The first thing I saw when I woke up was a strange dresser standing against a pink wall, and I knew I wasn’t in my own bedroom. Then I felt an insistent erection probing between my legs and slipping easily into my obviously well-lubricated vagina from the rear. I frantically searched my mind, but I couldn’t remember going to bed with anyone the night before.
I knew I had attended a fund-raising affair for handicapped children at a downtown hotel, where I was supposed to meet my husband, and I recalled that a handsome young man about 25 years old had somehow attached himself to me. His name, if I remembered right, was Tim. Carl, my husband, hadn’t arrived when it was time to sit down to eat. I saved him a chair on my right, but this Tim took the seat to my left. I was starting to worry about Carl, who still hadn’t shown up by the time the dinner was over and the band started playing dance music. Tim asked me to dance, but I declined, saying I had to go powder my nose. When I got to the ladies’ room I called Carl at work. He said an emergency had come up, but it was now resolved, and he would be joining me shortly.
Tim had gotten me a fresh drink by the time I returned, and he again asked me to dance. This time I accepted, knowing that my husband would be there soon.
I’m a 33-year-old woman who’s not afraid to do what she wants. I’ve always been like that. I never wanted a boring life like my parents had, so I just don’t allow that to happen.
The first time I had sex I was 18, and my neighbor convinced me to lift my skirt for him in the front seat of his car. His 30-year-old prick twitched when he saw my thinly-haired pussy, and he couldn’t climb on top of me fast enough. But sadly, after only a few strokes he shot his load inside me.
That was my first time. It wasn’t much at all, and it was a little messy, but still, I’d had sex.
After that I had a succession of lovers, young and old. The younger ones mostly just wanted to be jerked off or fucked in the back seats of cars—and so did some of the older ones, for that matter. But some of them loved young pussy, and usually gave me a good climax or two before they came.
I used to fantasize about a series of studs fucking me one after another in the back of a car, or even in a motel somewhere. But that was just a fantasy until about a year ago.
Last fall my wife Ellen and I were invited to spend a weekend at the home of Stan and Sylvia, a couple we had met on vacation the previous summer. They were quite a bit older than we were, and at first they had seemed out of place at the vacation resort, which catered mostly to people of our age. But we had shared a dinner table with them and had gotten along nicely. We had swapped addresses and phone numbers before we parted, but we were still sort of surprised to hear from them again.
We arrived at their place to find that it was quite sumptuous and comfortable. There was another couple there, who Sylvia introduced as Edgar and Laura, and they all made us feel welcome as the drinks flowed and the conversation became merry.
At one point Sylvia said that she was glad to see that Ellen was looking as good as she had that summer. She then went on to describe how Ellen’s short, snugly fitting little dresses had shown off her lovely long legs and pert little breasts. This led Stan to say that he had often wondered if she had been wearing panties underneath them.
Ellen blushed at this, but I could see that she was pleased at the compliments. Sylvia then went on to say that she had some outfits upstairs that Ellen would look good in, and after some persuasion she persuaded my wife to try them on. She and Laura led Ellen upstairs, while Stan, Edgar and I had another drink.
After quite some time the ladies returned, and it had been worth the wait. Ellen, blushing brightly, was led into the room dressed in a tiny micro-miniskirt that made her legs look incredible. In addition, she obviously was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were totally visible through her transparent top.
We all praised her, and Ellen looked pleased, if still self-conscious. She gave a little squeal when Stan suddenly slipped a hand up the back of her tiny skirt and patted her bare ass. “Good girl,” he chuckled as everyone laughed.
I could hardly believe that Sylvia had persuaded my wife not to put any panties on under such a short skirt, but I found the whole thing very exciting. Ellen was clearly having fun too, and she just giggled when Sylvia said she was going to take some pictures of her.
She took some of Ellen and me together, and then Stan posed for her with Ellen sitting on his knee. “Come on, let’s see more of your sexy tan,” he teased, and Ellen giggled again as he undid her blouse and pulled it open, exposing her firm young tits. Laura then urged him to take it off completely, and he did, as Sylvia took more pictures of my now topless wife.
After a few moments Ellen became a little self-conscious and tried to cover her tits, but Stan told her not to be so silly. After all, she had gone topless at the beach that summer, so why should she worry about it now?
Edgar handed her another glass of wine, and she sipped it slowly as Stan slid his hand up to cup one of her breasts. She said nothing, but sat there letting him stroke her mound. I saw Sylvia gesture to Edgar, and he slowly cupped his hand over Ellen’s other breast and squeezed it gently.
Ellen never took her eyes off me as the two men now stroked and caressed her lovely tits. I wondered if she was waiting for me to protest or something, but I was nearly coming in my pants as I watched these two older men fondling her.
Now I saw Stan slip his other hand up under Ellen’s skirt, and she quivered excitedly as he began stroking her sensitive pussy. She closed her eyes and lay back against him as he spread her legs wide apart while frigging her gently. Edgar knelt in front of her and lifted her skirt up so that she was totally exposed. Then he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her pussy, until the two men together had brought her to a screaming climax.
As soon as she’d had a few moments to recover, Stan lay her on the floor and got on top of her. I was literally shaking with excitement as I watched him push his pants down and take out his fat cock, then push it into my wife’s pussy. She moaned softly and he slid it fully up inside her, and she whimpered with lust as he began to fuck her.
