- At his graduation party she gave him and his pals a special present
- He is surprised at the passion his wife shows with four young studs
- She loved giving oral sex, and her neighbors were very glad she did
- One guy stood her up, but four others more than made up for it
- Want to cure an ailing sex life? Get your wife to let you be the boss
- He thought she was a slutty woman. Well, she was slutty anyway
- His old dominatrix girlfriend inspires his wife to play sex games
- He loves dressing like a woman, and having sex like one as well
- Her idea was a wicked one—which was just why he agreed to it
- When this girl said, ‘Put a sock in it,” she meant it literally!
- When her sex life gets boring she takes to the streets—and loves it
- This man just loves making passes at girls who wear glasses
- Caught Off Guard
- Her sister told her to do something to really turn her man on, so she did
- Not To Be Hurried
- Can there be such a thing as having too much fun at a party?
- Tell Me Everything
- When the deed was done, she thanked him for opening her up
- Clueless Mom had to be the only one who didn’t see this coming
- When the power went out, she headed for the warmer bedroom
- Revenge can be as sweet as a young lady’s butt cheeks
- He didn’t even try to resist the charms of his new neighbor
- While the cat’s away, this minx finds a lusty tomkitten to play with
- He realized she wasn’t joking about what she wanted for her birthday
- To ease the neighbor lads’ loneliness, his wife befriended them
- There is sometimes safety in numbers, and sometimes wantonness
- A NIGHT WITH AN OLD BOYFRIEND WAS HER FANTASY COME TRUE
- SHE TURNS LOTS OF GUYS ON WITH THE HELP OF HER HUSBAND
- THE SON COULDN’T DO IT, BUT HIS FATHER WAS A DIFFERENT STORY
- HE AND HIS FRIEND TEAM UP ON HIS WIFE, AND SHE JUST LOVES IT
It was only a little over a mile to the motel, but I thought my panties were going to burst into flames before we got there, in spite of the fact that they were soaking wet. I couldn’t let this travel time go to waste, so I unzipped Paul’s pants and fished out his large hard cock, and I had most of that thick shaft down my throat by the time we stopped in front of room 221. My hot mouth had worked its magic in those few minutes, because he was now just as anxious as I was to douse the flames in my snatch with a healthy load of come. We raced to the door, where he dropped the key twice while trying to get it unlocked.
We were inside the room before I realized that his hard-on was still sticking out through his fly, so I dropped to my knees to give him a little more oral encouragement. He reached to draw me up off his throbbing organ, pulling me to my feet and kissing me passionately as he began stripping me. It was only seconds before we tumbled onto the bed, me on my back with my widely spread legs in the air. A cry of delight came from my throat as his cock parted my pussy lips and entered my hot slick cunt.
He slipped his hands under my ass to draw me up to him as he thrust deeply into the core of my body. His cock was stroking my swollen clit perfectly, giving it just the kind of stimulation that brings me quickly to orgasm. His thrusts soon became more urgent, causing his low-hanging testicles to slap repeatedly against my anus as we raced toward a much-needed release. I contracted my pelvic muscles, squeezing his meaty cock as tightly as I could, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I could feel my heart pounding as the pressure grew in my loins, and suddenly I felt a warm wetness spreading through my steaming snatch and I heard myself moaning uncontrollably. His cock throbbed as it spewed out its silver liquid, quenching the flames of my desire as we basked in the ecstasy of simultaneous orgasm.
Paul collapsed on top of me, his softening dick still inside my creamy cunt. After catching his breath he raised his head to kiss me tenderly. “My God, baby, what got into you tonight?” he asked. “You’re always hot, but you were practically burning up!”
I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my heels behind his buttocks to hold him where he was as I said, “Well, nothing but you has gotten into me tonight, but your old friend Ike and his dad both want to, and they were both trying their best all night long. God, honey, it was crazy! Wherever I went, one or the other would soon show up. They both told me how they had wanted to slip me a little cock ever since they first met me. Both of them tried to feel me up several times, and Ike even put my hand on his erection, and it felt like a donkey’s dick. Jesus, honey, it felt huge!”
I could feel that my words had caused the flaccid penis resting at the opening of my pussy to harden and find its way back into that snug sheath. As he started fucking me again, my husband whispered, “I’ve always told you that Ike had the biggest cock in the locker room when we were in school. It hung down halfway to his knees. Only one girl ever went out with him more than twice, and that was Selma, who married him. I’m not surprised that he wants you; I’m just surprised that he hasn’t hit on you before this, even though we only see him every four or five years.”
“Oh, honey, fuck me,” I whispered. “My cunt is still smoldering, God, they made me so damn hot that I would have fucked either or both of them if we hadn’t been in a house full of people. In fact,” I went on, “They know you’re going to be tied up with your dad’s lawyers tomorrow, and Ike said he wanted to see me as soon as you left for your meeting. So I gave him our room number here and told him to come around after nine. But if you say so, baby, I’ll just tell him I’d had too much to drink and made a mistake. You know I’d never screw anyone behind your back, because I love you and only you.”
