I’m an adventurous woman, if I say so myself. I’m 30, and I have an equally adven turous husband. Chris is a year older than me. Since we both have busy careers, it’s not easy to make time for each other, but we sure make up for it when we do.
This summer we road-tripped our way across the South west ern states for our vaca tion. Chris had the con vert ible top down a good 90 percent of the time, and I wore reveal ing tops and short skirts to tease and please other drivers. Lots of truckers saw my panty-clad behind as I bobbed my head up and down on Chris’s lap, and more than one saw my bare ass as I went pantyless.
One day we saw a woman parked beside the road with the hood up. She had a nice body, and wore a short skirt and heels to show it off. She was bent over looking at a problem, and her skirt had ridden up to reveal a nice round butt covered by white cotton panties.
Chris pulled over, and she turned to look at us, her long blonde hair whipping in the breeze as she did. She was 40, maybe 45, and had a very large chest. I noticed Chris noticing her charms. He didn’t have the tools to fix her car, since a hose had split, so we offered her a ride to the next service sta tion to arrange repairs.
It was getting toward evening, and there were few driv ers on the road, so I decided to have fun. I had this lady, Jewel, sit up front with Chris, while I sat in back. Not far down the road I spread my legs and boldly rubbed my self as we made small talk. It didn’t take long for Jewel to notice what I was up to, but she tried not to act any different out of courtesy or whatever. She simply quit looking back.
It wasn’t long till my skirt was at my waist and my hand was busy between my legs. When Jewel still didn’t say anything, I got bolder. I leaned forward and rested a hand on her shoulder while we chatted. She glanced back, and I flashed her a naughty smile.
Next I slid my hand so it rested on one of her breasts and caressed and rubbed. “You know, Jewel,” I said, “it’s awfully lonely back here.”
She cleared her throat ner vously and said, “Oh yeah?”
Chris said to her, “Why not join her? I’ll let you know when we get close to town.”
After a long hesitation, Jewel climbed over the seat to join me. Instantaneously we locked in a kiss and our hands began probing each other. She admitted she had done this sort of thing before. That was obvious! We soon had each other at the brink with our mouth and fingers.
I didn’t even realize Chris had stopped the car until I looked up from under Jew el’s ass while we were in a 69 with her on top. I had an extremely close-up view as his cock slid in her cunt. I licked it as it slid into and out of her, and soon all three of us were coming.
When Chris pulled out of Jewel’s throbbing cunt, I lapped hungrily at his jism as it ran back out of her. She and I took turns sucking him hard again so he could fuck me next, with her licking us both till we came again. After that we continued on our way till we made the next town, only the service station was closed. So we got a room, and Jewel spent the night with us.
After a night of fucking and sucking, we continued our mission to help Jewel in the morning. Then we got back on the road, but with smiles on our faces.—D.H., Fort Smith, Arkansas
It’s my third time being intimate with my friend Sally, and I’ve brought along three adult magazines to stimulate our imaginations. Also, since she’s mentioned she’s never used a dildo, I brought my favor ite for her to try.
We get naked and snuggle down in Sally’s bed. We hug, skin against skin, tits against tits, legs tangled, weeping cunts rubbing each other’s thighs. Fingers snake across tummies, finding “se cret places” below. Thighs part and we each offer our clit and love channels to the caresses of the other.
I grab my dildo and finger it. Sally watches as I lick along its sides, poke the tip with my tongue and suck on the head. She says she wants to see me use it on my pussy. I lather it up with my mouth and tongue, open my thighs, spread my cunt lips with one hand, lay my head back on the pillow and ease the dildo through my puffy twat lips, making sure Sally can see it all.
After watching me thrust my hard toy in and out for a while, Sally is hot and wants to feel it in her cunt. I make sure the “cock” is nice and slick for her, juicing it up in my mouth. I push her thighs open and put the dildo head at her opening, then slowly work it in. She moans hesitant approv al. It takes awhile to open her up fully and get the dildo all the way in. She’s never had children so she’s real tight down there. Plus the dildo is one of my larger ones—but still, it’s soft.
We never get to the magazines. There are too many stories to tell while we rubber-dick each other.
Sally starts our storytime by wanting to hear about my “first time” with Gianni. She knows my husband Carl and I have had threesomes with both sexes, but she really likes hearing about Carl’s friend Gianni—I suspect because she would like to have a threeway with a friend of her husband’s. Of course she also loves to hear stories about my times with Linda, the first woman I was ever intimate with.
So I tell her again about that amazing afternoon with Gianni in Hawaii. Carl and I were vacationing there at the same time he was, but not at the same hotel. One day Gianni came to visit us at our hotel. The three of us were on the bed, watching TV or something. I was sitting be tween the guys in my shorts. Gianni reached down and rubbed my thigh, saying how nice and tan my legs looked.
I was wearing some kind of tank top and no bra, show ing a lot of fine cleavage—there for the taking! It wasn’t long before Gianni was rubbing my breasts and saying how nice they were. He slid the tank-top straps off my shoul ders, exposing my big braless tits, which I think of as a mouth-watering delight for men when they pop into view, and hard nipples. Soon he was tonguing them. Then his lips were plucking at the nipples, which he sucked into his mouth. I adore that.
Meanwhile Carl slithered down the bed and pulled off my shorts, then my panties. Gianni finished removing my top, leaving me naked. All three of us were trembling with excitement. Carl had never done anything like this, but he didn’t hesitate. He pushed my thighs open, looked at my dripping slit, which I opened a bit with my fingers, and moved in to feast on my juices. Gianni was still at my tits, tonguing and sucking my nipples.
Now when I get really hot, I don’t fool around long. By then I was moaning from all of that delicious attention. I reached into Gianni’s trunks and had his cock out in a flash. He pulled the trunks off, and we settled in for an awesome sexcapade.
I scooted around and dropped my head to Gian ni’s groin. I pulled his dick toward my lips and tongued his cock hole, delighting in the precome I found seeping out. I surrounded his hard shaft with my lips, and then down I went, taking him into my mouth and throat almost completely. Carl lapped at my gushing pussy, taking in the hottest sexual sight he’d ever seen—I saw it in his eyes as he watched me deep-throat Gianni.
I put on a show for him, letting him watch that big cock disappear, then reappear out of my lips. My fingers and hands were all over Gianni’s dick as I fed it into my mouth then I cradled his balls. After about ten minutes I was on the verge of coming, and Gianni was too. But I didn’t want that yet. I needed to keep both guys hot and horny. I had to have Carl going wild when he watched Gianni’s cock sink into my cunt.
I rolled onto my back, drew up my knees, spread my thighs, opened my arms and told Gianni to come put his cock in me and fuck me hard. Carl watched intently as Gianni pushed into me. Carl swung around to get a better view, at the same time giving me better access to his hard-on, which I slid into my mouth, pulling him in by the balls.
It went on from there, lead ing to the first double fuck of my life. You get the idea. The point is that Sally loves to hear this story. She has heard it all before, but whenever we get together she insists that I retell it. In fact, she some times calls me on the phone and has me tell it, while we both rub our pussies.
When Sally and I are to gether, though, she usually fucks me with the dildo while I talk about Gianni. She calls me a “nasty little slut” while I tell her all that Gianni has done to me. Time and again she pushes me to tell her what it’s like to “do” two lovers at once.
“Don’t you just love two cocks in you at the same time?” she says.
“Yes,” I say. She makes me answer.
“You’d like three, wouldn’t you?” she says.
“Yes,” I say. The multiple-cock idea is something she just won’t leave alone!
This afternoon Sally takes me through at least four orgasms—one after each story about our threesomes with Gianni. In the case of each scenario, as I tell the story she increases her tempo from a gentle in-and-out movement to a hard thrusting while she showers me with questions and demands and takes me to nirvana with the dildo.
“Tell me again how you love it with one cock in your mouth and another in your cunt,” she says. Or, “Tell me how you feel sucking both cocks, mashed together, in your mouth.” Or, “Tell me how, right now, you want both of their cocks, togeth er, in your pussy.”