I could hardly tear my eyes away from them, but at the same time I was aware that Sylvia and Laura were playing with each other on the couch as they watched Stan fuck my wife.
Edgar was undressing, getting ready for his turn with her, and I wondered if Ellen realized that she was going to be fucked by him as well.
Stan now came inside her with a groan, and the moment he rolled off her, Edgar took his place. Ellen just lay there and let him have his turn on her. The way she just seemed to accept his right to take her that way made me hotter than ever. Edgar took his time, and soon Ellen was biting her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. He made her come again before he too emptied his seed deep inside her.
I felt very weird as I undressed to take my turn in Ellen’s well-used cunt. I could feel them all watching me as I slid into her sloppy warmth. It felt so good, and I was so excited, that I lasted only a few strokes before I came.
The rest of the weekend turned into a long orgy, which saw me fucking both Laura and Sylvia while their husbands took turns with my wife. It was our first experience with group sex, but it opened a new door for us, and introduced us to a sexually adventurous lifestyle which continues to this day.
—H.N., Cleveland, Ohio
I’m terrified at the thought of downhill skiing, having hit a tree the first time I tried it. I wasn’t going that fast and wasn’t really hurt, but I had no desire to try it again. So when my husband came home one night saying that he’d just talked with three friends of his and they’d set up a four-day ski trip, I told him I really didn’t want to go along.
But after 12 years of marriage, Sam knows just how to persuade me to do what he wants. He came over to me with that sexy smile, and I could feel myself turning into putty as our lips met, especially when he hiked my skirt up to caress the tight cheeks of my ass through my skimpy panties. When I felt his cock rise to the occasion my juices flooded those panties, dampening his long fingers as they probed between my legs. We were in the kitchen, and he sat me up on the table, easing me back before slipping my panties down until they were dangling from my left ankle.
He lifted my legs over his shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes as he slipped all of his seven-inch cock up my pussy. He gently massaged my clit with his thumb as he thrust slowly in and out of my juicy cunt, pulling out until the head of his thick cock nudged my G-spot, then pushing back into my silky depths until we both exploded. His come poured into my pussy as it spasmed around his throbbing cock until it was drained.
“Okay,” I said when I had recovered my breath, smiling up into his eyes. “When do I need to be packed?”
Even so, I had no intention of really skiing on this trip. On the first morning the others hit the big slopes while I headed off to the beginner’s hill, where I pretended to take a lesson from one of the instructors. I soon gave up even on that, however, and went thankfully back to the lodge to read my book.
We partied until late that night, even though the skiers planned to catch a bus over to another run at seven the next morning. As usual, I was horny when we finally got in bed, and immediately went down on Sam. I’ve been sucking his cock ever since I reached the age of consent, learning what he likes best and how to easily swallow his full length. I was concerned when he didn’t respond immediately, but my finger up his ass soon put a little lead in his pencil.
I straddled him once he was fully erect and quickly brought myself to orgasm, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. I leaned down to ask him if he wanted to dog-fuck me, but suddenly realized that he was sound asleep. All that skiing and drinking had caught up to him. But he was still erect, so I enjoyed another solo fuck before falling asleep beside him.
Sam woke me at six, saying he needed a little pussy before he boarded the bus. I teased him a little about passing out on me, but happily spread my legs for a lively fuck that nearly made him late for the bus.
I showered quickly and dressed, planning to go out and enjoy the mountain sunrise. It was cold as hell, so I put on a pair of long johns and a thermal top, but I left off my bra and panties, which I’d found uncomfortable the day before.
I picked up a cup of coffee at the lodge coffee shop, and asked the clerk where I could go to take some good pictures. He directed me to a short trail that would take me to a scenic overlook, and I started out. It was just light enough to see my way. The trail seemed deserted, and I was startled when I heard someone coming up behind me. I spun around quickly, which made me lose my balance and fall into the snow.
The footsteps I had heard were those of a slender young man of about 19, who now approached, stammering apologies and extending his hand to help me stand up. He apologized again as I dusted myself off, and I told him not to worry about it; it was my own fault that I had fallen down. He told me his name was Vic. He also had been planning to take a few pictures, so we proceeded together up to the lookout.
It turned out that Vic, like me, was not really a skier, but had come up with a buddy of his, just to hang out and enjoy the scenery. I thought I noted a disappointed look on his face when I told him I was there with my husband and our friends. I found this amusing, since I was at least 10 years older than he was, but it was easy to see he had a thing for me, and like any woman, I love it when a handsome young man hovers around me like a stud horse after a mare in heat.
We took some great pictures, and Vic insisted on buying me breakfast when we got back to the lodge. When I mentioned that I’d been abandoned while my husband went off to some other slope for the day, he was quick to ask me if I wanted to hike one of the other trails with him to take more pictures. I agreed, and half an hour later he picked me up in front of the lodge in a jeep, in which he drove us to the mouth of a steep trail a few miles away.
Two hours later, when we reached the top of a mountain and looked down at God’s wonders, I felt it had been well worth the hike. We took our pictures, and enjoyed some crackers and cheese and some cheap wine that Vic had brought along before starting back.
The hike down went much more quickly, and a little over an hour later we were back at the jeep. As he opened the door for me I thanked him for showing me such a good time, and then, on an impulse, I leaned up and kissed his cheek. But before I could pull back he had wrapped his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. My first impulse was to pull away, but then without thinking about it I found myself kissing him back.
