“Do you know the way to San Jose?”
The song was running through my mind like a brain-numbing Hare Krishna chant.
Of course, the only exposure I had to the saffron garbed neophytes had been at “flower” encounters at the airports. I did not know why I had taken the job on the Stanford Campus in Palo Alto other than the increase in pay. The job I was leaving in San Francisco was pretty good, everything considered, but being a very small minority straight guy in an office filled with gay male workers tended to wear on the nerves after a while.
There were only a few eligible female co-workers who were interested getting their pussies filled with friendly cocks, and most of them were married. Not that that presented any great obstacle. In fact, I had found it to be an inducement to “getting some” when my immediate bedmate target was already espoused.
My boss’s secretary Doreen was the friendliest of my co-workers.
She had been the one to sort of “get me settled in” on my first day of work. It was she who clued me in about the fact that most of the males were not interested in females at all. She was kind of feeling me out about my sexual preferences without asking the question directly. That was sort of a no-no at that time and in that place. I was young enough to be a bit naïve and always saw guys as guys and girls as girls. The concept of non-straight relationships was not distasteful, it was just incomprehensible.
A few days after starting the job down on Battery Row near the Embarcadero, I found myself alone with Doreen on a little used staircase at the back of the office building. She invited me to join her for a “coffee break” that was devoid of coffee and filled with cigarette smoke inhaled with guilty gusto. As a non-smoker, you probably wonder why I would subject myself to the dangers of second-hand smoke; but I readily confess I was quite consumed by the lure of Doreen’s heart-shaped ass hidden under her sexily tight skirt.
Within seconds, I was cradling Doreen’s breasts with my inquisitive fingers and we were swapping spit like romantic lovers on a desert island. The taste of the nicotine did nothing to dissuade me from my desire to push my tongue into every corner of her delicious mouth. Her hand wandered down to my rampant cock and she gasped in surprise when she felt just how hard I had become from the wetness of her beautiful mouth.
“My goodness, Harry, I guess you really are straight after all. The girls all think you are just like all the other guys here and didn’t really like girls.”
I figured my usually passive nature and fear of rejection had formulated this opinion in the office females minds because I seldom entered into conversation with anyone except for the purpose of efficiency in the workplace. Also, I had made no bones to hide the fact that I had no current girlfriend and had never been married.
I guess I would have to be guilty until proven innocent.
In order to seal my credentials as the straightest of guys, I slid my free hand up under Doreen’s hitched-up skirt and began to play with her delightfully hairy pussy. Her slit was already drenched with her juices and I could tell she was really enjoying her “coffee break”.
Doreen sighed and wrapped her arms around me as she opened her legs for my greedy exploration.
“God, Harry, please don’t stop! I haven’t gotten off for a very long time. Push your fingers right up deep inside my vagina. Yes! That is the way. Give it to me good. Make me feel it deep inside. Be real nice to me, Harry. Yes, just like that!”
The sounds of Doreen’s orgasm were comforting to me.
I always enjoyed watching a woman having an orgasm. I had recently become aware of the fact that females experienced anal and oral orgasms as well. That is another story best kept for another time.
There was no time for us to take my little fellow out for a full inspection and we hastily pulled ourselves together to rejoin our less depraved co-workers.
My interlude with Doreen inspired me to set a Friday night date with a chubby Hispanic girl who lived down the hall from me in a walk-up apartment on Market Street. It was necessarily a “walk-up” because the ancient elevator had not worked for many years. The pretty girl’s name was Teresa and she seemed to “jiggle” all over when she walked or climbed the stairs. I was first attracted to her when I walked behind her up the stairs. We were both carrying bags of groceries from the market and I noticed she had selected the same type of French bread which stuck out of the top of the bags.
“Hi, neighbor. My name is Harry. I see you like the same bread. It is so delicious with soup. Do you live here alone?”
The girl giggled and stood three or four steps above me on the stairs. When she bent over to push the bread down more securely in her bag, I could see right up her frilly summer skirt. Her ass cheeks and pussy were absolutely bare and she had carefully shaved all of the hair from her puffy pussy lips. I felt certain she had to know I had this glorious view and she was enjoying the fact even more than I could ever do.
“Oh, Mr. Harry. Was that your Mama I saw you with last Sunday?”
I stifled a chuckle. My erstwhile Mama was actually a mature drinking companion I had talked into an early Sunday morning fuck session in my cluttered apartment. I had to admit she was a bit long in the tooth but her ability to gyrate into seldom assumed positions was truly an education.
“No, just an old friend of the family. I live alone. My family is back East.”
Teresa shifted a bit on the stairs. I could see her pussy lips a little clearer now. There were a few glistening drops of female dew visible to reveal her hidden excitement. It was obvious to me this was a female that desired the immediate insertion of a stiff cock.
“Are you free on Friday night? I wanted to take in a movie but didn’t want to go by myself. It is so nice to have company at a movie.”
“Sure, Mr. Harry. I like all kinds of movies. I will meet you downstairs at 8 o’clock. My sister don’t like me going out with non-Hispanic guys. She thinks I will get pregnant.”
I laughed a little nervously as thought the thought of slipping my cock into her lovely plucked pussy had ever entered my mind. I absent-mindedly felt my full wallet in my back pocket safe in the knowledge it contained not one but two “rough rider” condoms for emergency situations.
