Jake, the 18-year-old son of my next door neighbor, usually came over to visit me at least once a week. Sometimes he’d bring one of his friends from school, usually his best friend, Vince. Supposedly it was to see if I had any odd jobs they could help me with. They’d hang around, maybe do a bit of work, have a soda and then leave. It happened so much that I soon realized it was more than pure neighborliness that kept them stopping by.
Jake and Vince were always staring at me, then exchanging quick glances with each other. Now I’m still not bad looking, though I’m no beauty queen but what attracts most men is my chest. I’m a 38D, and my nipples stand straight out, about half an inch long when fully erect. So even though I’m 46, men still stare at me when I’m out shopping. I don’t mind at all actually I love the attention. So I could hardly blame Jake and his young friends for looking.
In the summer I normally wear just a T-shirt around the house, but after a while, when I knew Jake and Vince would be stopping by, I started wearing tight shirts or low-cut blouses, just to tease them a little.
One day they came around just after I’d gotten out of the shower. I heard the doorbell and yelled out the window for them to come around to the back door, since it was unlocked. I closed the bathroom door and dried off. I wanted to dress in something revealing, so I wrapped a towel around myself and went to my bedroom. I threw the towel on the bed and started to get something from my closet when I heard a movement in the doorway behind me. I turned around to see Jake standing there, with Vince right behind him.
Stark naked, I simply stood there and asked calmly, “What’s wrong, boys? You see something you like?”
Their eyes were popping. “Oh God yes!” Jake said in hoarse voice. “Damn, you’re sexy!”
“Thanks,” I said as they continued to stare. Then a sudden streak of wickedness overtook me. “Okay, now you’ve seen me,” I said boldly. “Now, I want to see both of you.”
They looked nervous, but I pointed out that this was only fair. That was all the encouragement they needed. Awkwardly, they both started to undress, and when they dropped their pants two very erect young penises sprang into view.
“Oh my,” I said. “Look at those young hard dicks.”
Jake stepped forward, his cock swaying as he approached me. He reached out an unsteady hand and touched my breasts. “Damn, Vince,” he gasped, “You should feel this!”
Vince moved in front of me and ran a finger across my nipples. With two hard dicks so close to me, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I reached out with both hands and took a cock in each one. They felt warm and smooth, yet so hard. I stroked them briefly, then tugged on them gently, pulling the guys toward the bed. Then I lay down and spread my legs as they both stared at my hairy pussy. Vince then asked me if he could touch it.
“Anything you want,” I told them.
Now I could feel their hands moving around my pussy and ass, and I got even more excited. I motioned to Vince and he got on the bed beside me, his dick right in front of my face. I pulled that cock to my mouth and, Jake watched wide-eyed as I took it in, running my tongue around the head of it. I looked Jake in the eye and said, “Fuck me.”
Vince was moaning as Jake scrambled between my legs. His cock pressed against my cunt briefly before he thrust forward and entered me. He began thrusting, and the feeling of having one dick in my mouth and another in my pussy was just too much. I plunged my mouth down on Vince’s cock as I came, sucking hard.
He came in a second, his cock twitching and jetting hot come down my gulping throat. My spasms set Jake off, and I felt him jerk inside me and fill my pussy with his eager load.
After a quick rest I sucked them both hard again, and they switched places. We fucked and sucked for the rest of the day, and since then Jake stops by almost every day, alone or with a friend. He has introduced me to many of his other friends by now, and each visit is extremely exciting and pleasurable.—C.R., Rutland, Vermont
My friend Allen’s mom used to weigh about 190 pounds, but the day she turned 39 she went on a high-impact exercise program, and by her 40th birthday she looked incredible. I was 18 by then, and I could barely be around her without getting horny. She had a body that would make a 20-year-old woman proud.
Naturally her confidence increased and she began wearing revealing form-fitting clothes that showed off the results of her hard work. I got a first-hand demonstration of this one day before school when I stopped off to give Allen a ride. Shirley, his mom, came downstairs in a tight miniskirt and a thin blouse that showed her lacy bra and nicely tanned cleavage. Her full round boobs could have stopped a train. Her silky chestnut-brown hair and smooth bronzed skin added to the total effect, which was so arousing that I couldn’t stop staring.
When she bent to get some fruit from a low shelf in her fridge, her skirt rode up so that I could see the entire length of her great legs, plus a part of her firm luscious ass and the crotch of her skimpy white panties. She seemed to stay in that position a little longer than she needed to, and I suspected she was doing it to tease me. I was totally hard by the time she straightened up again. She looked me right in the eye as she took a bite of her apple, then smiled wickedly as her eyes flicked down to my crotch. “Wow, Danny,” she said, “are you glad to see me or what?”
I turned about three shades of red and looked away, too embarrassed to answer her. Then, in a hushed tone, she said, “Show me.” Stunned, I looked back at her, and she repeated her request. “Show me.”
“But Allen might—” I started to say, but she cut me off and told me to hurry. So I did. I couldn’t believe I was really sitting there in my friend’s kitchen, showing his sexy mom my hard cock.
“You have a nice cock, Danny,” she said, stepping closer to me. Then she sank slowly to her knees. She took my dick in her hand and stroked it gently, then kissed the tip before giving it a few licks. I moaned, already on the verge of coming. But just then we heard Allen coming down the stairs, and she pulled away as I quickly tucked myself back in. Allen and I left for school, but all I could think about all day was what had happened that morning with Allen’s mom.
One night several weeks later my friend Philip and I stopped by their house to give Allen a ride to basketball practice. When Shirley opened the door it took me a minute to recognize her. Her hair was dyed a platinum blonde, and was cut fashionably short.
“Well, do you like my new look?” she asked, and I told her she looked incredible, which was true. She told us that Allen had already left, but when I said we’d better go too, she told us to come in and stay awhile. Well, practice or no practice, who could resist an invitation like that?
