Anthony Hammond - Hot Mouthed Nymphos

"Anyway, after I boarded the bus I finally managed to get an old geezer to trade his rear seat for my front seat. But I still wasn't alone back there because a sailor got on the bus at the last minute and plopped down beside me. He was courteous enough about it, asking if the seat was taken and if I minded having company, but I still would have preferred my privacy.

"Then, out of the corner of my eye, I got a better look at him. He was actually quite handsome, I noticed, and about five years older than my nineteen years. He had his little white sailor cap on, but cropping out from in front I could see pretty blond curls. And on the chest of his clean, neatly pressed uniform were a great assortment of service and battle ribbons, telling me that he'd really been around. I didn't know much about navy rank insignia, but I could see by the three stripes on his sleeve that he was pretty high up for an enlisted man.

"In other words, the guy sort of turned me on. So what if I don't get a chance during the trip to fantasize on what my mom taught me? I thought. This sailor boy is probably an extremely interesting conversationalist and maybe if I encouraged him a little after dark, he could teach me a lot more. Then the bus pulled out of the depot and soon after that my curiosity was in the process of getting satisfied.

"Do you mind too much if I smoke?' the sailor asked, turning to me with an easy, relaxed air.

"I looked his way just in time to catch him glancing fleetingly at my bosom and slightly exposed knees. 'No, I don't mind,' I answered with a polite coquettish little smile. 'So long as you don't smoke cigars. I hate cigar smoke. It makes me sick.’

"I could see, of course, that he had a cigarette in his hand, not a cigar, but I had to throw out some kind of bait for more talk. And, of course, wise man of the world that he was, he snapped the bait right up. He agreed that cigar smoke, especially on a bus, smelled awful. Then after offering me a cigarette, which I declined, he introduced himself as Richard I forget his last name and started asking questions about me, casual questions like where was I from and how far was I going. As I answered him, after first giving him my name, I sparked his interest in me a little more by thrusting out my chest, accentuating the contour of my tits, and by letting the hem of my skirt slide up a bit more.

"Did it work? You damn right it did. Richard's eyes jerked immediately to the swells of my tits and the inviting spectacle of my bare knees. And before long he was telling me what a sight for sore eyes I was to him. It seems that he'd just returned from three years of submarine duty on the high seas and hadn't been close to a girl in all that time, Sure, he was right now coming off of a thirty-day leave at home where he had several sisters, but sisters don't count, he said, because who wants to get close to them? Really close, that is.

"I don't know why, but I asked him then if he'd ever seen his sisters naked. Maybe I was thinking of my dad in his beautiful nakedness as he and mom sucked each other off. And maybe I just wanted to steer the conversation deeper into the subject of sex to see if I could give him a hard on and, at the same time, tease my pussy a little. I don't know. Anyway, he confessed unblushingly that he'd seen his sisters naked many times and on several occasions had even caught them in the act of masturbating. But the sight of it hadn't turned him on one little bit, he said. The liar.

"How did I know he was lying? Because I saw a trace of lasciviousness on his face as he refreshed his memory. And glancing down at his fly, I could see a hefty bulge beginning to form, growing snakelike down the inner thigh of his tight-fitting pants. Golly, what a beautiful sight! Also, he was taking in my body more hungrily now, obviously stimulated by his thoughts into thinking of how he'd like to get my clothes off and fuck me right on the bus. Not that I minded his lying. Heavens, no! After all, what's a few lies between a horny guy and gal if the purpose is to get them both hornier and maybe get them some nice, delicious sucking into the bargain?

"My mom's wild demonstration the night before had really made a terrific impression on me, because all I could see in my mind's eye was Richard's big, bare cock. Sure, her intentions had been honorable enough all she wanted was to teach me how to satisfy a man sexually without fear of becoming pregnant but the effect, which she hadn't counted on, was to put me in a raging heat and keep me there, with visions sticking in my mind of me doing what she and my dad had done. Sucking a man's big, hard, throbbing dick and thrilling to him eating away at my hot, dripping cunt was a new ambition that had become a veritable obsession with me.

"And now, here was opportunity, neatly packaged in a sailor suit, staring me straight in the face. Maybe Richard wouldn't agree to eating my pussy on the bus because it might be too obvious and embarrassing if one of the other passengers happened to glance our way. Even in the dark of the approaching night, our outlines would be visible to those sitting close by. But he surely wouldn't be afraid to let me rest my head on his lap, his cock in my mouth, like I was sleeping there. In fact, he'd love it if he was half the man my dad was and had a dick half as hungry for sucking.

"Damn, what was I worried about? I thought. I should've known by his name that everything was going to be just fine after it got dark. 'My friends call me Dick,' he said shortly, 'and I wish you'd call me that, too. We've only just met but I'd like to think of you as my friend, anyway. Okay?'

"Okay, friend,' I responded as a mischievous thought crossed my mind. 'That's what I'll call you from now on. Only… only I should think your friends would go a bit further and call you Big Dick. After all, you are rather… big.' I purposely glanced down at the great elongated bulge between his legs as I said that, grinning as best I could like a nervy slut, not wanting him to think I was just a little country bumpkin who didn't know the score.

"Hey, baby, you're really hep, aren't you? Those pretty eyes of yours don't miss a thing. That's the trouble with these tight-fitting navy uniforms; a guy gets ideas looking at a gorgeous female and it sticks right out on him for everyone to see.' Then, leaning over closer with more of a lascivious expression on his handsome, salty features: 'But in your case, baby, I don't mind so much. Know why? Because I can tell by the look in your eyes and by the way you're licking your chops that you appreciate the sight of a he-man-size cock.'

"At this point I don't mind telling you that I was confused and flustered, struggling for more self-control. Suddenly, it all seemed so awfully brazen, the way we were talking on very short acquaintance. It made me feel, well, sort of dirty, like a young whore with no ladylike modesty at all. Even my mom, as uninhibited as she was sexually, carried herself as a perfect lady in public. Still, in another way, this conversation with Dick was not thought of as dirty but as something beautiful, exciting, adventurous exactly what my aching groins needed.

"At any rate, there was no stopping now. Deep down, I realized that. Deep down, I could feel the twitching of my clitoris and the pulsing of my cunt hole mounting, their juices soaking my panties. The whole inside of my mouth, tongue and all was also heating up with sex lust, secreting a choking flood of saliva. I needed desperately needed to experience what my mom had experienced last night with my dad. And not as a mere, masturbating spectator. No, damn it whatever the sacrifice in ladylike modesty, I wasn't going to let this opportunity with the sailor waste away!

"Well, let's put it this way,' I said in response to his last remark as I swallowed my saliva and fumbled in my purse for my lipstick. 'I do appreciate he-man types… and I must confess that the bulge down there on your uniform turns me on. What's more, I can understand how you must feel looking at a woman now after all those years at sea. You must be really starved for sex.’