Paul’s cock was harder than ever now as he began pounding eagerly into my receptive pussy. I love to be fucked long and hard, and I was juicing so much that the wet spot beneath me had reached the middle of my back. We must have fucked for 20 minutes, until I reached that level of arousal where I was having a series of mini-orgasms, which finally culminated in an unbelievable explosion, just as Paul hosed down my inner walls with his hot semen. He was still gasping for breath as he looked down into my eyes, saying, “Oh, sweet baby, are you going to fuck them both?”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see who shows up,” I told him.
Ike knocked on the motel room door shortly after 9:30 the next morning. I had taken a shower, but had put on only a short terrycloth robe, not bothering with panties or a bra. Ike was wearing baggy shorts and a T-shirt, which he pulled off as soon as he entered the room, baring his narrow chest.
We came together for a brief kiss before I pulled away and went into my act, which I figured would turn him on more than the unadorned truth of my wanton promiscuity. “Gee, I don’t know about this, Ike,” I said breathlessly. “Paul and I have been married sixteen years, and I’ve never even been tempted to be unfaithful to him until last night. I love Paul, and wouldn’t ever want him hurt. What if he found out you were here with me?”
Ike quickly assured me that we would be the only two people ever to know, because his wife Selma would have loved to find a reason to divorce him and ruin him financially.
“Well, you wouldn’t ever boast to Paul that you had fucked his wife, would you?” I said. “Gee, I don’t know what he would do if he knew!”
“My God, Laura,” he assured me, “I couldn’t do that to a friend! I’ll have a hard enough time looking him in the eye as it is. He is my friend, but I just can’t stop myself from wanting you.”
“Oh, I know it’s wrong,” I told him. “But I haven’t been able to think of anything except your big thick cock since last night. I’ve never been with anyone except Paul, and he tells me yours is much bigger than his.”
“That’s right,” Ike said, and he pushed down his shorts, showing me his huge erection. “See? I have 10 inches of pussy-pleasing cock just for you.”
It was not a very romantic seduction, but it was good enough to cause me to drop my robe and lie back across the unmade bed, exposing my body to him. His eyes focused on my breasts, then moved down to my curly nest and the ragged pink slit between my legs. After gazing at me for several moments, he moved to the bed and slowly lowered his face to my steaming cunt.
He was pretty damn good at cunt lapping, and soon had me creaming like crazy. But he stopped before I could come and moved up beside me, kissing my lips and giving me a taste of my own secretions as I reached down to guide him into my waiting vagina. But to my dismay, the rock-hard erection he’d had was gone, and all I found was a very large limp cock.
I stroked it lovingly but got no response, so I slipped down to give him some head. But he stopped me, saying, “It isn’t any use, Laura; I lost it when I was licking your lovely pussy. I just started thinking how wrong it was for me to be doing this to my friend’s wife, and my dick went limp. I’m sorry, but I really have to go now. I should be shot for even coming here to begin with.”
I lay there in a daze as he quickly dressed, then told me again that he was sorry and left.
After a minute my right hand slid down to softly caress my throbbing clit as I determined to finish what Ike’s tongue had started. I was just starting to climb that sweet mountain of orgasm when there was a sudden knock on the door. I jumped up eagerly, figuring that Ike had had second thoughts.
I hastily slipped into my robe and opened the door. But it was not Ike who stood there; it was his father, Abe.
His eyes lit up when he saw my right breast peeking through the slit of my not-quite-closed robe. Entering quickly, he immediately embraced and kissed me as he eased me toward the bed. A minute later he had his pants around his knees and was on top of me, trying to nose his blunt cockhead into my pussy.
It was very slippery down there by this time, and he easily eased his sizable cock into the warm wet cocoon of my cunt. He rested a moment once he was completely inside, letting my vagina adapt to his large organ.
At that point I was so damn hot and horny that I didn’t give a damn who was inside me as long as I got the fucking I craved. He humped me for several minutes before going stiff and pumping me full of come. It took him a minute to recover his breath, and then he slowly withdrew. “Oh my God!” he said, his face stricken. “What have I done? I just lost it, Laura, you are so beautiful. Can you forgive me?”
Okay, this was Abe, not Ike, and this called for a different kind of act. I smiled at him tenderly and said, “There isn’t anything to forgive, Abe. I was a willing participant, and you certainly didn’t force yourself on me. I love you, Abe; you’re very special to me, and very much like my father. But you aren’t my father, Abe; we are simply two adults who, after years of friendship, have developed a strong sexual attraction to one another.”
I went on to say that I had harbored fantasies of being with him for years, and that I had often pleasured myself while thinking about having sex with him. “My husband knows that I’ve strayed occasionally,” I told him, “and that my sex drive is much higher than his. He understands that I need to fulfill my needs, and never asks what I do or who I do it with. He knows that I can have deep feelings for a fine man like you, and even sleep with such a man, while still loving my husband dearly.