In the living room she sat us on the sofa and put on some soft music. “Since you like my new look so much, I may as well show you everything,” she said, and she began a tantalizing striptease. I couldn’t believe it, and Philip was at least as stunned as I was. She threw her blouse and bra on the recliner and shook her perfectly formed tits for us, then turned her back to us and bent over as she lowered her skirt, giving us a nice long look at her gorgeous ass. She was wearing the sexiest panties I’d ever seen.
She straightened up then and turned back to us, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny panties. But then she stopped. “Before I go further I want you to show me what you have,” she told us. “It’ll be a lot more fun if we’re all naked.”
Philip and I were naked in seconds. Shirley seemed to approve of our hard dicks. She then got down on the floor, stuck her gorgeous legs in the air and peeled off her panties.
Naked, she lay sprawled out, legs open, displaying her perfectly smooth, freshly shaved pussy. The only tan line on her entire body was a pale patch where her pussy hair used to be.
“Okay,” she teased. “Who wants first taste?” We practically had a fight over who would go first, and Philip won, the bastard. He got down and began eating out that awesome cunt. I wasn’t too upset, since I got to play with her tits while she massaged my cock and balls. After a while Philip and I traded places, and I got to eat her delicious pussy.
After she came she had the two of us sit side by side on the sofa while she sucked our cocks, moving back and forth between them. She actually let Philip come in her mouth, eagerly swallowing his entire load. Then she let me slide my cock into that incredible cunt. I pounded her for all I was worth, and she responded wildly to each thrust.
Philip got another hard-on watching us, and he was soon demanding a turn at fucking her too. I pulled out of her quivering pussy as Philip took over. I knelt over her with my dick in her face, and she sucked me to a climax, my come shooting all over her face and tits. Not much later she came again as Philip blasted his load deep inside her.
When we had recovered Philip and I got dressed and left. We had missed most of practice, and we told the coach that my car broke down, but he made us run laps until we were exhausted. But it was worth it to fuck Allen’s mom, and I can’t wait to do it again.—D.L., Carson City, Nevada
I have to say that turning 40 didn’t really bother me, since I still have pretty much the same figure I had when I graduated from high school. I did add a cup size, so that I now measure 34C-23-33, and I weigh in at 106, two pounds heavier than I was then. I have good genes, and never having had a baby had a lot to do with it too.
I married Ron, my high school sweetheart, when I was 18, and 24 years later we’re still very much in love—although we did add another member to our family about four years ago, when Ron’s good friend Ezra moved in with us and became my second husband. Ron and I have always had an active sex life, but from the beginning he accepted the fact that I was more than one man could handle. I had many lovers over the years, but always with my husband’s knowledge and consent. But as we got a little older Ron suggested we find a permanent lover for me, and together we chose Ezra. Of course we couldn’t be legally married, but Ezra and I went on a honeymoon and fucked like teenagers for a week before returning to unite with Ron.
For several years I was very content with this arrangement, and I enjoyed being envied by those of my girlfriends who knew about my lifestyle. For the first time in my life I found myself rebuffing passes from other men instead of catching them with open legs, and I found it exciting to leave a man wanting me rather than just having had me. Four years of being a faithful wife was unheard of for me, even though it was to two men rather than one, and I must say I was rather proud of it. I generally slept with Ron and Ezra on alternate nights, but I always give the one who’d be sleeping alone a special treat before joining my partner for the night. Of course there were also times when the two of them took me together, and those were the times I enjoyed most.
Last fall my parents decided to retire to Florida from their lifelong home in the northern Rockies, and in the spring my dad called me to ask if I would get their motor home out of storage and drive it down there, so they could explore the southeast states. Ron and Ezra were a bit apprehensive about my making the trip alone, but neither of them could get away for the two weeks the trip would take. We thought about hiring a professional driver, but found it to be more costly than it was worth.
We were discussing this one day when our friend Jan was visiting. She said her son Evan had just been laid off from his job as a truck driver. He’d found another job, but it didn’t start for six weeks, and she thought he might be willing to go with me. Ron and I remembered Evan as a young kid, but now he was 22. Ron said it sounded like a good idea, and told Jan to ask him.
Later that night I teasingly told the guys that it might not be a good idea to send me off for two weeks with a handsome young man like Evan, who was probably just as horny as I always was. They looked at one another and smiled. Then they told me they had already talked about that, and decided it just might be a good idea for me to kick over the traces with a young stud, as long as it was temporary and I would remember to come back to them when it was over.
Jan called the next day and said Evan had agreed to go, and 10 days later he and I set out in my jeep, since it would be easy to tow behind the motor home. I wore jeans and a long-sleeved blouse to fend off the cool morning air after spending a couple of steamy hours screwing both my husbands before leaving. They’d both been hornier than usual, and afterwards they’d encouraged me to relax and enjoy myself with Evan, and to tell them all about it when I returned.
By 11 o’clock it was getting hot, so when we stopped for fuel I went to the ladies’ room and changed into a short denim skirt and a crop top. I knew my young friend would surely manage to get an eyeful of the clinging crotch of my light blue panties under the brief skirt. His eyes just about popped out when I rejoined him. He held the car door for me as I got in, and I deliberately let my skirt ride up to give him a quick crotch shot.
Evan’s previously shy and respectful attitude started changing after that, and he became quite flirty, and even a little touchy. Towards evening I mentioned that we should find a place to spend the night, after 10 hours on the road. Since I was paying all expenses, he suggested that I pick the place, I chose a nice motel with a pool, and he waited while I checked us in. I got us one room with two beds. I wasn’t actually intending to screw him that first night, but a little teasing never hurt, and I wanted to give him a chance to get to know me a little more intimately.
Evan was surprised when he learned we’d be sharing a room, but I told him he’d better get used to being close to me, since we’d be damn close in the motor home, and besides, I was old enough to be his mother. He came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders, saying, “Well, you might be my mom’s age, but you look like you’re at least fifteen years younger.”