The next thing I knew we were inside the jeep, making out. Just like any young man, he was all hands; but I didn’t let him undo any of my clothing, for fear that someone would come along. He was fascinated with my tits, and spent quite awhile trying unsuccessfully to get under my top. Then, just as he began to rub my steaming pussy through my tight jeans, a ranger truck pulled up nearby, and we quickly drove off.
We didn’t say anything on the way back, and I could tell that he was embarrassed. But he had gotten me worked up, and I couldn’t think of a better way to pass the time than by fucking this handsome young stranger. So when he stopped the jeep in front of the lodge I turned to him and said, “Well, are you man enough to finish what you’ve started, or are you going to leave me hanging?”
He looked stunned and a little shocked, but he recovered quite quickly, and eagerly followed me to the room I was sharing with my husband. After bolting the door I took off my parka and boots, and went to the bar to fix myself a drink. As I did so he came up behind me to kiss the back of my neck as he reached around to fill his hands with my soft breasts, while pressing an impressive erection against my ass.
I turned to embrace him and let my lips brush his as I whispered, “Are you sure you can handle an older woman like me?”
He looked embarrassed again. “Well, to be quite honest,” he said in a low voice, “I’ve only done it twice, and it was over really quick both times. I thought you might teach me a few things, but I’ll understand if you want me to leave.”
I smiled at him and told him I liked his honesty, then told him to undress and show me what I had to work with. I sat on the bed and watched while he stripped to his tight white shorts, which bulged quite promisingly in front. He started to push them down, but I told him to wait. I stood up then and told him to take my clothes off as well.
He eagerly pulled my sweater over my head and gazed at the pink thermal top clinging to my ample chest. He then dropped to his knees to undo my tight jeans and work them down my legs so I could step out of them. Standing again, he pulled up the thermal top to expose my full but still firm breasts. He stared for a moment, then gently covered them with his hands, fondling and feeling them as though he never wanted to stop. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered. “God, these are so beautiful!”
I pushed my long johns down over my hips as he continued to play with my breasts, then pulled back so I could get rid of them. I turned around to show him my ass, then faced him again, completely nude now. He stared at my hairy bush, and the bulge in his shorts got even bigger.
He caught his breath when I reached for those shorts, and I dropped to my knees to tug them down and off, his cock just inches from my hot mouth. I had almost forgotten how fucking hard a 19-year-old man’s cock can get; it was like taking a six-inch steel tube into my mouth. But I had swallowed larger men, so I made Vic gasp again as I took him in up to his balls with one easy stroke.
I bobbed on his prick about three times before he blew his wad, and I made sure he saw me swallow every drop before I got up and pushed him back on the bed. His eyes were as wide they could get as I knee-walked up his legs to straddle his torso and slip his still-hard cock up my snatch. I just sat there for a few moments to let him recover from his orgasm, and then slowly began to move.
I rode him at a gentle pace, which soon brought me to a lovely climax. I then asked if he’d like to be in command. When he nodded I rolled onto my back, taking him with me. We were disconnected momentarily, but I guided him right back into my slick box. “Now put my legs over your shoulders,” I told him. “Then take hold of my ass with both hands and fuck me good.”
He did as asked, starting slowly but gradually picking up speed as I began moaning and saying, “Yes, oh God yes, fuck me, you stud!” It seemed to inspire him, and he pumped hard into me for close to five minutes before he started to pull out, shouting that he was going to come. I grabbed his ass and held him right where he was as he exploded inside me. I felt his warm wetness spread through the inner folds of my snatch, and the sensation was erotic enough to make me come again.
Vic was quite concerned about shooting his sperm inside me, but I put his mind at ease by telling him I’d had my tubes tied long ago.
He fucked me three more times over the next 90 minutes. When we took a break to have a beer after the fourth time, he told me he would never forget this day, and thanked me for being his teacher, as he called it. I told him I had enjoyed it too, and that I would be happy to give him refresher courses while my husband was out on the slopes for the next two days. Which I did. Now the next time Sam wants to drag me along on a ski trip, I won’t be so reluctant. You never know what might happen.
—Name and address withheld
I’m a married 42-year-old mother of three, and until recently I had always been faithful to my husband. One morning a few months ago two very large, good-looking black men came into the shop where I work. For some reason I found myself very excited by them, and I was still horny when my lunch time rolled around. I slipped into the ladies’ room to relieve myself, but as it happened, someone else came in and interrupted me before I could get off, leaving me quite frustrated. I was still damp when I went back to work, and the day seemed to drag.
Around closing time my friend Joyce called to ask if I’d like to have a drink after work, and I told her I’d come by her house and pick her up. I phoned my hubby and told him I’d be home a little later, and he said okay.
Joyce was dressing when I got there, and as I watched her I told her about the two black guys. I could tell by the look on her face that she was aroused, and her nipples pushed out against her bra. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, but before I knew it we were on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. I slipped my hand into her panties to play with her wet pussy, and watched her squirm as I fingered her. While I did that she grabbed a can of hair spray and started working it into my cunt. It stretched me to the limit, but she got it in, and we soon came together in a loud climax.
Later we were at a bar, having a drink, when a couple of black guys came over and began talking to us. They introduced themselves as Stan and Denny.
Denny asked me to dance, and Stan asked Joyce. Denny held me close, and I could feel his prick pressing against me. I was beside myself with excitement. As time went on I totally forgot about my husband and kids, and when the bar closed we were having such a good time that we all decided to go to Joyce’s place. When we got there she and Stan quickly disappeared, and Denny and I went into the kitchen.