“So, Abe, I would love to spend a few hours living out my fantasies about you as we express our love for each other by having unlimited sexual intercourse. I want you to ejaculate more of your semen inside my vagina as the ultimate expression of your love for me. You don’t even have to worry about getting me pregnant, because I had my tubes tied years ago.”
I stretched my arms back over my head, arching my body for him. “Look at me, Abe,” I said. “Look at my body. See how hard my nipples are. They are aching for you to suck and kiss them. Feel how hot and wet my pussy is.” I put his hand between my legs, saying, “Do you like that, Abe? My cunt is that way just because you are here now. My body is screaming out to be joined with yours. Don’t you want me again, Abe? I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me—or at least until my husband comes back.”
He stood looking down at my naked body as he quickly stripped himself, showing me that his erection had returned. It was not as big as Ike’s, but it was quite impressive. I raised my arms to him, saying, “Come to me, Abe. I can see you’re just as ready as I am to consummate our love.”
He eased himself slowly into the valley of my open thighs as I guided the large head of his cock between my labia to my entrance. It breached the opening of my sex, entering me with one long stroke, but with far less urgency than the first time. A deep sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as his balls settled into the crack of my ass. For a long moment he remained motionless, giving my womanhood time to acclimate to having his oversized organ penetrating my slippery sheath.
He clung to me as though his life depended on it once he began thrusting slowly in and out, dragging his thick cock over my swollen clit and setting off a series of delicious little orgasms that kept me floating in dreamland. Having got his rocks off the first time, he now seemed able to go on this way forever. We must have fucked for nearly half an hour before he shoved himself into me as deep as possible as he began ejaculating.
I felt warm gushes of wetness spreading throughout my vagina as Abe buried his head in my neck, moaning out his pleasure. It appeared that the strength had drained out of him along with his semen, but he managed to move to my side, still clinging to me as he dozed off.
I let him rest peacefully for about 20 minutes, then began to pump his flaccid prick gently. It was easily seven inches long and really thick, and just stroking its length as he slept made my pussy cream.
After several minutes I began getting results, and soon had a nice erection in my hand. I wanted him to mount me and fuck me again, but though he was stirring as he responded to my caresses, he was still more than half asleep. “Oh God, you are the best piece of ass I ever had, Amanda,” he whispered then. “I don’t know how to thank Carl for sharing you with me.”
Oh my God! He had just called me Amanda! That was my mother’s name—and Carl was my dad. I couldn’t believe this. Abe must have been fucking my mother! I was shocked at this revelation, to say the least. I stopped stroking his cock, which evidently brought him fully awake. His eyes opened and he smiled at me, and a moment later he had mounted me and begun to screw me, as gently and lovingly as before.
After a moment my natural instincts outweighed my shock, and I was soon matching him stroke for stroke, though a part of me couldn’t help picturing him performing this same act with my mother. He was hitting all the right places, and the sensation of that large hunk of meat filling my cunt again and again was so heavenly that I just wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
When he paused for a moment to catch his breath, I suggested that he roll over and let me fuck him for a while. He said okay, but added that he could never come in that position. “We’ll see about that,” I said, looking into his eyes as I lowered myself onto his towering erection until it was completely buried in my snug sheath.
He reached up to fondle my firm breasts as I slowly began to grind my steaming cunt onto his cock, creating further erotic sensations in my loins. I was able to stimulate my clit by rubbing it gently against his pelvic bone, bringing myself to an amazingly strong orgasm and releasing a cascade of feminine juices that drenched his balls. The strong convulsions of my pelvic muscles as I climaxed milked his cock so powerfully that he too blew his cork, jetting another creamy load into my box. So much for him not being able to come in that position!
I stayed right where I was, savoring the diminishing hardness of his cock, and keeping it inside me even when it went flaccid. “My God, Laura,” he panted then. “That was about the best sex I can remember having!”
I couldn’t resist. “Really?” I said. “Am I as good as my mother?”
I could see the surprise and embarrassment in his face, but after a few moments he just nodded. “Yes,” he said. “You are every bit as good as she is, and maybe even better. But I hope you won’t tell her that, or tell her that we have been together like this. Or your father either, for that matter.”
I assured him that I wouldn’t tell anybody. I had been shocked at first, but now I was glad that Abe and my mom had been able to give each other the same kind of pleasure that he and I had just shared. And that my dad had evidently been as loving and generous and sharing as my darling husband.
After that we showered and went out to brunch, then returned to have sex one more time before he left. When Paul came in an hour later I welcomed him back between my legs and into my semen-filled snatch. I told him all about Ike and about Abe, though I kept what I’d learned about my mom to myself.
When Paul finished fucking me he told me that he couldn’t wait until the next time we saw Ike, because he was pretty sure Ike’s lust for me would finally outweigh the friendship issue if he ever got another chance to jump my body. I’m hoping he is right.
—Name and address withheld