She really loves to hear my stories about getting “double-fucked.” She likes to hear how I straddle Carl, take his cock in deep, then lay forward on his chest so Gianni can kneel between our legs and “lance” me from behind, thrusting his shaft up into me next to Carl’s. It never takes long for all three of us together like that to explode in wild ecstasy on those days I get a double portion of cock cream at one time.
This is just the sexiest thing for Sally to hear, and for me to talk about, and for Carl when I tell him—well, it goes without saying, he’s delirious about all of it!
Meanwhile Sally thrusts the dildo into me, demanding to hear how ecstatic I get from all the different ways I “get it” from my pair of men.
Sally has fucked me silly now for a couple of hours, hearing my stories. Now she tells me she needs to come. She lays back, plants her feet squarely on the bed, opens her legs and slowly slides the dildo up into her own pussy, arching her back and thrusting her cunt at me. She demands that I grab hold of the dildo and “do” her good. I take it from her and begin a slow in-and-out. I am utterly enthralled watching her go ballistic over the indescribable feelings welling up from deep down in her cunt. She squirms on the dildo and screams her release. I can’t believe how beautiful and re warding it is to watch someone writhing with that much pleasure and to know that you’re the one doing it to them. I’ve learned well from my times with Linda about how to use a dildo to drive a woman crazy.
Afterward, Sally asks me when I’m going to do some of those same hot things with her and Glenn, her husband, that I do with Carl and Gianni. I’m surprised, maybe even stunned. But now she keeps peppering me with questions:
“Don’t you want to feel Glenn’s cock in you too?”
“Don’t you think you’d like his cock in your mouth?”
“Don’t you think you could drive him crazy too with your incredible tongue in his peehole?”
“You would love sucking his nuts into your mouth, wouldn’t you?”
“Here’s a chance for a new cock in your life, Rachel. Don’t you want it?”
“Tell me, oh tell me. Why won’t you tell me?”
Eventually Sally forces me to answer. “Yes, I could use another cock for my list. I need him for my list, now that you mention it,” I say. “I want your husband’s cock—in my hands, in my mouth and in my pussy.”
Sally says, “Oh, you nasty little slut, you. Yes, you nasty little slut. Oh, you’re going to get him, all right. I’ll make sure you get every inch of his cock, all that you need. You’ll get more than even you can handle.”
She goes on telling me things like: “I want to see Glenn’s cock going into your mouth, puffing out your cheeks with his meat. I want to see you slurping up his come. I want to hold his cock and aim it at your love crack and help shove it up into your squirmy body. I want to hold his balls and feel them unload into you. That’s what we’ll get him to do. How’s that? Tell me that you want to do it! Tell me.”
When I judge that she has finished, I reply, “Yes, I want to do it all of that with him, soon. I want his “‘new’ cock inside me.”
Sally says, “Maybe next week we’ll get you fucked really good by that “‘new’ cock of his. I want to see it go in you.” Then she yells at me, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do me with that huge dildo!” And then she comes again for me while I pump her with the giant fake cock and rub her hard, horny clit with my thumb.
I leave the magazines that I brought for Sally and Glenn to enjoy together. She tells me that next week she will need to hear more about me and Linda and what we did to and with each other. She says she wants to hear what we most liked to do.
“Maybe the two of us can put on a show for Glenn sometime,” she suggests. “That is, before he fucks you.” And that is how our day together ends.—R.P., Simi Valley, California
Recently new neighbors moved in next door, so one morning my wife went to say hello. Kate introduced herself, and the new neighbor, invited her in for coffee.
Elsa, a curvaceous large-breasted blonde in her early 30s, was in her robe. As the women chatted over their coffee, the robe kept falling open. At one point one of her large tits almost fell out of the robe. She caught my wife looking at it and quickly covered herself up. Then she offered to show Kate the renovations they’d done before moving in.
In the course of the house tour, they came to the master bedroom. A massive life-size dildo was lying on the bed! At first Elsa seemed a little embarrassed, but she just said, “I thought I’d put that away.” Kate told me she didn’t know what to say, so she just said not to worry.
Elsa explained that she’d formed a liking for really big cocks when she was in her early 20s, but that her husband, who she’d married three years ago, although a great lover, wasn’t that big. Instead of cheating on him, she said she used the big dildo a couple of times a week when he was at work. It felt like the real thing and was almost as satisfying.
Elsa asked Kate if she ever had a really big cock like the dildo. Kate was so shocked, she could only stammer that she hadn’t. What Elsa said next really surprised her: “Would you like to try it?” The idea that flashed in Kate’s head was to interrupt Elsa fucking her self with the big dildo, and it real ly turned her on. She found herself asking Elsa if she could show her how to use it, since she’d never taken a cock that big in her pussy.
Elsa told her to undress and get on the bed, then removed her robe and got on the bed with her. Kate said Elsa’s body was even more beautiful than she’d thought. She began getting wet just looking at it. She said she was almost ready to come when Elsa started caressing her pussy and licking her nipples. Then Elsa slipped a finger in her pussy, followed by a couple more, and finger-fucked her, opening her up and getting her prepared for the dildo.
In time Elsa said, “I think you’re ready for it.” She took the dildo and pushed it in my wife slowly. Kate said it felt huge. She was being stretched to the limit. But she was so hot, it slid in eas ily. After a few strokes to get her used to the size, Elsa began thrusting and pounding the thing in her. After about five minutes Kate couldn’t take any more and squirted all over the dildo and Elsa’s hand.
After a while Kate pulled it out of her and was still so turned on, she shoved it in Elsa’s willing snatch. After she made Elsa come just as quickly, they tidied themselves up and got to talking again. Elsa asked Kate if she had liked the feeling of a big fat cock and wondered, did she think she was missing out on something? Kate said she had to admit that she had and kind of did.
Elsa said she had a big-cocked ex-boyfriend who lived close by who she thought would love to fuck her. Kate said she didn’t want to cheat on her husband, but she would be happy to fuck Elsa with the big dildo anytime, as she didn’t think I would have a problem with her making it with another woman.
Kate told me the whole story a couple of weeks later. She said she didn’t want to go behind my back, but she couldn’t get the thought of being fucked by a real-life cock the size of the dildo out of her mind, and she wanted to try it with Elsa’s ex-boyfriend, so she could experience the real thing at least once.
I know how important it is to keep my wife happy, plus she seemed to have made up her mind anyway. And while it’s true that the idea of her be ing with another guy makes me jealous, the idea of her getting fucked by a big cock really turns me on as well—so maybe Kate getting fucked by a woman with a fake cock is the perfect solution.
That’s where Kate is now! She promised to tell me all about it when she gets back. —J.L., Fort Collins, Colorado
When I got home from work, I found Hilary and our neigh bor Connie chatting about current events. I noticed that with all the places to sit in the living room, Connie had landed close by my wife on the love seat. Obviously Connie didn’t mind if I didn’t join their conversation, so I excused my self to shower and change before dinner.
Hilary and I have been to gether almost 16 years. She is a loving, gentle wom an—outside our bed room, that is! Our lovemaking has never lacked variety or excitement. She’s terrifically talented and caters to my fantasies I’ll try anything , one reason I love her with all my heart. But one thing she would never do: I always wanted to witness a sexual interaction between her and another woman, but she’s modest and wouldn’t. I brought it up from time to time, but she never seemed to change her mind.
That evening in the shower my mind wandered back to Hilary sitting so close to Con nie. The thought turned me on. I knew Hilary had an attraction to Connie—not to the extent of jeopardizing our relationship, but it was there. I fantasized about them making love while I watched from a distance.
I knew there was nothing going on, but I wondered, was it Hilary that sat by Con nie or the other way round? Was Connie attracted to Hil ary? Would Connie participate in such a fantasy?