“Do you want a drink or something?” I asked him.
“I wouldn’t mind the something,” he said, and pushed me against the cabinet as he slid his hand up my dress and along my inner thigh to my damp crotch. I had never cheated on my husband up till then, but he was the farthest thing from my mind at that moment. After rubbing me to heighten my excitement, Denny slowly began to pull my panties down my legs, while I tugged at his zipper. When I got it open, out came the biggest cock I’d ever seen. I went to my knees and took it into my mouth, moving my head back and forth while sucking him like a whore.
Denny held on to the back of my head and soon filled my mouth with come. I tried to gulp it all down, but once he started I thought he’d never stop, and some of it spilled down my chin and dripped onto my tits. He watched as I rubbed it into my skin. Then he stood me up and spun me around, bending me over and pushing his huge black cock into me from the rear, filling me like never before.
He thrust in and out for a few minutes, then said something about trying a tighter hole. With that he pulled out of my pussy and brought his cock to my anus. I gasped loudly as he held my hips firmly and pushed until he was completely in my ass. I moaned and cried out as he fucked my ass, until I heard him groan and felt him throb as he shot several spurts of come inside my spasming hole.
He pulled out, and I stood up weakly just as Joyce and Stan entered the room. Joyce looked at me kind of funny, then made us all coffee as the rest of us went into the living room.
Stan and Denny had a quick conversation between themselves as I sat gingerly on the sofa. Joyce brought in the coffee and we all sat drinking and talking for a while. Then Denny suddenly stood up, took Joyce by the hand and led her out of the room. She gave me a quick glance as they went out, and I shrugged.
Stan was beside me in a flash, his lips reaching for mine, his hands roaming my body. I pushed him away weakly once or twice, but my heart wasn’t in it, and he soon had me on my back on the couch as he got on top of me and drove his large black cock into me. He was content with my pussy, and fucked me very forcefully until he cried out and emptied his balls in my cunt. This triggered my own climax, and I heard myself screaming with joy.
It was five in the morning before I staggered through our front door. My worried husband was relieved at first, until he realized the meaning of my exhausted, fucked-out state. We then had a huge fight, which ended with me telling him about everything that had happened. As I did, my husband got more excited by the minute, and wound up throwing me on the bed and fucking my sore cunt like a madman until we both came.
He then made me promise that from that time on I would allow him to watch my interracial fun, and I would never hide anything like that again—a promise I have very gladly kept.
—V.N., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
It all started as a joke.
I work at the post office, sorting mail on the night shift. I was sorting parcels one night when some of my coworkers started teasing me about Sara, a girl who worked with us. Sara was nice and fairly cute, but she was plump, maybe 30 pounds on the plus side. For some reason, the guys got it into their heads that she had a crush on me, so they dared me to ask her on a date.
Now I’m a fairly good-looking guy, and in pretty good shape for 30 years old. I like to think I’m good-natured too, but I don’t take shit from anybody. So just for the hell of it I asked Sara for a date that night, and she accepted.
I wasn’t expecting to have a particularly good time with her, and I guess I could have been more sensitive when I asked her to meet me at the food court in the mall, but eating was what I thought she’d like best. But as we talked over our food I discovered she was smart and funny. Out of her work uniform, and with a bit of makeup, she was actually kind of pretty too, and her big tits looked good in a well-fitting dress.
I suggested a movie, and she picked the flick. The movie sucked, and there were very few people in the theater. I was looking around, bored, when suddenly I felt Sara’s hand reaching for mine. I turned to her, and she was gazing at me with an unmistakable look of passion in her eyes. I felt a sudden desire for her that surprised me, and within a minute we were kissing.
She surely wasn’t shy about going after what she wanted. She made the first move by rubbing my cock through my jeans, and I went along by putting a hand under her dress to rub her crotch through her panties. I worked a hand inside them, and I could hear her panting. She got off very quickly when I began to finger her.
Needless to say, we were out of there before the movie ended. We went to my place. At first, after we got there, Sara was suddenly shy again, but I kissed her and rubbed her some more, and she helped me take off my shirt so she could let her hands wander over me. We proceeded to undress each other, and when we were naked she got on her knees and stroked me before taking me in her mouth and sucking me as though she’d been sucking cock for years. It felt very good, and I knew that if she kept it up I’d come too soon, so I stopped her and told her to get on the bed.
She lay on her back and spread her legs. I looked for a condom, but couldn’t find one. Sara told me it was okay, since she was on the Pill, so I shrugged and got on top of her. I rubbed my crown over her slit a few times, and then pushed into her. She winced and gasped as I kept pushing. I thought maybe she was a virgin, but she told me she wasn’t; it was just that she hadn’t had sex in a long time, and she had obviously missed it.
I began pumping in and out of her, and soon found that she was a very loud fuck. She screamed and moaned, and she came quickly and often. I began sucking her big tits as I kept pumping away, and after only a few minutes I shot my load into her very tight cunt.
Sara and I spent the entire weekend together, and she pleased me several times with her talented mouth. She also let me fuck those big tits, and shoot my come on them too. We did it every way possible, and I found that the more we did it the more I wanted.
When we got back to work on Monday the guys started teasing me about our date, but I shut them up by telling them we’d had a great time, and that we were going out again the following weekend, which we did. That ended the teasing, and it began a great relationship with Sara, which still continues to this day.