I thanked him for the compliment and removed his hands, telling him to go get some ice while I put my swimsuit on so I could cool off in the pool. When he was gone I put on a yellow two-piece suit that enhanced my breasts and molded itself to my curvy little ass and the promising mound between my legs. I knew that when it got wet the suit would ride up enough to expose tufts of red pubic hair at the juncture of my thighs.
There were only a couple of young girls in the pool, plus an older man sitting in a lounge chair, who watched every move I made while rubbing his crotch. Evan stayed close to me and took full advantage of the display I was giving him, and I made it better by not tugging my suit down once.
After swimming we walked across the street to eat and have a few cold beers before going back to the room.
There I got ready for bed, changing into a T-shirt and white semi-transparent bikini panties that left little to the imagination. I then stood in front of the dresser brushing out my hair, while providing Evan a good view of my charms. I was enjoying teasing him, but it was also turning me on, and if he had made any kind of serious move I would have spread my legs in a heartbeat. But he just stared at my ass and the mirrored reflection of my bush until I slipped into my bed.
Evan turned out the lights before stripping down to his underwear, but enough light seeped into the room so that I could see the erection tenting his boxers as he got into bed. We lay there in silence for some time, and he must have thought I was asleep, for after a while I could see the covers on his bed moving up and down slowly.
“Evan,” I said softly, “are you masturbating?”
The movement stopped instantly, and even in the dimness I could almost see him blushing. “It’s okay,” I told him. “Is it because of me?”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a strained voice. “But I haven’t been with a woman since I broke up with my last girlfriend. And seeing you in just those panties and that top, I—well, it just got me—I mean—”
“It’s okay,” I said again. Then, after a pause, I said, “Can you keep a secret, Evan?”
“Sure,” he replied. “What is it?”
“Well, there isn’t one yet,” I said. “But there would be if I helped you out with my hands. Would you like that, Evan?”
I heard him gasp. “Are you serious?” he breathed.
I turned back my covers. “Come over here and let me see what I can do for you,” I said. I could see in the dim light that he had removed his shorts and was fully erect as he joined me and pressed his body against my side. Feeling his cock throbbing against my thigh made hot juices begin to flow freely between my legs. “My, did I really cause this?” I said as I slowly stroked his rigid cock.
“To tell you the truth,” Evan said, “I’ve practically been walking around with an erection ever since I found out I might make this trip with you. You might have a lot more experience than me, but you’re about the most desirable woman I know. So believe me, this isn’t the first hard-on you’ve given me!”
I kissed him tenderly, then told him to roll over on his back and enjoy this. I turned the bedside lamp on low, then knelt by his loins, examining his throbbing cock. It was easily eight inches long, and thicker than that of either of my men back home. But what really caught my eye was the lust-swollen head. Its rim extended half an inch beyond the shaft all around, giving it the appearance of a purple apple sitting on top of a pole.
I encircled that cock with both hands and began stroking it slowly from the base to the big head, causing a large droplet of precome to ooze from the half-inch slit. I smeared it all over the glans, making his cock twitch even more, paying no attention to his pleas for me to pump it harder. When he reached up to fondle my breast through my T-shirt I let go of his cock long enough to remove the shirt, baring my breasts for him to enjoy. My hands worked their magic slowly, teasingly, deliberately frustrating his obvious desire to come.
I kept him teetering on the edge for another five minutes as he fondled my tits. Then, as I’d expected, his hand dropped to my thigh and slowly inched its way upward until he grazed the wet crotch of my panties with his fingertips, and at that point his cock jerked uncontrollably and exploded.
I was fascinated by the amount of semen that spurted out of his dick as the strong pulses of his orgasm racked his body. When he was finished we cuddled for a few minutes before I cleaned him up with a warm cloth. As I did so his hand once again found its way to my wet crotch.
I had really intended to just give him a handjob and send him back to his bed, making him wait until the next night before actually fucking him but as his fingers danced all around my sensitive cunt lips and my clit through the thin panties while I watched him quickly become erect again, my resolution weakened.
Evan instinctively sensed that I was his now, and I didn’t resist as he rolled me onto my back and removed my panties, preparing to go down on me. He didn’t dive in as most men do, but slowly worked his way up my thighs, teasing me as I had teased him. But once his tongue parted my slick labia to delve into the nectar flowing from my pussy, there was no more teasing. He probed deeply into my cunt, then licked the full length of it before circling my swollen clit twice with his tongue. I was so aroused from handling his cock and watching him come that I gushed in his face as my climax hit. He gave me a moment to enjoy it, then took me to heaven two more times before moving up, poising his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy. Then he paused, holding his prick between my splayed labia while he asked me if I wanted to go all the way.
I grasped the cheeks of his ass, saying, “Yes, Evan, don’t talk, just fuck me! I need you to fuck me right now!” Then I let out a gasp as his huge cockhead popped past my tight entrance. “Oh my God, that feels good!” I moaned as he slowly fed his dick into my pussy. I pulled my knees up as high as I could, giving him full access to the core of my sex. Once I felt his balls kiss my anus I began to praise him, telling him how good he was, whispering dirty things in his ear to urge him on, until I lost the ability to talk as my passion rose.
I was just about there when he gasped out, “I’ve got to pull out, I’m going to come!” I locked my legs around his ass to keep him from withdrawing, and moments later felt him throbbing inside me as we both exploded. I felt a copious amount of warm wet semen saturating my vagina, gradually seeping out around his embedded cock to trickle down over my pulsing asshole.
As his erection faded his flaccid penis slipped out of me, making an audible plop and releasing a stream of semen that pooled under my ass. I couldn’t believe how much sperm he had in him, especially considering that he’d unloaded a gusher less then half an hour earlier. Evan told me how good I was, and I assured him he was damn good himself, and very soon he was plowing my furrow again.
I lost track of how many times he jumped me that night, but as with any new partner, I was as horny as he was, and ready to put out anytime he got it up. It was nearly noon before we got on the road the next day, and the following night was every bit as passionate as the first. He nearly went out of his mind when I deep-throated him before planting my hot come-filled pussy in his face.