The shower felt good falling on my naked body. I felt warm between my legs. I thought of seeing Hilary remove Connie’s clothing and caress her body, seeing Hil ary eat Connie’s pussy and suck on her clit knowing I’m watching. My throb bing clit became harder to ignore. I rubbed it to relieve pressure, but nothing I could do gave me satisfaction. Hilary has taught me many ways to satisfy my self, but my hands couldn’t keep up with the images in my mind.
Suddenly the shower curtain flew open, and Hilary asked what had gotten me so worked up. I told her what was going on in my head. She said she heard me out in the other room. Embar rassed, I asked if Connie was still here. Luckily she had left.
I asked, no begged Hil ary to get in the shower and fuck me. But she said no, if I was letting my fantasies take me to where I couldn’t pleasure myself, I’d just have to wait. She had special dinner plans and wasn’t about to stop what she was doing.
How could Hilary say that to me? Why would she? She has always fucked me when I needed it, no questions asked. Then it hit me. She loves to tease as much as she loves to fuck. I hate be ing teased but deep down love it when she does it.
She said she would allow me a bit of pleasure and laid a towel on the bath room floor and left, finally returning with a small box. My pussy was so wet, my legs trembled. I knew what was coming.
She said to lie on the towel with my ass raised. As I pre pared for the coming thrill, she sat on the side of the tub and inserted the lubricated tip of an enema in my ass. The thought of holding all that liquid sent shudders through me. But if I could hold on a few minutes, I’d have the time of my life later.
As soon as the liquid was all inserted, I turned on my side and tried to relax. Hil ary and I have a game to help teach me control. She sets a timer for three minutes and I can’t move or touch my self until it goes off. She set it now and put it in front of me, set for five minutes! I said no way could I last five minutes. She said to stop whining and do it or I’d have no satisfaction tonight.
Hilary walked away, as she usually does. But this time she returned with a chair and sat outside the bathroom door, then pulled out a Penthouse Let ters and began reading an explicit story out loud. I looked at the timer. Only one minute had passed! I begged her to stop, saying it was impos si ble for me to hold that liquid while she read the erotic letter and not touch myself.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch myself, but I couldn’t help myself. Hilary slapped my hand. I tried hard not to move, but as the story went on, and the pressure from the liquid in my ass built, I reached for my clit. Hilary shot up and restrained my hand to her chair. Only three minutes had passed. I plead ed for her to let me go, but she wouldn’t. She did say that if I could wait out the tim er, I would be rewarded in more ways than one.
Hard as it was, I did it! I made it through the five min utes. Hilary untied me and let me release the liquid that cleansed my ass. I know that when she gives me an ene ma, she’s going to fuck my ass all night—she knows I love anal penetration. Hell, I love any kind of penetration!
I got back in the shower, this time ice cold, to clean up for dinner. Hil ary called me for dinner, but I wasn’t hungry for food, I was hungry for her. Still, I couldn’t tell her I wasn’t hungry. As I finished buttoning my nightshirt nothing under neath , I headed for the table, but she stopped me in the hall.
Again she had something in her hands: the strap we use to tie me to our bed. She led me to the living room, to a chair set in the middle of the room. She sat me down and strapped my hands and ankles to the chair. She put a padded stopper between my legs to keep them apart, then put a blindfold over my eyes. She said I was to sit, listen and not say a word.
I heard the television turn on and the VCR engage. After a few minutes I heard the voice of Jeff Stryker, one of my favorite porn stars. Even blindfolded, I’ve seen this video often enough to be able to visualize him ramming his huge cock in the tight asses of the men, and I was going insane. Bound to the chair with my legs spread, I was helpless. I called for Hil ary but got no response.
I called again and this time heard footsteps coming toward me. From behind, Hil ary whispered, “What did I tell you?” I tried to talk, but she told me to be quiet and said, “I better not hear another word.” I sat quietly for a few minutes that felt like a lifetime. Right after Jeff said he wanted his cock sucked, I heard the doorbell. Shit, what would Hilary do? Untie me and let me go in the room, or leave me there “watching” the video?
I heard her walking and opening the door, but then nothing until the door closed again. I wanted to ask who was there, but I knew better. Hilary approached me and said she was allowing me an appetizer before our special dinner. The cold head of one of our toys touched my pussy. She moved it up and down my lips, teasing me. I pushed my hips forward, and she took it away. Immedi ately I moved back, praying she would put it back. She put the head back on my pussy. I sat as still as I possi bly could, waiting for her to insert the toy cock in me.
She teased a bit more, then in one swift move ment shoved the cock in! I wanted to move my hips to enjoy it, but I knew she’d take it away if I didn’t sit still. As her footsteps moved away, I heard fucking. Then I heard Hilary sit down. Was she watching me? I so badly wanted to please her, but what could I do? I just sat and waited.
I heard a zipper open and clothing fall to the floor. Finally she was going to come to me! But she didn’t. Instead I heard a faint moan. She was going to masturbate to the vision of me suffering in this chair? Just the thought made me come.
I tried hard to squeeze my legs tighter, but the barrier between them wouldn’t allow it. I heard Jeff fucking behind me and Hilary fucking herself in front of me. When I thought I could take no more, I heard something unexpected. Connie! Hilary wasn’t masturbating at all—she was fucking Connie! So Connie must have been the person at the door.
I had to know more. I tried to speak. Hilary said to shut up, then said to Connie, “You can tell her what I’m doing to you if you want.”
Connie said Hilary had removed all her clothing and laid her on the couch and was moving her hands over her swollen tits to her pussy. She said Hilary slid in one finger, then two, then three, and was moving them slowly in and out. The moaning I heard was Hilary pleasuring her. She said that Hilary had approached her about my fantasy of watching her fuck another woman while I watched. Connie loved the thought of having another woman’s wife fuck her while she was in the room.
Connie was about to say something when I heard Hilary start fucking her. Con nie choked back her words and moaned as Hilary inserted her fingers. I heard the sounds of her wet pussy as Hilary’s fingers plunged in and out of her. Connie’s breathing picked up, and her moans got louder.
I begged, “Please, Hilary, remove the blindfold so I can watch.” When I heard her rise from the couch, I was afraid of what she might do. Hands unbuttoned my night shirt, and it dropped off my shoulders. My hard nipples were each sucked. I felt hands behind my head about to untie the blind fold when I felt lips nearing mine. I closed my eyes for a kiss, and a tongue entered my mouth—just as the blindfold came off. It was a soft kiss the tongue did not feel as strong in my mouth.
The kiss stopped, and I opened my eyes—and saw that it was Connie! Hilary was sitting on the couch watching us kiss, her eyes filled with excitement. She motioned for Connie to return to the couch. She did, and they began to kiss. Hil ary turned Connie’s back toward me and opened her eyes so she could see the look in my eyes as she was kissing another woman.
I burned with the desire to see Hilary fuck Connie. Hilary closed her eyes and slid her hand between Con nie’s legs. I anticipated the moment her fingers would slip into Connie’s pussy. Hil ary looked at me again and inserted her fingers. Con nie let out a soft moan while Hil ary moved her fingers slowly in and out. With each movement Connie’s moans got louder and longer. She raised her hips to meet the incoming fingers. Hilary inserted another finger.
Watching from across the room, I moved my hips to the rhythm of Hilary’s hand fucking Connie. The small dildo inside me teased me. A warm puddle had dripped from my pussy. I closed my eyes for a moment and tilted my head back, trying to ride the cock in me, but it was no use. Listening to Connie moan, I pulled at the straps binding my hands behind me. I needed to be free, and have something more in me. I wanted Hilary in me.
Connie turned her head toward me and smiled, then whispered something to Hil ary. Hilary looked at me, then began to fuck Connie so hard, she screamed in delight. She kept ramming her fingers in and out of Connie until Connie came all over her hand. She kissed Connie’s nipples while slowing the mo tion of her fingers so Connie might catch her breath.
Hilary got up off the couch and moved toward me. She removed the padded block that spread my legs, then removed the straps binding me to the chair. She put her hand in mine and helped me up. My nightshirt fell to the floor. She took me in her arms and kissed me, and for a moment I forgot we weren’t alone. When she removed her lips from mine, she whis pered, “I hope this night will be all that you dreamed.”