—Name and address withheld
I never got along very well with my father, especially after my mother died and he married a woman named Julie. I didn’t like her either at first, but after a while I decided she wasn’t so bad. When she and my dad divorced, just after I turned 18, I chose to stay with her. It’s a long story.
We lived in a big apartment and pretty much led our own lives, neither of us interfering much with the other. Julie was in her mid-30s and didn’t have any kids of her own, so she went out a lot.
Then one fatal Friday night she came out of her room wearing a tight black top, a short black skirt and black pantyhose. With her bright lipstick and high heels, she was every man’s wet dream.
I knew she was probably headed to a certain rough bar she often frequented. I didn’t really like her going there, but who was I to tell her so? I knew she liked meeting men there; she had brought two different guys home in the last couple of weeks, and she could have had no idea how hard my cock got as I listened to her moans while they fucked in her bedroom.
“Guess I’m not gonna sleep much tonight,” I said boldly as she headed for the door.
“What on earth does that mean?” Julie asked, turning to me.
No turning back now. “Well, you know,” I said. “Whoever you bring home tonight will be all over you, and I’ll have to listen to you scream while they fuck the hell out of you all night.” Meanwhile I couldn’t keep my eyes from wondering over her hot body in that sexy outfit, and I’m sure she noticed.
“Would you rather I sneak off to some sleazy motel?” she countered, smiling slightly as she glanced down at my bulging crotch.
“No, but why do you have to fuck guys like that anyway?” I asked her.
“I like aggressive men,” she replied simply.
I didn’t know what to say to that. It sounded like she was taunting me intentionally. When I looked at her face I saw that she was giving me a kind of half-defiant, half-expectant look, as if challenging me somehow.
Something pushed me to act. I moved almost without thought, reaching her in three steps. I grabbed her tight ass and pulled her roughly against me, grinding my cock into her. “Aggressive?” I said. “You mean like this?”
She didn’t say a word, just looked up into my eyes, so I kissed her. I kissed her roughly, and she responded in kind, grinding her body into mine, rubbing her sexy tummy against my hard-on. Her skirt rode up as I continued to squeeze her ass, and I pulled it up around her waist, kneading her backside through her silky black pantyhose.
“Mmm, no panties?” I asked. “You like to make it easy for the guys, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m a real slut,” Julie panted. “But maybe if you’re good and I let you fuck me, I won’t have to go out in public dressed like this.”
“Oh, you can be a slut as much as you want,” I told her. “But from now on, only with my permission. Understood?” I was really taking a chance now, knowing she might stop this at any second, but hoping that this kind of thing really turned her on as much as it seemed to.
When she didn’t answer I slid my hand down the front of her pantyhose and began to play with her cunt. She was dripping like crazy and moaning as I slid first one, then two fingers into her. “God, look how wet you are,” I commented.
“Yes, I’m very wet,” she breathed, and we both stood there listening to the squelching sounds her cunt made as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her eyes glazed over and then closed halfway as she slowly reached to unzip her top. Seconds later she was naked from the waist up. Her luscious tits were full and firm, with hard swollen nipples. I felt them up with my free hand, and then put my mouth to work, sucking, licking and nibbling the stiff nubbins as I continued to finger her pussy. Within a minute she was gasping and moaning, and then she came, literally soaking my fingers. I offered them to her mouth and she licked her juices off them.
“Taste good?” I asked, and she nodded. “Take off that sexy skirt,” I told her, and I took off my shirt as I watched her do it. She still wore her pantyhose as I gently pushed her onto the couch, where she lay on her back with her legs spread wide, her open pussy visible through the thin material at her crotch. She rubbed herself for me as I stood there, and then I moved to her and brought my throbbing cock to her face.
Julie opened her mouth for me as I slid it in, and she began slurping and sucking as though she was worshipping it. Her mouth felt fantastic, but I wanted more. I pushed her back and she parted her legs for me again. I tore a hole in her pantyhose with my nails, then climbed on top of her and drove my cock into her with one push.
We both cried out as I began thrusting urgently in and out of her tight twitching cunt. I bit and sucked at her tits, leaving several love bites in the process. Her climax hit fast, and while she was still screaming I shot my burning come deep inside her receptive body.
Once we caught our breath I carried her to her bed, where we fucked and sucked some more until we fell asleep.
When we woke in the morning we had a long talk about how things had now changed between us. We agreed that she would no longer be going out looking for men—at least not alone. If she wanted to go out whoring, I would accompany her. If she was going to be a slut, I told her, she would at least be a high-class slut. If she was going to pick up strangers, they would at least be men I approved of. To all this Julie agreed quietly and without any question.
That Saturday night we hit the town. Julie looked so young and hot that no one would have guessed there was an almost 20-year age difference between us. She wore a sexy dress with a halter-type back and a deep neckline that showed her cleavage well. The skirt ended halfway down her thighs, and I’d had her wear stockings instead of pantyhose.
The club we went to was of a higher caliber than the low-class dive she was used to. I sat at the bar and watched her flirt with several guys, and I gave her a subtle nod of approval when a good-looking white-haired guy of about 60 hit on her. They seemed to get along well, and when he went to the men’s room I went over to her and asked her if she was going to take this guy home.
“Not only that,” Julie said. “See, I figure that since you don’t want me to be a slut without you, I’ll be a whore with you. Roger and I have agreed on a price. He’s so horny for me that he didn’t even object when I told him you’d be coming home with us too. I told him you were an old friend and wouldn’t interfere. He probably thinks you’re my pimp.”