We finally got the motor home and started for Florida, but we weren’t in any hurry, and frequently took advantage of various rest stops to stretch our legs and get our rocks off. It really felt like another honeymoon my third! as we fucked at the drop of a hat, never getting enough of each other.
Of course it had to come to an end eventually, and when I got home at last I found Ron and Ezra waiting for me. They were all over me the moment I got into the house, peppering me with questions faster than I could answer them. Then Ezra threw me over his shoulder and hauled me up to his room, with Ron following. They had me stripped to my panties in a flash, somehow undressing themselves in the process. A second later I was on the bed, with both of them pressing their hard cocks against my thighs.
Ron and I shared an intense passion-filled kiss while Ezra slipped off my wet panties. He then pulled my legs apart and whistled. “Look at that!” he said. “It looks like we have a very naughty wife on our hands, Ron.” Ron sat up and looked down at my ravaged cunt, where a steady stream of Evan’s come oozed from between my puffy lips. We had had a farewell fuck in the car just before I’d dropped him off.
“Yes, that Evan comes a lot!” I told them. This seemed to make them both even randier, and they took turns hosing me, each adding their load to Evan’s several times, while I briefed them on my raunchy adventures until we all fell asleep, exhausted.
The next morning, after they had both fucked me in the ass, Ron said to me, “You know, Ezra and I realize that we are no longer in our prime. We’re beginning to slow down a little. So we think it might be a good idea for you to continue seeing Evan occasionally, just so you won’t get bored. I think you’d like that, right, babe?”
As I always say, the only thing better than having an understanding husband is having two!—R.N., Denver, Colorado
I am a married 45-year-old housewife. One day last summer I was pruning my rosebushes when our neighbor’s 20-year-old son Steve walked into my yard and struck up a conversation. I hadn’t seen him since he’d started college, and I couldn’t help noticing how attractive this young man had become. To my surprise I felt a kind of tingle that I hadn’t felt in a long time, especially since my 50-year-old husband and I don’t have sex nearly as much as we used to. But I pushed any wicked thoughts out of my head, telling myself that not only was I married, I was also old enough to be his mom.
As we talked, I also noticed that he seemed to be looking at me in a different way from the way he’d regarded me when he was younger. It seemed as though he was checking me out a little, and I had to admit I liked it.
Taking a chance, and knowing I probably shouldn’t, I invited him in for a glass of iced tea. We sat at the kitchen table and talked some more. When we finished our drinks, I took the glasses to the sink to rinse them out, and as I did so I was suddenly aware of him standing very close behind me—so close, in fact, that his crotch was brushing against my round butt. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts, but I clearly felt his bulge pressing against me. Before I knew it, his hands had slipped around me to hold my breasts through my white blouse as he actually ground his hard cock into my butt. I heard his voice telling me excitedly how sexy I was, and how he’d always wanted me.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was excited, but felt guilty about it, so I pushed myself away and told him I couldn’t cheat on my husband, despite my desires. He apologized then, saying that I had always been his fantasy, and that he couldn’t help himself. Then, in a sudden turnabout, he started begging me to let him have sex with me. I told him no, but he persisted until I told him he should leave. I then turned and walked out, heading down the hall to my bedroom. When I heard the front door open and shut I figured he was gone. I was still so excited that I had to do something. I fell on my bed and began rubbing myself through my clothes, bringing myself to a strong climax.
Just as I was coming down from my sexual high, I looked up to see Steve standing there, his hard young cock in his hand. He had never left! Without a word he walked to my bed and stood beside me, stroking himself as he looked down at me. I just lay there and watched him. After a minute he said, “Please touch it.”
As if in a daze, I reached up with trembling hands to touch him, and then stroke him. He leaned over and ran a hand up my bare leg to the crotch of my shorts and rubbed me there. It felt so good that I didn’t stop him when he unbuttoned my shorts. I even lifted my butt off the bed so he could pull my them off, along with my panties. He then spread my legs wide as he kissed my inner thighs, then began kissing, licking and sucking my very excited pussy. His talented tongue and fingers took me to new heights, and I came over and over.
During one of my climaxes he quickly climbed on top of me. I made a half-hearted attempt to close my legs, but I didn’t resist when he pushed them apart again, and I felt the tip of his cock searching for my entrance. He quickly found it, and I gasped as he slid easily into me with one strong push.
He wasted no time as he urgently began thrusting in and out of me. Soon my moans were filling the room as the headboard of the bed banged repeatedly against the wall. I came twice more before he gasped loudly and unloaded his sperm inside me.
After that I had to chase him out before my husband and children came home. Once he was gone the guilt began to set in, and I promised myself it would never happen again.
But around two o’clock the next afternoon I was prepping vegetables for supper when the doorbell rang. It was Steve. I let him in and tried to act as though nothing had happened the previous day but he was soon standing behind me again, stroking my hair and my butt, asking if everything was okay. I told him that what we had done was wrong in so many ways that it could never happen again. Steve didn’t say anything. He just continued to stroke my ass, and then he began kissing my neck, which always gets me hot. I began to get that same tingling feeling in the pit of my tummy, and before I knew it we were in the bedroom again.
Steve kept telling me how much he wanted me as he pulled his clothes off, his hard prick standing up proudly. I tried to reason with him in a last attempt to save my soul, but since I was also undressing at the time, I guess he didn’t take it too seriously. As I stood in my bra and panties, he came to me and gently pushed me back on the bed, and for the second time in two days I lifted my hips so he could slide my panties off. Again he kissed my inner thighs, ate my pussy and got me off before quickly mounting me and fucking me in a frenzy that had us both yelling in climax as his strong young come spurted into me.