She moved the chair from the middle of the living room and laid out a sheet covered in clouds. She reached for Connie’s hand and pulled her into our intimate circle. She kissed me, then Con nie, then laid us on the cloud-lined floor. She stood looking down at the nude women in front of her, then smiled as she knelt to Connie.
Hilary looked at me and said, “I want you to watch me fuck her. If you need to masturbate, okay, but don’t touch us or try to participate.”
Hilary kissed Connie’s nipples. She slid her hand to Connie’s pussy, still dripping from before. Connie anticipated another entry of her fingers, but this time got more. I hadn’t seen that Hil ary had our pleasure chest of dildos, anal plugs and vibrators of all shapes and sizes out it must have been hidden under the sheet. She pulled out the first of many toys she would use on Connie: an average-size cock, which she inserted slowly in Connie’s pussy.
As I watched, I squeezed my thighs together, with my hand between my legs. I tightened the inner walls of my pussy until it throbbed. Hilary fucked Connie with a steady rhythm she seemed to enjoy. I said I thought Connie needed more inside her, like the huge cock we have, which was sure to bring her to the orgasm of her life. Hil ary reached for it, and as she inserted it, I saw the look in Connie’s eyes—she was going to enjoy this!
Hilary pushed the cock in and out of Connie while suck ing hard on her nipples. Then she kissed her, entangling their tongues so that every moan Connie made was swallowed up by Hilary.
Lying there next to them, I reached for our double dildo and inserted it in my pussy and ass, then sat rocking back and forth plea suring myself. I wanted to fuck Con nie too. Hilary knew I was go ing insane with the desire to be touched. She asked if I wanted to be fucked. Des per ately, I whispered yes!
Hilary fucked Connie so hard that she screamed in delight. She climaxed, and her breath was so heavy that she could hardly make a sound. Hilary gently kissed her sweat-covered body, then turned her attention to me. She began to move the double dicks in and out of my holes. Excited as I was, there was no way this toy would give me satisfaction. She knew I needed to be fucked, and tonight I would need to be fucked hard.
I begged her to fuck my ass, and got up on all fours and lowered my shoulders to the floor. I looked at Con nie and asked her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. She quickly answered no, as if the thought of it put her in a panic. I wanted her to see how wonderful it could be. She turned on her side to watch us. When she saw what was about to enter my anus, her eyes widened.
As the tip of the cock pressed against my hole, I grabbed Connie’s hand. Hil ary began to insert the dildo. Once the head made it, she rammed the rest in, and then moved it in and out of my asshole faster and harder. It was no picnic, but my God, it also felt good. I squeezed Connie’s hand while scream ing, “Fuck me!”
Hilary turned me on my back and raised my legs over her shoulders to allow for deeper penetration. Con nie moved toward me and touched my tits. My nipples were large and hard she put her mouth to one and pinched the other. I put my hands on the back of her head with enough pressure to tell her I wanted her to suck harder. I was in heaven with Hilary fucking me like there was no tomorrow and Connie sucking my nipples. Then Connie slid her hand to my pussy and inserted her fingers in my dripping pussy. She began to fuck me as hard as she could.
The feeling of the cock in my ass rubbing against her fingers in my pussy was mak ing Connie come again. I pulled her leg toward me to get her to turn her pussy toward me. She knew just what to do. She shifted herself so I could shove my fingers in her pussy. Hilary had really opened her up, and I was able to fuck her with all my might while she fucked my pussy and Hilary tended to my ass. The three of us were joined by a sexual force that just kept building.
I screamed, “I’m going to come!” Hilary told Connie to rub my swollen clit. She did, and in the next second I ex ploded, my hips rising up off the floor as I shook. We all fell to the floor, our bodies sweating and our breath ing fast, and lay there for a few minutes to catch our breath. Hilary kissed me and then kissed Connie.
It was an unforgettable experience for me, which left me wondering, will we do this again? I certainly hope so!—F.L., Lynn, Massachusetts
I met Gloria when I was in the hospital after surgery on my ankle. She was my evening nurse. The first time I met her, she came bouncing into my room and bubbled, “I heard you moved here from Idaho!” I nodded and said yes. She gushed, “I’m from Idaho too!”
That was the start of our very special relationship. While I was hospitalized, she’d come in my room, sit on my bed and chat. We spent hours together, and both knew there was something special between us. The day before I was discharged, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for lunch.
I was eager to see Gloria. She was lovely, classy and kind. When she called two days later and suggested lunch, the prospect of seeing her outside the hospital was exciting. We met at an Italian place and had a lingering meal. Over a shared dessert, I reached out and ran one finger along the back of her hand, holding her gaze, telling her frankly, though without words, what I was interested in.
Her bright blue eyes glittered back at me, and she said hoarsely, “Let’s go back to my place.”
I followed her to a small but tasteful apartment. Sit ting on her couch, I reached for her hand. “Glo ria,” I said softly, “I think I know what we’re both thinking.”
As her fingers caressed mine, she said, “I think so too, Kate.”
I put my arms around her and ran my nose along her neck. I reached up and removed the clip from her blonde hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. I ran my fingers through it and buried my nose in it, smelling her shampoo.
She pulled me closer, waiting for my next move. I pressed my lips to her cheek, next to her ear, for the softest of kisses. She returned the touch, running her hand along my upper arm, her fingertips passing along my neck and cupping my cheek. Our eyes met”"a similar blue, with similar long eyelashes, which neither of us accent with mascara. We felt each other’s breath on our faces. I leaned slow ly toward her, tilting my head.
Her eyes closed, as did mine. It was clear what was going to happen. Our lips”"mine full, hers fine”"met in a sweet, soft kiss. I drew back, waiting for a reaction. She leaned in again, and I leaned to meet her halfway, my fingers entwining in her hair. She kissed me a little harder, a little more demand ing. Her arms tightened around my torso, and she kissed me harder still.
Breathing softly through my nose, I parted my lips ex per imentally. Tak ing my cue, she parted hers. I focused on her bottom lip”"so soft, so loving”"and tenderly, ten tatively, she let her tongue explore my lips. I opened my mouth wider, and our kisses became harder, sweeter, more demanding. We took turns”"her tongue in my mouth, mine in hers.
Mutually, we gravitated to her bedroom, hardly breaking the kiss. I led her toward a sitting position, but as we continued to kiss each other, the impulse to lie down was too great. I explored her face and neck with kisses and the tip of my nose. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my earlobe.
I was breathing harder, and Gloria was too. She ran kisses down my neck and trailed them along my collarbone. My fingers played softly on her upper arm in the tenderest of caresses. We kissed again”"more fully, more de mand ing. My fingers slid up her sleeve, and her hands played along my exposed back. I shifted gently, so that I was on top, my legs straddling her hips.
“Oh, Gloria,” I murmured be tween kisses.
“Kate,” she said, pulling my face down to kiss me. “I want to make love to you.”
We shared another long, sweet, deep kiss. It became hard and urgent. I helped her off with her shirt as she unbuttoned mine. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then trailed my fingers along the back of her shoulders and down her arms as I slipped it off. She has creamy breasts, full and firm, tipped with rosy nipples. She could be a Victoria’s Secret bra model.
I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs over the nipples, letting them harden as she unhooked my bra and slipped it off. I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth, playing with it with my tongue. She let out a little breath and ran her fingers through my hair. I moved to her other breast”"my touch so light, it tickled. I returned to the breast I just left with my fingertips. She was massaging and feeling my breasts as well, until, un able to take the stimulation anymore, she guided my chin back up to hers and kissed me hungrily.
Her hands played at my waistband, and I assisted her in slipping my pants and underwear off at the same time. She kissed me hard once more, then led me back onto the bed. She kissed my breasts, then moved down, spreading my legs and then pausing. Her fingers trailed along my upper thighs, and I trembled in anticipation.
