudly on hers.
Now the once lofty blonde not only panted and moaned; she grunted like mad. "Oh, damn!" she went. "Oh, I've never been fucked like this. Your cock goes so deep. Oh, give it to me long and hard!"
I sure as hell did. Squeezing her gorgeous tail, reaching underneath to hold her heavy, swinging mams, I worked her hot, tight hole for all I was worth. Her love tunnel felt fantastic as it slid on my sensitive length. It was wild to see the leather jacket on her back, and the black belt around her sexy hips. There were no tennis clothes now, no watching her from the fence, only fucking like nature meant it to be! Soon I had her shuddering and cumming again.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, ungh, ungh, oh!" Jean grunted, putting out volumes of pussy juice around my rampaging rod. Her arms and legs buckled, and she sank squirming down onto the cot. "Oh!"
My dick slipped out, but I wasn't about to quit now. Flipping her over, I straddled her chest, letting my ass sink down on those huge, cushiony tits of hers. I'd gotten her down and dirty, then down and kinky. I was determined to give her all the raunchy stuff she wanted, and more.
"Suck it one more time," I said, aiming my dick at her mouth. "Get some more of that hot, white sperm you love. Do it, baby. Do it now!"
Jean did. Her lips nibbled my cocktip, and her tongue twirled around it. Incredible sensations ran up my throbbing shaft and on up my rigid spine. Then she took me deeper, sucking strongly, making her mouth feel like a hot pussy. This once stuck-up girl could fuck and suck with the best of them!
Soon, I came, and how. One of the longest and strongest orgasms of my life wracked my dick and my whole body as I hunched forward and thrust deeply in Jean's mouth. Gobs of sperm shot out of me while she hungrily swallowed them down, an excited look in her wide blue eyes. At last, I withdrew and lay back beside her, totally satisfied.
My rich and raunchy playmate turned to me, her incredibly stacked body heaving, the last of my cum dribbling out between her lips.
"I did see you watching me play tennis all those afternoons," she said, stroking my cock. "But I looked down on you. Now, though, you've spoiled me for other men. When it comes to sex, I want to be trashy with you."
"Sex ought to be down-to-earth," I replied. "We are the way nature made us."
"I guess so," Jean said, smiling resignedly. "All I know is that instead of my tennis racket, I want to hold your big, hard dick!"