It soon became a regular thing for Steve to come over during the day. As a matter of fact, our affair is still going on, and shows no signs of letting up. I don’t feel guilty anymore, and I’m more satisfied than I’ve been in years, So everything is just fine, provided we don’t get caught.—Name and address withheld
Alicia, my live-in girlfriend, is a gorgeous lady, but she rarely wears anything other than baggy cargo pants, painter pants or loose jeans. Her shirts and blouses are always loose-fitting too, and the only time she shows her fabulous legs is when she wears shorts, which is seldom. This bothers me, since she’s five feet six and has a great body. I often plead with her to wear dresses, heels and stockings, but she always says no.
Now Alicia’s mom Laura is a different story. Certain older women have appealed to me from time to time, and Laura is definitely among them. She’s about five feet seven, with black hair and light skin. She has lovely breasts, probably about 42D, and they are quite firm for a 45-year-old mother of three. She works as an office manager, so she always wears dresses or skirts that show off her nylon-clad legs. Whenever Alicia and I visit her folks, I generally find myself fantasizing about those mature legs.
Laura and I have always gotten along well, and last month she called me to ask if I would help her move some furniture the next day, as her husband was out of town, promising to cook me a nice meal as a reward. Of course I told her I’d be happy to.
When I got there she met me at the door wearing a tight black thigh-length skirt and matching business jacket. Under the jacket was a lace top that hinted at the curves of her breasts. I glanced down at her legs and saw she was wearing flesh-colored hose and black pumps.
I was already excited as she greeted me with a smile and let me in. As I started to move the furniture under her direction, she took off her shoes to help me. Her red-painted toes looked so sexy encased in her hose that I was soon ready to pop.
When we finished she fed me an excellent meal, with chocolate cheesecake for dessert. “I love chocolate,” she purred as we consumed it. “It makes me so horny.”
I felt myself blush as I glanced down at her crossed legs. My cock was throbbing.
Laura broke the ensuing silence by asking if I had managed to get Alicia to dress up for me yet. “How do you know about that?” I asked.
“Oh, she told me all about it,” Laura replied, smiling. I then found myself telling her how I wished that Alicia would dress as nicely as her mother—sexy, but not slutty. Laura took this so well that I went on to say boldly how much I admired her legs as well.
“Why, thank you,” she said, smiling again. “Are you a leg man?” With that she raised her right leg and brought it all the way up, pointing her toes at the ceiling and running her hands from her stocking-covered ankle to her thigh. She stared into my eyes as she did that, then slowly brought the leg down again.
I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her at that moment. I knew she could see the lust in my eyes. “Do you know what I need right now?” Laura said. Before I could answer she got up from her chair and sat on the table in front of me. She raised both legs and put a foot on each of my arms, her skirt sliding up. I looked between her legs and saw the crotch of her pantyhose guarding her trimmed bush. She wore no panties.
“I know what you want,” she said huskily. “But you have to earn it first.” Then she ripped open the crotch of her pantyhose and rubbed her pussy. I leaned forward and tried to taste her, but she pushed me back.
“Rules first,” she panted. “You can do what you want with my legs and feet, but first you have to lick me. You can have my ass, but not my pussy. Okay?”
All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe that all my fantasies about this woman were about to come true.
I quickly dropped my pants while she removed her jacket. Her lace top was even sexier than it had seemed, almost revealing her hard nipples. She rolled onto her stomach and pulled her skirt to her waist. I kissed and licked my way from her legs to her feet, then back up to her round ass cheeks. I began kissing and tonguing her ass, marveling at its taste and scent. She was creaming in pleasure by the time I decided to go for it. She was in a frenzy, stroking her clit as I got in position, and with one forceful thrust I plunged into her ass.
The warm wet tightness of her hole sent pleasure rocketing through me. I started a steady rhythm as I pumped in and out of her. Her screams got louder, exciting me even more. I began to thrust harder and harder, and she came again. I actually felt her twitching when she climaxed, and I let go with a shout, shooting my jism deep in her ass.
I left soon after that, but needless to say I have been back to do things for her many times, when her husband is away, and she always repays me well. So I’ve given up trying to convince Alicia to dress up anymore. Why bother, when I can always get her mom to do it for me?—J.H., Albany, New York
There was good news and bad news in my life last year. The bad news was that my dad’s reserve unit was sent to Afghanistan for a 14-month rotation. Since my mom had died several years earlier, this meant I had to live with my aunt while attending the local college. Around that time Kim, my dad’s 38-year-old girlfriend, found out she was pregnant. What came out of that situation turned out to be the good news.
Since Kim lived alone, my dad asked me to look in on her from time to time to see if there was anything I could help her with. I went to see her a couple of times a week. Her pregnancy continued to progress, and by her sixth month it looked like she had a basketball in her belly. Then something strange happened. I started to get turned on by the shape of her body.
It was awkward when I found myself getting a hard-on in front of her. I would often have to turn away, or to hold a book or something in front of my crotch to hide the bulge.
One night Kim asked me if her being pregnant made me nervous. I said no, but she obviously didn’t believe me. She said I seemed edgy and flushed when I was around her, and she asked me what was up. I tried to laugh it off, but she persisted, and finally I blurted it out. “I hope you won’t be upset,” I told her, “but I get kind of excited when I’m around you. I mean, you’re the first really pregnant woman I’ve been around, and I—I don’t know, you just—it just turns me on, for some reason.”
She looked surprised, but not mad, which was a relief. “Really?” she asked. “Well, I guess motherhood can be a sensual experience.” Then she asked me if I wanted to touch her belly.
I was hesitant at first, and seeing this, Kim took my hand and placed it on her stomach. Even through her blouse, her skin felt warm. As I touched her my dick got even harder. I tried to hide it with my other hand, but Kim pushed the hand away from my pants, revealing my bulge. She brought her other hand to my fly and looked right into my face as she pulled down my zipper. “It’s okay,” she said quietly, and then she pulled out my cock and started stroking me slowly. Precome glistened on the tip, and she wiped it off with a finger, and then tasted it.