When Roger returned Julie introduced us, and we sat around and talked for a while. At one point I saw her hand go under the table, and the look on Roger’s face told me she was getting him very excited. A few minutes later she said she was ready to leave.
When we got home Julie led Roger to her room. I stayed in the living room and listened with a throbbing hard-on while he fucked her silly for the next two hours. He finally stumbled out around two in the morning and left. I immediately went to her room, where she lay panting.
“Well,” I said. “How did it go? Sounded like you had lots of fun.”
“I did,” she said, and I quickly took my clothes off as she started telling me what they had done. She could see that I was turned on beyond belief. “He just loved shoving his cock in my mouth,” she said, and when I went to her she swallowed my dick and proceeded to pleasure it and my balls as she had done with him. As she did so she also massaged my ass and slid a finger into my asshole. Soon I was pumping in and out of her sucking mouth while she pumped her finger in and out of my ass.
She stopped before I could come, however, saying, “Roger also liked fucking my breasts.”
With that I got on top of her and thrust my member between her tits. “Like this?” I asked, and she nodded breathlessly and pressed her firm mounds around my shaft until I was smearing precome all over her chest.
Next she said he’d wanted to get inside her cunt, so I moved down and shoved my cock into her warm, wet hole. “Like this?” I said again.
“Yes!” she gasped out. “Oh yes! But don’t come yet,” she added. “I’m sure you’re going to want to know where he came.”
“Not in your cunt?” I asked. She shook her head no, “Where then?”
“My ass,” Julie said.
I was nearly ready to shoot by then, but I managed to hold off and pull out of her. She rolled over, and I saw her swollen, freshly fucked ass leaking clear fluid. It acted as a lubricant and made my passage easier as I pushed all the way into her tight hole, bringing a yelp of passion from her mouth. “Oh my God!” she half screamed as I started banging her ass.
“Like this?” I gasped out.
“Yes!” she yelped. “Yes, damn you, yes!”
“You sweet little slut,” I growled, fucking her harder. “Is his come still in your ass?”
“Yes!” she screamed, and with that I unloaded a huge torrent of hot jism deep inside her convulsing backside.
Julie and I still play our games, and our relationship is more exciting than ever, not to mention more lucrative, now that she plays the whore on a regular basis. At this point I can’t figure out why my dad ever divorced her, but I’m awfully glad he did!
—D.R., Portland, Oregon
I am a 43-year-old woman, with four children. My husband Frank is in the military, and last year he was away on deployment for several months. I missed him terribly and was extremely lonely. Our four children are all teenagers and have their own lives, so I was pretty much on my own.
Then one Saturday night, my younger sister Allison insisted that I go out to a club with her, and after much persuasion I gave in. I wore a medium-length skirt, a nice blouse, a lacy bra and stockings.
We got to the club, had some drinks and danced a little. We soon struck up a conversation with four guys. Their names were Vince, Alan, Sean and Will. They were all in their early 20s and fairly good looking.
Allison seemed to get on especially well with Will, and before I knew it she’d disappeared with him, leaving me with the other three. As it got late, Vince said they would give me a ride home, but that they had to stop at Sean’s along the way, to pick something up.
When we got to Sean’s he invited us in for a drink. I was already pretty drunk, so I went along.
We had a couple of drinks, actually, and I guess I wasn’t too surprised when the conversation turned to sex. They started talking about sexual turn-ons, and when they asked me what mine were, I said hairy chests and muscles. With this they all stripped their shirts off to show me what they had. I have to admit I was excited.
Vince then asked Alan what turned him on, and he said, “Stockings.” Vince observed that I was wearing stockings, and asked me to show them to Alan. Somewhat hesitantly, I hitched up my skirt to reveal my stocking tops. They cheered, which made me feel good, and wanted to see more. I was more than tipsy by then, and my inhibitions were melting away. I got up and began a seductive dance. Sean put on some music as I took off my blouse, and then my bra and skirt, standing before them in just panties and stockings. Their mouths hung open as they stared, but soon they began to take action.
Sean and Vince went for my breasts as Alan got behind me to rub my ass through my panties. I felt him kiss my neck and shoulders, then felt my panties being pulled down. Three pairs of hands were all over me, driving me wild.
They left huge hickeys on my chest as they lowered me to the floor and parted my nylon-clad legs. Sean and Vince each held one of my ankles as Alan got on top of me. I felt his cock searching for my opening and then sliding into me. I thought vaguely about a condom, but then I stopped thinking at all as Alan began fucking me hard, while the other two went back to my breasts.
It wasn’t long before Sean was sticking his cock in my mouth, and I sucked it until Alan cried out and shot his come inside me. Then Vince rolled me over and mounted me doggie-style, slamming savagely into me and making me cry out as I climaxed, and then again as he shot his load inside me.
Sean was next. He sat me in an armchair with my legs spread wide, and drove into me relentlessly until I came again. Then Vince stood me up and bent me over the arm of the sofa. Expecting his cock in my pussy again, I was surprised when I felt it probing at my asshole. At least that way I won’t get pregnant, I thought as he began to work it into me. I heard myself moaning and gasping as he fucked me that way, and then I became aware of him rubbing my clit from behind. The climax I got from that was the strongest I could remember ever having, and I nearly screamed the paint off the walls in the process.