“You are so beautiful,” she murmured. I reached out and touched her hand. Carefully, she made her way between my legs. I felt her breath ruffle my pubic hair. Her lips made contact with my skin, and involuntarily I whimpered how I had wanted this. She went to work with her lips and tongue and fingers. Oh, it felt good! I trailed my fingers along her neck, a little hint that she hadn’t been forgotten.
After a long moment, I moved away a bit. Catching her eyes, I said, “I need you. I need you in my mouth.”
She clambered up beside me and kissed me hungrily for a moment. I tasted myself on her. I fiddled with her button and zipper, and then, like she did with me, caught the underwear and pulled it down with her pants. She kicked them off. They landed in a heap on the floor.
My mouth watered in anticipation. I guided her up toward the pillows, kissing her several moments more. Breaking the kiss, I moved, switching places so I was facing her nether regions and she was facing mine. I kissed her vulva lips”"as far as I could reach in this position. I separated them with my tongue and sought out her clitoris. I worked on it gently but firmly, licking, flicking, sucking, kissing. I felt her mouth on my labia. Trembling, I inserted two fingers in her vagina and thrust gently while continuing to work with my mouth.
A familiar tingle worked all through me. “Oh, Glo ria,” I groaned. “I’m going to come.”
I felt her smile. She said, “Then come! Right here. Here in my mouth!”
The shock worked its way up until I exploded. As I trembled, she continued to work with her mouth. The image was so erotic. The jolt passed, and I moved away from her, switching positions again. I captured her mouth with mine and was as sure she could taste herself on me as I could taste myself on her.
I kissed her hard. “Now, my dear,” I said between kisses, “it’s your turn.”
I made my way between her legs and lowered my mouth to her again. I kissed her vaginal opening, then up and down the vulva lips. I returned to her clitoris, laving gently, sucking with just enough pressure to make her cry out softly. I inserted two fingers and thrust, still continuing to suck and lick. Moments later she gasped and trembled. I continued my attention to her clitoris, keeping her at her peak, lov ing her coming in my mouth.
When the spasms subsided, I crawled back up to her and kissed her. My arms and legs tangled around her. She ran her bottom lip along my neck. “You were fantastic,” I whispered, still tasting the come.
She nibbled my shoulder and said, “So were you. We have to do it again sometime.” I giggled, and she did too. Our lips met, and I thought, At last we’ve made love to each other.”"K.G., San Jose, California
Some time ago a group of my coworkers and I started getting together two or three times a week after work and hanging out. We all became pretty friendly, but after a while I began to spend more and more time with Kyle and Ruby, a married couple with whom I had similar interests, and the three of us became close friends. Kyle and I, in particular, spent a lot of time together, both with and with out Ruby. It got to the point where I was practically go ing home only to sleep, preferring to be with them when I wasn’t at work.
Our other friends noticed the closeness between us, and often joked that I must be having sex with Kyle”"or Ruby! Everyone had a good laugh at that idea, and the three of us went along with the kidding. The fact was that part of the reason we got on so well was that both Ruby and I were bi-curious, which made for a connection, even though neither of us had ever actually been with another girl.
I was extremely attracted to both Kyle and Ruby, and often masturbated thinking of having sex with one or both of them. But we were friends, and I had no desire to risk our friendship by bring ing up my desire to go to bed with them.
A couple of weeks ago things changed in a way I could never have imagined. Ruby was working late, so I spent most of the evening watching DVDs with Kyle at their house, and was still there when Ruby got home. The three of us had dinner, then sat around talking until Kyle said he was ready to head to bed and have his way with his wife.
I wasn’t put out by the fact that Kyle wanted me to leave so they could spend time together, but Ruby apparently thought he was being rude. He told her jokingly that it was fine with him if I joined them. This got the expected laugh, though I thought it was a bit strained. Feeling unexpectedly awkward, I busied my self with getting my coat and collecting my things before bidding them good night.
I was maybe halfway to my car when my cell phone rang. I saw that it was Kyle. More than a little puzzled, I answered, thinking maybe I’d forgotten something. But he just asked me to come back. Even when I pressed him he would say nothing more. So I turned around and walked back to their apartment.
Kyle and Ruby said to sit down. Then we had the talk I never believed we would. Kyle explained that while he and Ruby had talked about the possibility of having a threesome, they had written off the idea”"until now. He confessed that both of them harbored lustful feelings for me, but they hadn’t wanted to risk damaging our friendship. Like me!
We proceeded to discuss this subject as rationally as we could, finally concluding that having sex really would not change what we had”"a conclusion undoubtedly influ enced by the fact that we were all crazy to fuck each other. Each of us was eager for what was about to happen but nervous and unsure how to proceed.
Finally Kyle took charge of the situation. He came over and kissed me deeply. After he pulled away, he smiled at his wife and urged her to do the same, saying I was “an excellent kisser.” Ruby still seemed hesitant, however, so I walked over to her and began kissing her.
While Ruby and I kissed, Kyle started to undress his wife. When he had her shirt and bra out of the way, I feasted on her breasts, while he kissed her neck and ran his hands over her back. When we broke the kiss, Ruby complained breathlessly that it wasn’t fair for her to be the only topless one. Taking the hint, I took off my blouse and bra, letting both her and Kyle gaze at my bare breasts and pierced nipples, now standing at attention.
Ruby took a turn at my breasts, her tongue playing with my nipple rings as she sucked at them. Soon I was moaning. Kyle suggest ed we move to the bedroom, where Ruby and I got on the bed while he undressed.
I went right for Ruby’s tits again, enjoying the way I could make the nipples strain for my touch. Both of us had somehow lost our skirts on the way to the bed room and were wearing noth ing but our panties. Kyle took up a spot behind me and kissed my neck and back. While he did so, he pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and took hold of Ruby’s flimsy thong. She lifted her hips to let me pull it off.
When the thong was gone, I rubbed Ruby’s pussy lips, and Kyle did the same to me. After a while he pulled his hand away from my cunt and said he would show me how to eat pussy. While I played with Ruby’s nipples, her husband showed me a few techniques with his tongue in her pussy. Then he moved out of the way to allow me access.
I lapped up Ruby’s flowing juices while slowly finger-fucking her. All the while Kyle murmured encouragements in my ear, though they were nearly drowned out by his wife’s moans as I sent her over the edge.
Now it was Ruby’s turn to get a lesson from her husband as she repeated the process on me, quickly bringing me to climax. Then, with matching grins, she and I took on Kyle’s hard-on. We took turns sucking him, one taking him in her mouth while the other licked and stroked his tight balls. When he couldn’t take any more, he climbed on top of her and fucked her to climax while she ate me out again.
Kyle had spent himself coming in Ruby but made it up to me by going down on me, finishing what she had started. I wished I could see what he was doing, because I would have loved to try it out on Ruby. While he ate me out, she played with my breasts again. When she asked how I was doing, I couldn’t even speak, I was gasping so hard. A minute later I gushed pussy juice all over Kyle’s face, soaking not only him but a large sec tion of the bed.
It was now about two in the morning, and I started getting ready to go home. Before I left, Kyle pulled me close and kissed me deeply, promising me “one good hard fucking” the next time. I told him I could hardly wait.
A couple of days later it was Kyle and I who were working late, and when we were through I gave him a ride home, since Ruby had taken their car. As we were leaving together, one of our friends made a typical joking remark about how Kyle’s “girlfriend” was taking him home to his wife.
At which Kyle grinned and replied, “Well, since my girlfriend is having sex with both of us, my wife doesn’t mind so much.”
The friend just laughed, not taking him seriously for a minute, just as Kyle knew he would. So now we enjoy the fact that we can tell them everything we do and they all think we’re just joking. I guess the joke is on them! “”R.D., Des Moines, Iowa
As a businesswoman who travels every week, I’ve long been a fan of massages. There’s something about being under the control of strong hands that makes me melt. I get massages when I’m home, but I especially love them when I travel.
I have a male coworker who shares this passion for rubdowns. He and I had flirted many times but never actually done anything. We liked to tease each other with sug gestions, with looks, with stories and even hints at experiences. I hint ed often that it would be fun to do a “couples massage” with him, but I suppose be cause we were both married and would feel guilty, we never actually did it.