As I watched, practically paralyzed with surprise, she then removed her blouse and showed me her swollen stomach. I moved then, bending to kiss her there and even lick her belly. I was lost in lust now, and I moved up to her heavy breasts, feeling their pleasing fullness against my lips and tongue.
Kim now lay back on the sofa while I gripped my throbbing cock. I rubbed it several times before placing it against her belly and running it around her flesh. More precome oozed from the tip, and I spread it over her skin. She reached down to stroke my dick as I rubbed it over her stomach.
I didn’t want to come too soon I wanted to savor that belly as long as possible. But finally I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I shot my load all over her stomach, and on her breasts as well. Thick globs of come kept spurting out of me, and Kim purred. “Yes, darling, shoot it on me,” she moaned. “Give it all to me.” So I did. I shot more come than I’d ever shot in my life, the sperm puddling on her and running down over her big round belly. She quickly began rubbing it into her skin, and then licked her fingers, saying she loved my taste.
After that, whenever I would stop by to check on Kim, she would stroke me and suck me, then let me shoot my come onto her swollen belly and tits. Soon she was allowing me to rub and finger her very wet pussy while I stroked myself.
One day I got so carried away that I got on my knees and kissed my way from her belly to her pussy. She lay there panting on the sofa with legs spread wide as I kissed her inner thighs, then kissed around her cunt. When her moans got louder I began licking that sweet pussy, and soon brought her to an explosive climax.
While she was still recovering I quickly got up and placed my cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. We looked into each other’s eyes without speaking as I slid my cock into her. Her pussy felt warm, wet and incredible. Her muscles seemed to throb around my shaft, and I only took a few strokes before I was ready to come. “Can I come in you, Kim?” I gasped.
“Yes,” she panted. “You’re not going to get me any more pregnant than I already am.” And with that I let go and shot my load inside her.
Kim and I continued to pleasure each other until she had her baby, and my dad returned home. Our fun may have ended, but Kim and I will always be close, and she’ll always have a special place in my heart.—L.C., St. Paul, Minnesota
My husband was leaving for a fishing trip with eight friends at some remote lake in Canada, right before we were to celebrate our 20th anniversary.
I would miss Stan and our daily lovemaking. I made sure he was dehorned be fore he left, fucking him twice the night before, later sucking his cock until he filled my mouth with a midnight snack. Then, when his alarm went off, we fucked for nearly an hour. After ward, he held me and cuddled me and asked what I was going to do all the time he was gone. I said I thought I might leave our foreman in charge of the shop and take a few days off so I could go up and get our cabin ready for the summer.
It’s so peaceful and quiet, we love it up there. It’s three miles off the main road, and it takes a four-by-four to get there. I sometimes regret we paid through the nose to have a phone put in, but we do need to be reached by the shop sometimes.
I kissed Stan, then whispered that I might ask Tom to join me. He’s a young man I’d gotten acquainted with a few weeks earlier at the bar where we go for drinks nearly every night after work. I’d stopped there one night and sat by Tom.
He had recently been discharged from the Army and had come to town looking for work. He chatted me up, and I flirted back, enjoying the attention of such a hot-looking young man. I’m 38 but don’t think I look it. I’m five feet two, 106 well-placed pounds, and a very sexually adventurous person fortunate to have a husband who understands my needs.
Stan hugged me and said, “I knew it was only a matter of time before you would want to do something like that.” I wasn’t surprised at all when he rolled me on my back and mounted me again. The thought of me being with another man always arouses him.
My panties were soggy all day as I made sure every one in the shop was ready to handle things in my absence. After work I drove to the bar. I was going to the cabin with or without Tom, but I hoped he’d be at the bar and wouldn’t be too shy to accept my invitation. Being Friday the place was packed, but I spotted him in the far corner of the bar, with one stool be tween him and the wall. When he saw me, he motioned me over. We had a couple of drinks and flirted like we’d been doing.
I “accidentally” let the hem of my dress ride up above the top of my gartered thigh-highs, exposing my ass. This action was shielded from the view of everybody except Tom, who couldn’t keep his eyes off my legs. I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times while talking intent ly until I knew he was seeing my white panties. I let him get a good look before push ing my dress down without making any comment.
Then I made my move. I lowered my voice and said my husband was out of town and I was going up to the cabin, and I wondered if he would like to come along. He said he’d love to go, but his kid brother was coming to get him Tuesday, so he best remain in town. He’d been offered a job back in his hometown, and he was going to accept it, and they were going camping for a few days before he started work. My heart sank, but thinking quickly I said, “I’ll have you back by Tuesday.”
I picked him up at his mo tel early the next morning, and we got to the cabin by nine. I didn’t realize until I started to clean the place up after being closed up all win ter what a wise choice I’d made bringing Tom up. His military training kicked in, and with his help I had the place sparkling by noon.
He turned shy when I thanked him with a big hug and a lingering kiss on the lips. When he backed away, I said, “Don’t tell me that after two years in the service you’re a timid virgin.”
He shook his head and said, “It’s just that you’re a married woman, and this isn’t socially acceptable.”
I told him to sit down and listen to me. One, my husband was 1400 miles away. Two, we were in an isolated cabin in the mountains where nobody would see us togeth er. And three, he wasn’t the first man I’d invited there. “So tell me,” I said, “ever been with an older woman?
He said only once, and she was a year ahead of him in school. “I’ll be 23 in six months—you’re only a few years older than me,” he said. Way off! “If you’re OK with committing adultery, I guess I’m OK with it too. I have to confess, I’ve jerked off a lot of times thinking about you. Last night in the bar my cock got so hard, it hurt, but after you invited me up here, I saved it.”
I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. I said, “What do you say we break the ice and try out the bed, so you aren’t walking around with a loaded gun all afternoon?”
He followed me to the bed without saying a word and stood motionless while I un dressed him. When he was stripped to his jockeys, the head of his hard cock was peeking above the waistband, oozing precome.