The Friday night excursion proved to require the use of both condoms for very satisfactory vaginal impalements. The first was with the lovely Teresa’s ankles wrapped firmly around my neck and the second was when she stuck her ass up high for a perfect ass smacking “doggy style” impalement that came close to wearing me out before the movie ended. We were in one of the last “drive-in” movies still open south of San Francisco in the Daly City area.
Teresa turned out to be the “perfect” date because she did not hesitate to get right down and lick my cock clean after removing the condom with her teeth. She swallowed down the last salty drops of my creamy cum with an appreciative smile on her pretty face. I was so aroused by her erotic ministrations that I begged her to let me “give it” to her in her wide and pleasantly plump buttocks. She was very coy at first and told me her “Mama” always told her to keep her brown eye private and closed to all cocks.
Somehow I doubted she was serious in her negative attitude and my suspicions were confirmed when she presented her posterior for my rock-hard cock. I could see the puckered anus winking in anticipation. The touch of my cock on the rim was enough to make it open like a “welcome home” sign and I figured she had quite a bit of experience in ass fucking probably gained by trying to keep her virginity as long as possible.
Her vocal appreciation of my flooding her rectum with creamy cum and her long shuddering convulsions immediately after proved my theory of anal orgasms. I decided to do more research into this area whenever the opportunity presented itself. Teresa’s willingness to lick the vestiges of her tight little ass juices from my friendly weapon confirmed the depths of her depraved passions. She would certainly make some man a very valuable wife someday.
We made a point of entering the building a few minutes apart so the landlord would not be carrying tales to her protective sister.
When I saw Doreen on Monday morning, she pulled me into a vacant office and started to French kiss my mouth with a greedy tongue. After a few minutes of determined “soul kissing” she came up for air and managed to whisper in my ear with a passion-laden voice.
“Harry, I was masturbating all weekend just thinking about our little interlude on the staircase. I tried hard to get my husband’s cock to stand up but he was just too drunk. Let’s go to the roof at lunchtime and you can make me take it from behind standing up.”
That sounded so nice to me that I spent the rest of the morning just going through the motions of opening mail, answering inquiries and interacting with other co-workers. All I could think about was the opportunity to bend Doreen over and giving it to her all the way up her wet and wild pussy.
I had never been up to the roof before.
There was a sign on the door that said something to the effect that only authorized persons were allowed on the roof. I was certain that neither Doreen nor I would qualify as “authorized” persons.
Doreen was waiting for me in the shade of the stairwell. I could see the ships sailing under the bridge and off in the distance the partially fogged in outline of Alcatraz Island stood sentinel to the harbor.
There were only two other buildings that stood taller than our building, and I was immediately aware that residents in the two apartment buildings could probably see us down below if they were looking. As soon as I saw Doreen’s heart shaped bottom moving sensuously under her tight pencil skirt, I lost all interest in who was watching us copulate like animals on the rooftop.
We kissed and I stroked her lovely breasts feeling the hardened nipples sticking out like warning signals to her heated arousal.
She loosed my belt and pulled down my trousers and my jockey shorts. My long hard dick stood to attention in the cool breeze from off the misty Bay. Softly she cradled my hanging sacs and bent to touch her lips to the tip of my throbbing cock. She caught up a few drops of my pre-cum onto her lips and gently licked them off with her slow moving tongue. It was so deliciously decadent that I did not hesitate to push up her tight skirt above her hips and then quickly pull her control-top panty hose down to her knees.
Now Doreen’s heart-shaped ass was presented in its entire unique splendor.
I wanted so much to press my cock into her lovely brown eye but I knew that would have to be saved until much later. When I touched her hairy bush with my cock, I could feel the wetness engulf my shaft. I was able to slide inside with no effort at all. She was so wet that I am certain the nasty girl squirted as soon as I entered her pulsating lips.
Doreen was shouting like a dirty street girl getting reamed by gang of boys with no shame. Her sexual vocabulary was of the most obscene variety. I loved every dirty word she uttered. All of a sudden she started begging me to go faster, to go deeper and I knew she was on the verge of a strong orgasm.
It hit her and she staggered like a drunken sailor. I guided her away from the edge of roof and looked up to the heavens as I loosed a flood of creamy cum deep into her womb. I thought I could see a woman on the floors above us peering at us with resolute intensity. Her hands were hidden below the railing and I was certain she was frigging her own slit with vigorous strokes.
I looked out at the beautiful Bay and soaked in the scenic wonder of it all. With a firm hold on Doreen’s hips, I banged her bottom as hard as I could drawing a few last spurts from my depleted cock. She squealed like a helpless piggy serving only to harden my cock further. My renewed spanking of her soft ass cheeks with my muscular legs made her go into a secondary orgasm that seemed to last longer than the first. She collapsed in the heap on the roof floor, causing my cock to pop out with a soft little plopping noise that made her giggle in relief.
I thought I heard a noise on the stairs below and quickly pulled up Doreen’s pantyhose and straightened her pencil skirt back down to a presentable level. We were just barely covered up when two of the silly office girls scurried onto the roof with their lunch bags and cans of soda.
Doreen and I quietly exited without a single word and the two startled girls just looked at each other and continued their business erasing us from their thoughts.
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