One evening over dinner together on the road, I told about this in credibly sensual massage I had in Boston, which left me wanting more. I found the place in a local weekly paper, and as it was near my hotel gave it a try.
I related how this lovely Asian female rubbed me deep and then tenderly I am open to both men and women touching me this way , and got me incredibly wound up when she massaged my breasts. I thought for sure I would get a happy ending”"something I’d never experienced at the hands of a masseuse. But no, while the massage was incredible and worked out all the kinks, I had to rush back to my hotel to get myself off.
My colleague loved this story and wrote down the website of a Boston place he thought I would like, a small massage salon run entirely by women. They worked with men and couples but had a special 90-minute session for women, claiming to know how we like to be touched.
On my next trip to Boston I made an appointment for early evening. Knowing that my coworker isn’t above set ting me up for something, I was nervous.
From the outside, the salon was much like any other office in a high-rise building. I rang the outer bell and a tall, elegant 30-something woman opened the door and ushered me into a small room with lights dimmed, incense burning and soft music playing. We chatted a bit so she could get to know my expectations and what type of massage I prefer. Finally she told me to disrobe completely and lie facedown on the table, then left the room.
I relaxed as I lay there with my head on a pillow. The table was warm, as was the room. The door opened and closed quickly, and the woman was standing beside the table rubbing oil on her hands, then slowly massaging my feet. I found it unusu al, starting at the bottom, but it was gloriously relaxing.
Over the next 45 minutes or so, she kneaded my mus cles, then caressed my skin. Her hands worked up my legs, then over my buttocks and onto my lower back. Her fingers worked like a butterfly over my ribs and up to the sides of my breasts. She let oil drip over my ass crack and rubbed each cheek sep arately, sometimes slipping her hand between my legs, but without ever touching my pussy. It didn’t matter, as I was getting wet anyway.
At a point, she said to roll over, and she proceeded to do the same to my front. This time she started at the top, rubbing my shoulders and neck. When she got to my breasts, she moved her fingers gently under each globe and then moved her hands up toward my nipples. She pinched each lightly, apparently to test my reaction. I reacted emphatically, groaning with every stroke!
I felt my legs spread as she continued to touch me as if it were her own body. She stood at my head, leaned over and reached her hands down to my hips, then rode them back up over my torso. I opened my eyes briefly as she came over me this way, and for the first time noticed that she wasn’t wearing a top. It was really sexy to see her hard, pointed nipples caress my body, then slip carefully over my chin and my face.
I let my tongue slip out and lick one of those nipples to show her I was enjoying the experience, and she lingered there awhile. Then she moved to the side of the table and began massaging my calves, knees and thighs. My legs were spread to make it easy for her to get between them. This time her fingers came closer, gently touching my pussy lips. I was close to my peak, so at this point almost anything was likely to send me over.
One hand worked its way up my stomach and under my breasts again, then gently hovered over each nipple as they turned steel-hard. It was almost like a magnet was attracting them to her fingers and palm. I felt warm oil being dripped slowly on my pussy and over my clit. One of her hands slipped down and began pushing my abdomen up toward my chest, tightening the skin around my pussy. She slid the other hand between my legs, where her fingers found my nub. I wanted to make this last, but with just a few simple strokes, I exploded.
As I came down from an unbelievable high, she continued to massage me”"in all the places she hadn’t yet touched! When the session was over, she let me lay still for ten minutes. Before she left the room, she urged me to get dressed when I felt ready to stand up again.
I already know the next time I’m in Beantown I will plan another visit to this incredible place. I also have to think hard how to repay my coworker for his red-hot tip.”"S.F., Burlington, Vermont
My friend Emma called me one afternoon and told me she had decided to throw a costume party that very night. Halloween was still a few weeks away, but we both knew that as it got closer we would be bombarded with invitations to parties. Emma said she figured she would have hers early, so it wouldn’t interfere with any of the others.
This seemed strange to me, but I didn’t question her. Emma and I had gone out just the weekend before to look for our costumes, knowing that the closer Halloween got the harder it would be to find an outfit that we really liked. I had picked out a schoolgirl costume, and she had chosen to dress up as a cocktail waitress.
Emma told me to be at her house at seven o’clock for the party. I started getting dressed about an hour earlier. I put on a plain white bra and cotton panties before slipping into my costume—a pleated red skirt with a black patent leather belt, and a white button-down shirt. The skirt was extremely short and just covered my ass. The shirt could be worn normally, or could be tied up right under the breasts. I decided on the sexy look, and knotted it under my tits. Knee-high white stockings and a pair of patent leather shoes completed the outfit.
All I had to do then was braid my mid-length brown hair into pigtails. I looked myself over in the mirror when I was done, and smiled. I loved this outfit it made me feel like a bad little private school girl. Grabbing my stuff, I left for the party.
I was a little surprised when I arrived to see that there was only one other car parked outside Emma’s house. Either everyone was running late, or Emma had purposely got me to come early to help her set up. When Emma let me in I was further surprised to see that not only was she the only one there, but she was not wearing her cocktail waitress outfit. Instead, she had on a black pencil skirt with a matching blazer over a white blouse, stockings and a pair of black heels. She looked like a strict teacher, and to enhance the look she had her red hair pulled back into a classic bun, with only a touch of makeup on her beautiful face.
I did not have time to question her about her change of costume, for as we went into the living room I heard a female voice call out from down the hallway, “You may bring the bad student in now, Miss Emma.”
Emma just smiled at my startled look and grabbed me by the elbow, steering me down the hall toward the master bedroom that she normally shared with her husband, who I knew was out of town that week on business.
Inside the bedroom was a girl named June, who I had only met a few times before. She was dressed identically to Emma, but her hair was blonde and short. I knew what was going on at once. Even if I hadn’t, the leather paddle in June’s hands would have been a dead giveaway.
Emma knew I was curious about being with a woman. She and I had even kissed a time or two, but nothing more than that. I had always been the one to pull back, out of shyness. But it looked as if there was going to be no pulling back this time. My heart was pounding with nervousness—and with anticipation.
I had role-played with my boyfriend many times, so I now fell into character quite easily. When June told me I had been bad and needed to be punished, I automatically answered, “Yes Mistress June.” She smiled, and I could tell that both she and Emma were glad that I was willing to play along. June kept hitting the paddle against her hand. When she told me to bend over the bed, I did as I was told, feeling my panties already getting wet with excitement. I love to be spanked.
June now told Emma she wanted her to make sure I took my punishment like a good girl, so Emma climbed onto the bed and positioned herself in front of me. She pulled up her black skirt to reveal her garters and a skimpy pair of black silk panties. She inched her hips forward until her crotch was only about a quarter of an inch away from my face, then put her hands on my shoulders, holding me there.
June flipped my skirt up onto my back, and I tingled all over with excitement. I heard the swish as the paddle cut through the air just before I felt it land against my panty-covered ass cheeks. The first few swats were not very hard, and the panties helped mask the impact. Then they started to get harder, and with every swat against my cheeks my face was pressed into Emma’s silk-covered pussy.
June paused a moment, and my body tightened as I waited for the next impact, but instead I felt June’s hand rub against my crotch. “Your naughty little pupil seems to have gotten her panties all wet, Miss Emma,” she murmured. “This means they need to come off, don’t you think? No girl should stand around with wet panties.”
I moaned against Emma’s crotch her panties were also wet by this time. Then I felt the air against my reddened ass cheeks as June pulled my panties all the way down to my ankles. Emma then told June that their bad pupil had also gotten her panties all wet. June moved onto the bed and rubbed her hand over Emma’s crotch. Next she pulled Emma’s panties to one side and told me to look at what I had done. “You will clean this mess up, and now you will be punished even more,” she said.