I took a step back and quickly stripped to my panties, then pulled Tom down onto the bed with me. The shy boy was gone, and a man who knew how to pleasure a woman had taken over. He kissed me passion ately and caressed my upper body before tending to my breasts with gentle hands and eager mouth. I lifted my ass to allow him to remove my panties easier, and found he gave excellent head. He really had me going!
When he couldn’t seem to find my entrance, I took hold of his throbbing cock and guided it in. He thrust slowly, repeatedly, until his balls rested on my upturned ass and six inches of thick, hard cock filled my cunt.
He broke the silence, say ing, “I forgot to put on a con dom, but it isn’t too late.” He started to pull it out, but I hooked my legs around him and said not to bother. He said, “We may be doing this because it feels wonder ful, but this is serious. I don’t want to give you a baby.”
I told him truthfully I’d had sur gery to prevent me from get ting pregnant. He could do me without worrying. I said, “I love your cock, Tom. Now fuck me and fill me with your hot come.”
He was ready, and surprised me by screwing me hard and fast for a good two minutes before coming so hard, I felt his warm come spread all through my tingling pussy. Still gasping for breath, he said how hot, good and tight my pussy felt. He said he had never had sex without a condom before, and said how much better he liked it this way. He said how silky it felt with his come in me.
When Tom’s deflated dick slid out, he dismounted and laid alongside me, cupping my right breast. I reached down and fondled him, and soon gave him another nice hard-on. I straddled him and lowered myself on his pleasure pole, look ing in his eyes. I love to ride a sweet erection and grind my swollen clit against the guy’s hairy pubis. Soon his eyes closed. While I fucked him slow and gentle, he took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them just enough to send me reeling to orgasm.
It was a long, strong, very satisfying orgasm, which lasted nearly half a minute and sapped the strength from my body until I was sitting motionless with my cunt contracting itself around six hard inches of young cock. Tom pulled me to his chest and held me tenderly until I recovered. Then I sat up and fucked the living shit out of him until I milked a new load of come from his balls.
The next three days were sexually fulfilling for both of us. Tom was just as horny as I was, and we would fuck at a moment’s notice. He had amazing control, and often he would fuck me until I got my cookies off, then pull out of me and save his load for later.
Monday afternoon he did me facedown over a boulder by the river, then lifted me and turned me around and lowered me onto his cock—before jumping into a deep pool of damn cold water! I never had a man become flaccid so fast in my life. One moment my pussy was full of hard cock, and the next it was empty.
We quickly climbed out of the water and wrapped ourselves in the blanket we had eaten lunch on until we warmed up. When my teeth stopped clattering, I told Tom that I didn’t want him to leave me. I lamented that I would be incredibly lonely there in the cabin for anoth er whole week all by myself.
He asked if I would let his brother come up—and he and his brother could just camp here along the river. I said that sounded like a won derful idea, and then went down on him until I was able to mount him again—and finish off what he had interrupted so rudely by jumping in the river.
The next morning we drove out to meet Stone his real name was Herman, which I guess is why he preferred Stone at a little store a short way up the main road from our driveway. Tom’s kid brother turned out to be about 20. It also turned out that he had brought along a friend of his, Kerry, who was a year older.
The boys put their tent up between the cabin and the river, and that night we sat around a campfire drinking beer and wine. I stuck to the wine, but wine always makes me horny, and since Tom and I hadn’t had a chance to knock any off all day, I soon had some very wet panties. I wasn’t only horny, I was feeling pretty damn good too, so when I needed to pee, I just went behind the tent. I didn’t have any tissue, so I held my slippery lips apart, allowing the last drops to drip in the grass, then stood up and rubbed my clit lightly.
I was about to get off from it when I heard Tom call out asking if I was okay. Quickly, I pulled up my panties and my shorts and started back. Tom was waiting at the side of the tent, where he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I felt his erection pressing against me, and didn’t resist when he led me in the tent. I let him take off my shorts and panties while I laid on someone’s sleeping bag. Then he slipped his lovely cock in me. He gave me a nice long, steady fucking, somehow getting my top off so that he could suck on my braless breasts.
I was afraid the others would come and catch us, so I urged him to hurry and come inside me. He quickly did. Then he whispered, “Can I send Stone in? I don’t think he’s ever gotten any pussy, because I don’t think he’s ever dated.”
I had had just enough to drink, and the situation was such that nobody would ever know about it, so I said to tell his brother that I was wait ing for him. What followed was more like a train wreck than getting a piece of ass. Stone didn’t do anything but drop his pants and climb on me. I had to put his cock in! It was just about identical to Tom’s, except his had a hair trigger. He came inside me the second it was in, then went flaccid and left quickly without so much as giving me a kiss.
I laid there wondering what just happened, until Tom came back for seconds. I fucked him, then told him I wanted to give Kerry some too, because it didn’t seem fair to leave him high and dry. “Oh,” Tom said, “he’ll be plenty wet if he comes in here!”
It seemed like forever before I saw a shadow approach the tent, and the flap opened. It was very dark, but I was able to see enough to tell that Kerry was taking off all his clothes. He felt his way slowly until he touched my arm, then laid beside me.
The young man said, “I’m not sure this isn’t a dream, but if it really isn’t, I want to thank you for inviting me.”
He kissed me tenderly and fondled my breasts for quite some time before mov ing to suck and kiss my nipples while nuzzling his face between my tits. He moved between my legs, and I reached to guide him into my cunt, but he surprised me by going down on my fresh-fucked pussy until I came in his face.
Tremors were still running through my body when Kerry moved up and I felt the head of his cock seek and find the slippery opening to my box. As he eased himself in me, I became aware that he was much better hung than the brothers. His incredible thickness stretched my mature vagina more than it had been in a long time. By the time I felt his balls settle in the river of come running down the crack of my ass, I realized he was long-cocking the brothers by maybe as much as two inches.
I don’t know if it was expe rience or natural talent, but Kerry gave me one hell of a fucking, until we came simultaneously. This young man was a rare find. He had a large, fat cock and he really knew how to use it to give pleasure to the woman he was fucking.