When I got home at dawn the next day I was a total wreck. My pussy and ass were swollen, red and full of come, and I had hickeys all over my breasts and between my legs. I was exhausted, but also very satisfied.
But a month or so later I was reminded that actions have consequences. At 43 years old, I was pregnant. As it happened, I had a miscarriage shortly afterward, and no one ever found out. But I had learned a lesson. The next time I went out with Allison, I would definitely take some condoms with me.
—L.G., Charleston, South Carolina
Diana, my ex-mother-in-law, is 55, yet she still dresses up in the kind of short skirts, nylons and heels that a woman half her age would normally wear. But she’s not bad looking for a mature woman. She’s tall and slender and has the kind of body that can still turn heads, including mine. When my ex-wife and I were still married, I noticed her sexiness from time to time, but never really thought too much about it until we divorced.
Diana likes to jiggle her small tits and wiggle her tight little ass in front of men all the time. She can be a mean bitch when she wants to be, but I’ve always admired her spunk and sometimes even her foul mouth. She always speaks what’s on her mind, that’s for sure.
One day I ran into Diana at a store when I was with an older woman I was dating at the time. Actually, since my divorce I’d been dating mostly older women. I’m always proud to be seen in public with a sexy mature woman, and I like the way they tend to cling to me as if they don’t want to let go. This woman was clinging to me that way when we ran into Diana.
I introduced the two of them, and I clearly saw Diana glare at the woman with contempt and jealousy. She’d seen me with older women before, and she would always ask me later, “Are you fucking that woman?” When I said yes, she would point out how much older the woman was, and say she didn’t know what I saw in her.
When I got home later that day, my phone rang and it was Diana. “Are you still busy with that slut I saw you with earlier?” she asked me.
I told her no, and she said she needed me to come over her husband wasn’t home, and she had to ask me something, but she didn’t want to do it over the phone. I said okay, and drove over to their place.
When I got there Diana sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. “Come sit down,” she said. “It’s time we had a talk.”
When I sat down she slid her slender body so close to me that her nylon-covered leg rubbed against mine. The hem of her short black miniskirt rose up her thigh until I could see the dark bands of her seamed stockings, as well as the garter straps that held them up. Already my cock was growing in my jeans as Diana’s sexy legs turned me on. “Be honest now,” she said to me. “Are you fucking that woman I saw you with?”
“Yes, I am,” I admitted, looking her in the eye. Just for the hell of it, I put my hand on her nylon-covered leg. “In fact,” I added for shock effect, “after we left the store she took me back to her place and let me fuck her any way I wanted.” Diana didn’t say anything, but she didn’t move away either. “Is that what you invited me here for?” I asked her.
She didn’t answer for a moment, and then she said in a softer voice, “So you really are attracted to older women.”
“Yes, I am,” I replied, still looking into her eyes.
She looked right back. “Do I turn you on?” she said then.
“Yes,” was my immediate answer.
“Show me,” she said, and then she cupped my crotch in her hand. When she released me we kissed briefly before she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
We fell on the bed, kissing, our hands roaming all over each other. Then we began to undress. Her eyes grew wide when my cock sprang into view, and she traced her red lips with her tongue as she reached down to stroke it. Our mouths again locked in a kiss as she kept stroking me.
I rubbed her small, soft tits, then let my hand move down to cup her naked round butt in my palms as I stuck my tongue down her throat. She fondled my balls while she stroked my cock with the other hand.
Suddenly she pulled away, moving her eyes up and down my body for a moment. The she said, “Damn, I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you. If only I’d known sooner, we could have done this a long time ago.”
“Let’s make up for it now,” I said, and pushed her back on the bed. I spread her nylon-covered thighs, then dove between her legs to begin eating her musky wet cunt. She cried out when I poked my tongue into her and began sucking at her pussy. She screamed when I darted that tongue into her tiny asshole. Then she began shaking and yelling as her climax overwhelmed her. Her legs spasmed wildly as she grabbed my hair and literally sprayed her juice into my mouth.
Still gasping, she swung around until we were in a 69, and she began to devour my throbbing cock with her hungry mouth. I was soon fucking her mouth as she sucked me like a pro. Then I lost it and exploded in her mouth, and that horny, mature, married lady swallowed every drop without a hitch.
After resting awhile she sucked me hard again and I finally stuck my cock into her. I fucked her for nearly half an hour before I shot my load inside her. After that we fucked and sucked for another two hours before I left. I even fucked her very tight ass.
Now I’m fucking Diana three or four times a week, and she is the hottest lay I’ve ever had. I still date other older women, but I always have time for her. Neither her husband nor my ex-wife suspects a thing, and that’s the way I like it.—L.V., Boston, Massachusetts
Millicent and I have been married for 17 years, and last year we decided to make an attempt to spice up our faltering sex life. Millicent is very pretty and petite, with gorgeous legs, small firm breasts, a nice round butt and a flat tummy. Because she has always been health-conscious, we joined a gym for our 15th anniversary. We both toned up, and Milly was looking even hotter than before. She had her doubts, but I assured her that any guy in his right mind would want her. To demonstrate this, I suggested that we go to a bar, with her dressed in a hot outfit. I would pretend not to know her, and we would see how many guys would hit on her, thinking she was there alone.
We decided on a Friday night, and we had a drink or two at home before we left. Milly went upstairs to change, and when she came down my jaw hit the floor. She had on a black minidress with a low-cut back and no bra. With this she was wearing an ultra-sheer beige pantyhose, along with a pair of sexy fuck-me heels. She looked so hot that I was drooling.