Emma removed her panties, then sat back down in front of me, this time with her naked pussy pressed right up against my face. I could feel how wet she was, and I could smell her excitement as well. June pushed my face tighter into Emma’s wet pussy and told me to hurry and lick her clean. I stuck my tongue out, and for the first time tasted another woman’s pussy. Her juices were sweet, and I loved the taste and smell of her as I worked my tongue as deep as I could between her swollen lips.
As I licked at Emma, June got off the bed and proceeded to spank me with the paddle once more. These blows were harder, and they made my ass sting deliciously. They also made me very hot and horny, and I started wiggling my backside a bit in anticipation of each new swat.
By this time Emma had laid back on the bed, and I could hear her soft moans as she took hold of my pigtails, pulling my face harder against her wet pussy. I licked eagerly at her juices, wanting to make her come on my face. In addition to licking between her lips and sticking my tongue deep into her hot hole, I also licked and nibbled at her clit now and then, loving the whimpers that escaped her throat when I did so.
My ass was burning from the repeated slaps of the paddle when I felt June’s hands on my cheeks. Their softness was soothing against my reddened flesh. I heard her tell Emma that I was getting even worse, for my pussy was now dripping with my juices. I was so excited that I nearly came right then when I felt June insert two fingers into my cunt. I moaned against Emma’s pussy, which made her so excited she yanked on my pigtails and arched her hips, shoving her crotch hard against my mouth as my tongue went inside her once more.
June now told Emma that she would be right back, and to make sure that I finished cleaning her up good. I whimpered as her fingers left me and she walked out of the room, but I kept at the job I was given, licking and sucking on Emma’s juicy cunt. Emma was moaning loudly and wiggling her ass against the bed when June returned. I was so intent on pleasing Emma that I did not notice that June had taken off her skirt and put on a strap-on dildo. I felt the head of the hard rubber cock at the entrance of my soaked pussy just seconds before June thrust her hips forward, slamming that cock all the way inside me.
I cried out with surprise as I felt myself suddenly being filled up. The thing was at least nine inches long, and bigger around than anything I had taken before. My pussy was well lubricated from the spanking, so it slid right in even as it stretched me wide. I heard June tell me that bad little girls deserve to be fucked by big dicks that stretched them open and went in nice and deep. She grabbed me by the hips and started pummeling my pussy with the massive fake cock.
It didn’t take long for my surprise and apprehension to turn to excitement as I quickly got used to that huge tool fucking me hard and fast. I was panting and gasping as I went on licking Emma. I loved having June fuck me from behind while I had a wet pussy shoved against my mouth.
We stayed like that, my mouth on Emma’s pussy and June’s big cock slamming into me, for quite a while, until suddenly I felt Emma pulling me so hard against her pussy that I could barely breathe. That’s when she finally erupted, her pussy juice squirting out of her and into my mouth. I kept licking and sucking at her, for her come tasted so damn good, and I wanted to get it all.
I was not far from coming myself, and when Emma’s orgasm subsided, mine finally began. As I screamed out my passion, June began thrusting harder, slapping my ass as my juices coated the big fake dick and leaked out all around it, sliding down my legs. I came so hard that I nearly passed before my body went limp.
I ended up spending the night with Emma and June. We took turns pleasuring each other, and the next morning we made plans to meet again after Halloween. I couldn’t wait to have another encounter with these two sexy women, and I was ready to be their naughty schoolgirl any time they wanted.—G.D., Salem, Oregon
My husband Luke and I go to the local comedy club all the time, and sometimes I don’t wear panties. This turns Luke on so much that when we get home he will eat my pussy for a long time and then bang me silly. He loves to see me expose myself in public.
So last Friday we went to the comedy club, and I left my panties home. Soon after we got there I noticed a hot-looking guy sitting two tables down from us. He had his hat on backwards, which turns me on, and a couple of bad-boy tattoos. His body looked fine, and I couldn’t help staring at him.
When Luke got up to go to the rest room, the guy came over to me and said, “You keep staring at me.”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” I said. “I just think you’re really hot.”
“Thanks,” the stranger said. “But I guess I better go before your man comes back.” I didn’t want him to leave, but I had to agree with him.
When Luke came back to the table he slipped his hand up under my sundress, and he looked surprised to find how soaked I was. “Yes, I am so horny,” I told him. “Let’s go home.” But the show was about to start, so he said we should stay for a while.
After about 10 minutes I looked around and saw the tattooed guy standing by the ladies’ room door, waving to me. I told Luke that my stomach was upset and that I would be right back. But when I got to the ladies’ room the guy wasn’t there. I went inside but didn’t see anybody. Disappointed, I started to leave. Then one of the stall doors opened, and there he was. Before I could move he had whipped out his large thick cock, pulled my dress up around my waist, bent me over a sink and shoved himself into my wet pussy. He would have scared me, except that it was so exciting! I could see him in the mirror, fucking my pussy really hard, and I came all over his dick. What a turn-on!
When he was about to come I asked him not to shoot in my pussy, because my husband would know. I wanted him pull out and come on my ass. But the next thing I knew I felt him spurting right up my cunt. And there was a lot of sperm, shooting so hard and deep inside me that I came again all over his big dick.
He pulled out of me then, zipped himself up and winked at me. “It’s been real, baby,” he said, and left the room. I was pissed, but I had to admit I had loved fucking him.
I tried to wipe out as much of his come as I could, but it normally takes 20 to 30 minutes for Luke’s sperm to drip out of me, so I was really worried. My mind started going wild, and I even started crying, scared that my marriage would be over if Luke found out.
Then I heard a girl’s voice saying, “Is everything okay?” I turned around and saw this gorgeous girl of about 22. Her nipples were poking out against her thin shirt, and boy, did she have cleavage!
I stopped crying and told her what had happened. “That’s a man for you,” this girl said. “Okay, don’t worry. First I’m going to tell your husband you’re okay, and that you’re just not feeling good.” So I told her where Luke was sitting. “Wait here,” she said, and went out. Five minutes later she was back. “It’s okay,” she said. “I told him I’m taking care of you, and not to worry. He said he’s ready to leave whenever you want, but to take your time.”
She then told me her name was Lana, and asked me how old I was. When I told her I was 28, she said, “No way! I figured 23 at most. Damn, girl, you look good. I love your tits. Are they real?” I said yes. “Can I see them?” Lana asked.
Before I could answer she pulled the straps of my dress down. “Wow!” she said, then put her hands on my tits and told me how awesome they were. I forgot all about what had just happened with that dick who fucked me, especially when Lana slid her hand up my dress, slipping two fingers inside me with ease. The guy’s come was dripping onto her hand. It was really sexy to see his white cream all over her tanned fingers.
“Don’t worry,” Lana said then. “We’ll get all that fucker’s shit out of you.” Then, to my extreme surprise, she knelt down and started eating my pussy! Oh shit! Was this really happening? I mean, I had never cheated on my husband before, and here I was doing it with a guy and a girl all in one night!
Lana used her sweet mouth and tongue on me until I came all over her face. “God, your pussy tastes good!” she told me then. “And don’t worry, there’s not a drop of come left in there. Your husband will never know.”
I then told her that I wanted to eat her pussy in return. She just smiled. “Next time,” she said, and she gave me her number. “Now go home and fuck your husband. He will never suspect anything.”
I thanked her and told her I would pay her back. “I know you will, baby,” she said, smiling again. “I’m looking forward to it.”
So am I.—Name and address withheld
I am a 26-year-old woman with an athletic build, brown eyes, and straight brown hair with frosted blonde highlights. I have been with my husband Ray for four wonderful years now but what I want to tell you about is what happened on the night before my wedding.
I had already been living with Ray for two years by that time, but we had decided to stay apart the night before we got married, thinking that somehow that would make the day more special. So my best friend and maid of honor, Sally, along with some of the bridesmaids, rented the honeymoon suite at a fancy local hotel for all of us to spend the night, as a kind of wedding present.
Shortly after arriving at the hotel, the bridesmaids decided that they wanted to have a night out on the town. I did not want to drink too much the night before I got married, so I decided to stay at the hotel and take advantage of the Jacuzzi and the complimentary champagne and strawberries that had come with the suite. Sally then decided that she would stay also, and keep me company.
Once we were alone we decided to open a bottle of champagne and try out the Jacuzzi. We stripped down to our bra and panties and got into the large tub. I was wearing green thong panties and a green bra. Sally was wearing white thong panties, but she didn’t have a bra, so she put on my white T-shirt. We found some soft jazz on the radio and broke out the champagne and strawberries.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my pre-wedding jitters or what, but at one point I looked across the tub at Sally and got the definite feeling that she was looking at my breasts, almost as if she were undressing me with her eyes. I then became aware that I could see her breasts through the wet T-shirt, and that her nipples appeared almost perfect as they pushed out against the thin material.
When Sally got up to get some more champagne, I couldn’t help noticing that I could see the outline of her pussy through her panties. I could tell that it was shaved bald. It made me feel a little funny.
I thought of a lesbian scene in a movie that I had watched with my boyfriend years ago, and I suddenly found myself fantasizing about touching that pussy. I thought about placing my hand on the inside of her thigh, and the gasping sound she would make as I touched her clitoris.
Oh my god, I thought, am I becoming a lesbian? I decided that I’d had enough bathing, and started to get out of the tub. Sally then did the same, and as we climbed out her arm brushed against my breast, and touched my already throbbing nipple. I found myself almost panting and wanting more, but I didn’t want Sally to find out what I was thinking. How would she react?
We got out of the tub and dried ourselves off. I couldn’t help feeling even more excited as I watched Sally plying her towel, looking avidly at her perfect breasts and her long brown hair.
We got into our pajamas then, and began to talk about the wedding, but I kept being distracted by the feeling that Sally’s green eyes were looking deep into my soul. Had she noticed me looking at her? Did she have the same feelings? Or was it all just my addled imagination?
At one point we decided that I would try on my wedding dress, to make sure it fit properly. As I slipped it on, Sally took up the garter that was part of the wedding outfit and said, “Here, don’t forget this.” She then went down onto her knees to put the garter over my foot, and slid it up to my thigh. I wasn’t wearing any panties because I don’t wear them to bed. As Sally pulled the garter up, she brushed the lips of my moist and throbbing pussy. I let out a gasp. My breathing was unsteady. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying not to let her know what I was feeling.
Sally fussily repositioned the garter, and once again her fingers brushed my pussy, this time touching my clit. My cunt felt as if it was on fire. I wanted her to touch me more, and I wanted to touch her too. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She still had her hand on the garter, and she was looking right into my eyes. Then I felt her fingers move further up my thigh and directly onto my pussy, her eyes never leaving mine.
I was very nervous. I opened my legs wider to let Sally know that I wanted her to continue. She moved her soft fingers around my pussy, and I found myself experiencing a kind of ecstasy I had never known before. I knew my juices were flowing copiously over Sally’s fingers.
She continued to touch me ever so gently, almost as if she was teasing me. Then she stood up, still looking me in the eyes, and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back. I could feel her tongue rolling around mine. I brought my hand to the crotch of her pajama bottoms and found it wet and very hot. I touched her pussy through the material, and I felt her tremble as she took in such a sharp breath that it sounded like she was coming on the spot. She broke the kiss and moved her mouth to my neck, where I could feel her hot, rapid breath against my skin.
We continued to touch each other and kiss, and finally I took off my wedding dress and we lay down on the bed. Our kissing became more passionate and intense. I opened her pajama shirt and brought my hands to her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and perfectly round. I laid her on her back and I began to caress those breasts. Then I took a nipple into my mouth and played with it with my tongue, and as I did so I slid a hand down and began to massage her clit. Sally arched off the bed, her body straining as if in orgasm, and then her hand found mine and assisted me as I pleasured her. I had never felt so hot and horny in my life.
Sally’s breathing became faster and heavier. She took hold of my fingers and placed them inside her. Then she began to move her hips up and down, moving on my fingers, her pussy getting wetter all the time.
She moaned with passion as I moved down over her and brought my mouth to her crotch. I placed my tongue on her clit and was thrilled by the taste of her. It was like nothing that I had tasted before, sweet and bitter at the same time.
I again put a finger into her as she moved up and down on my face, her breath coming in gasps. Then I felt her body tighten up, and her pussy clamped around my finger and started to throb. She pushed herself hard against my face as I licked harder and faster. Then it was as if a dam had opened. “I’m coming!” Sally cried out, and I felt the warm juices running onto my tongue. I couldn’t get enough.
Sally pulled me up to her then, and we lay on our sides, facing each other. We kissed lovingly. Sally placed her hand on my inner thigh and began to massage my pussy. I could hardly breathe. After a minute I turned onto my back and spread my legs wide. I wanted nothing more than to have Sally do to me what I had done to her.
Sally continued to rub my pussy. She bent to kiss me again, then moved her lips down to my neck, then further down, until I felt her tongue touch my nipple. Then she kissed it, and her mouth moved back and forth between my breasts, sucking on the hard tips.
After a minute her head moved down. I felt her tongue in my belly button, then sliding down to my crotch. She looked up into my eyes for a moment, then started to lick my clit gently. I heard myself moaning. Her tongue moved down, over my pussy, and as I strained off the bed she brought it to my ass. She stayed there for what felt like an eternity, and I found myself almost hyperventilating until she pulled away.
Sally now took my hand in hers and brought my fingers to her mouth to moisten them, then placed them on my clit. I was so horny that I could not help rubbing myself. I raised my head and saw that Sally now had her eyes closed and was also massaging herself, and breathing hard. I almost came right there and then.
Finally Sally moved my hand away and placed her mouth on my clit, sucking and licking it at the same time. Her finger went inside me as her tongue flicked back and forth. I was now moaning uncontrollably and moving my hips up and down and from side to side. My pussy began to pulsate it was as though I could feel my heartbeat in my clit. Then my orgasm hit me with a force that I had never felt before. I couldn’t breathe. My toes curled up and my entire body arched off the bed as I grabbed Sally’s hair and pulled her face harder into my cunt.
As my spasms slowly subsided, Sally moved up to lie on top of me. I could feel her knee against my pussy. I kissed her, tasting my own juices I kissed her harder and longer than I had ever kissed anybody. As I did so I started to move my pussy up and down on her thigh. She pressed her crotch against me as well I could feel her wet pussy lips spread open on my leg. We squirmed together, maneuvering so that we could rub our crotches against each other, and we moved back and forth, both of us moaning and gasping. I could feel her pussy lips engulfing mine, and mine spreading over hers. Then our clits touched, and it was like an electric charge. We heaved together, crying out our joy as we both came.
Our movements slowed and then stopped, but we continued to kiss, our hands moving up and down each other’s body. I looked into Sally’s eyes, and I could see in them the same kind of satisfaction I was feeling, a kind we had never known before.
As we looked at each other, Sally suddenly gave me a wicked grin. “Should we tell anyone?” she asked. I said I thought we’d better not, but that I would really like to do it again sometime soon, and she agreed.
We were both asleep when the other girls came back. The next morning we woke up and got ready for the wedding, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Sally.
We had two limousines scheduled to take us from the hotel to the wedding. The bridesmaids went in one, and Sally and I rode together in the other. The black glass partition was up, separating us from the driver. As we drove toward the church, Sally slid closer and slowly slid her hand up under my dress, moving my panties to the side and massaging my pussy. I instantly felt myself getting hot. Sally raised her own dress, and without even thinking I slid my hand up her thigh. My pussy began to throb as I felt her fingers move around my clit. My own fingers slipped beneath her panties and emulated her movements. Sally placed a finger inside me while continuing to stroke my clit. I felt myself rushing toward climax, but I didn’t want her to stop, and she didn’t. Even as I was coming I played with her clit faster and faster, until she let out a gasp and her body gave a series of jolts.
We looked at each other and smiled as the car pulled up to the church, where everyone was waiting. Then I got out of the limo and went in and got married.—J.L., New Orleans, Louisiana