With a smile she lifted the hem of her dress to show me that she had neatly trimmed her pubic hair. The sight of her puffy pussy lips encased in the beige nylon drove me crazy with lust.
As we drove to the bar I felt her legs and ran my hand up to her crotch, stroking her pussy through the nylon until the crotch was soaked with her juices.
The plan was for Millicent to go in first, as if she was unescorted, and I watched a little nervously as she went through the door. I waited in the car for five excruciating minutes before following her in.
Entering the bar, I saw that the place was fairly full, and that the crowd seemed a bit rowdier than I remembered from the last time I’d been there a few years back. Looking around I spotted Millicent at the bar, nursing a drink.
She was evidently going along with the plan, because as she sat there the hem of her dress kept creeping up her lovely legs, until about all it was concealing was her nylon-covered crotch. I could see guys all over the bar checking her out, and talking to their friends about her. She was definitely hot! She continued to attract attention by crossing and uncrossing her legs, dangling her shoes as she teasingly rubbed the outside of her thighs with her hands.
I figured the point had been made, and was just about to go over and join her when a very large black guy sat down next to her at the bar. I held off and watched as he began a conversation with her, and for the next half hour they talked and had drinks. Pretty soon I saw that his big hand was on her knee, rubbing it as he smiled at her. When he started to move his hand up her leg, though, she pushed it off and stood up. As she slid off the stool her dress pulled up even more, and as she swung around half the people in the bar must have seen the large wet spot at the crotch of her pantyhose.
Milly said something to the black guy and went off toward the ladies’ room. On the way back I intercepted her, and I could tell that she was feeling the effects of the drinks she’d downed. I asked her if she wanted to go home, but she only shook her head and told me she was having fun teasing the man she was with. I tried to warn her that she might be going too far, but she said she could handle it, and I shouldn’t worry.
Just then the black guy came up to ask her if I was bothering her. Milly said no, and took his arm as he walked her to a dark booth in a corner of the bar.
I took a seat at the bar where I could see them. They continued to drink and talk, but I could see that the guy was still trying to feel her legs and get his hand under her dress. She held him off at first, but after a while I saw her kind of relax and lean back in the booth. I could see from the way her upper body was squirming that he had probably attained his goal and was playing with her pussy.
I couldn’t watch anymore, and besides I had to go to the men’s room. When I came out a few minutes later, the two of them were gone.
I waited for a little while to see if they’d come back, but they didn’t. I went out and looked into some of the cars in the parking lot to see if they were there, but they weren’t. Finally I gave up and went home.
An hour after I got home the phone rang, and it was Milly. Before she even said anything I could hear her panting, and hear the sound of bedsprings squeaking. In a breathless voice my wife explained to me that the guy had offered to take her home, but that they had ended up in a motel. She then asked me if I knew the guy, and if I had set this whole thing up. I assured her I hadn’t.
“Oh my God,” she said, and giggled. “Well, I guess your plan worked,” she said then. “I’m here naked with this stranger, and he’s got his head between my legs.” She gasped. “Oh God, it does feel good though!”
Just as I was about to tell her to get the hell out of there—though at this point she didn’t sound much like she wanted to do that—the guy’s voice came on the line. He was panting too, and he told me not to worry, that my pretty little wife would be okay, and he was just going to borrow her pussy for awhile.
Then he must have put the receiver down, because his voice was fainter as I heard him tell her to spread her legs wider. Then I heard Milly give a cry of delight, and the bed began to squeak again, louder this time. I could hear my wife gasping and moaning with pleasure, and the grunts of the man as he was obviously fucking her brains out.
I had never heard her sound so excited before. Her cries and moans got even louder, and I thought I could hear kissing sounds as well. Then she began to shout, and I knew she was coming. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The man grunted out that he was coming too, and then they unmistakably climaxed together. After that there was a brief silence, except for their panting, and then the phone was hung up.
I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night. The wait was unbearable. Finally around nine o’clock I heard a car pull up out front, and a minute later Milly staggered in. Her makeup was gone, her hair was all disheveled, and when she took off her dress I saw that her breasts were covered with hickeys, and her cunt was red, swollen and leaking come.
My head practically exploded as she told me how she had been fucked by this guy all night long, and how she had sucked his cock and even let him fuck her in the ass. She then said that when he dropped her off he’d said he would be by to pick her up that night around seven, so they could do it again. I asked her what she was going to do, and she just floored me by admitting that the whole thing turned her on, and she actually wanted to go with him again. Then she fell asleep, exhausted.
That night Milly dressed in a tight spandex miniskirt, a tube top and heels. At seven the guy came around, honked his horn in the driveway and she was out the door.
A little while later she called to tell me that Brad that was the guy’s name had taken her to the same motel again, but this time had invited a few friends of his along for her to entertain. I heard several voices in the background, and then she gasped and hung up the phone.
I didn’t see my wife again until Monday morning, when she came home totally fucked out and told me what she’d been through—and how much she loved it.
After that Brad began taking Milly out three or four nights a week for some overnight fun. I kept telling her to be careful, but just a few weeks ago she told me she was pregnant. Now I curse myself for ever coming up with that stupid plan to show my wife how attractive she is. Whatever happens now, I really can’t blame anybody but myself.—R.C., Houston, Texas