I was nearly asleep when I realized that Tom and Stone had joined us. Appar ently I was in for a night of group sex with the three of them! I had someone’s cock in my cunt all night, and I loved every single sweaty minute of it. I let the young men do everything except fuck me in the ass.
Even though it was pitch-dark in the tent, I always knew who was hosing me. Stone was ever the bunny, never lasting a full minute, whereas Tom would fuck me for half an hour at a time. Kerry of course had the horse cock—there was no mistaking him!
By the time I saw my three young men off late Sunday afternoon, as I prepared to head home, I’d been fucked so many times, I was I can’t believe I’m saying it! almost glad to see them go.
Without the others knowing, I had talked Kerry into quitting his job and coming to work for my husband and me. He promised to give his two weeks’ notice Monday and report for work as soon as he was available. When he did, Stan liked him right away, and he turned out to be an excellent worker. We also rented him the small apartment above our back garage, which made it very convenient. I’ve been handling all of his wood since then, at least until recently. I’ll explain in a moment. He’s never known that my husband knows that he’s been banging me, or that I often get fucked by men besides him and Stan.
As for that development I alluded to, recently I hired a sweet, lovely girl to work in the office, and they hit it off. They plan to get married. I’ve assured Kerry I’m fine with us just being friends.—G.L., Albu querque, New Mexico
A few months ago my husband of 25 years left me for some girl barely out of her teens. When my daughter Michelle, who lives out of state, realized how shaken I was, she said she and her fianc Patrick would fly in for a week to be with me.
Then she broke her leg! Even though it wasn’t all that serious, she was going to be in the hospital for a few days. I told her not to worry, but she insisted Patrick would come anyway, since there wasn’t anything he could do for her, and I needed company. I didn’t say no.
I greeted Patrick warmly. I’ve always thought he was quite a catch—really good-looking, still with the build he had in his college-football days a couple of years ago. He’s a total charmer, and soon had me at ease. He swore he couldn’t under stand my husband leaving a gorgeous, sexy woman any guy would love to have.
I thanked him for lying so gallantly. He said he was offended at such a suggestion, and to prove it took me in his arms and kissed me pas sionately. It had been so long, I didn’t begin to fight it.
His hands began roaming all over me, focusing on my breasts and bottom. When he unzipped my dress and let it slip to the floor, I finally gasped that we shouldn’t be doing this. As he undid my bra, he said he was determined to prove my desirabil ity. He yanked my panties off, leaving me naked, picked me up and sat me on the edge of the table, then began to eat me out! My ex had never liked giving oral sex but had no problem receiving it! , so this was an amazing treat. His tongue drove deep and really got my juices flowing.
I was close to climax when Patrick stopped and dropped his pants. My jaw dropped. Michelle had said something about him being “gifted,” but I’d never seen such a dick! He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, then ran that dick up and down the outside of my pussy, making me wilder. He finally pushed the head of his dick in me. It was so big, it almost made me feel like it was my first time with a man.
Ordinarily I’m an active participant during sex, but all I could do now was lay back as Patrick thrust more of his dick in me. It was a strain, but I never wanted him to stop. It took close to ten minutes, but he managed to get the entire thing in me. He began working it back and forth, only two or three inches at first, but as I got used to it he lengthened his strokes until only the head was left inside. Then he’d move his hips forward and stuff me to the hilt again and again, driving me totally wild.
In no time he gave me a screaming orgasm. I’m not usually vocal during sex. I never experienced a climax that intense. That set him off too, and he flooded me with his load. I knew I should feel guilty, but I couldn’t.
Patrick lay on top of me, saying how great that was. He said he hadn’t had sex in five days. I said I hadn’t had sex in over five months! He promised to correct that, and swept me up in his arms and took me up to my bedroom. By the time we got there his erection was back. While I marveled at his stam ina, he placed me on the bed, got on top and sank that wonderful dick in me once again. Now that I was loosened up, he really pounded away, making me climax almost immediately, then came again himself.
As we caught our breath, Patrick said no girl had ever been able to handle him like that, not even Michelle. We went at it until nearly two in the morning, when we all but collapsed from exhaustion. When I woke up in the morn ing, I was stunned that I was horny for more! While Patrick slept, I sucked on his dick. Soon he was fully hard and wide awake, smiling.
I straddled his waist and sank down on his shaft. It felt divine. I rode him like I never rode a dick before, his hands all but mauling my tits as I bounced up and down until we both came again.
We cleaned up and had breakfast, and Patrick was fucking me doggie-style when the phone rang. I saw on the caller ID it was my ex. Talk about timing! I told Patrick to keep going while I answered it. He fucked me even harder while my ex ram bled on about buying the boat I’d won in the divorce. I had refused out of spite, but now said I’d sell it, out of grat itude for him leaving me so I could get fucked like I was at that very second by a hung stud who was satisfying me like he never had. His shouts of rage felt almost as good as Patrick’s thrusting dick.
When Patrick’s week with me was up, I was heartbroken, and he was too, lament ing that as much as he loved Michelle, she was so much more delicate than me, and couldn’t handle him the way I could. I reminded him it’s my daughter he was talking about, and he better not do anything to hurt her. He said he hoped I knew now how well I could satisfy any man I wanted.
The wedding is coming up soon, and I know I’m going to have to really steel myself to get through it. But I know I have to do it for my daughter’s sake.—Name and address withheld
When I found proof among his credit-card receipts that my husband of 23 years had been cheating on me for a year with his secretary, my friend Brenda ordered me to come over. She’d gone down that path with her SOB ex.
She poured us drinks and commiserated, but after a while said moping wouldn’t do any good, what I needed was to go out and enjoy my self. It turned out she’d been invited to a party that night, and said I should come along. She said I could borrow something of hers to wear. I figured, why not?
Brenda picked out a cock tail dress for me. Now I’m a bit taller and bustier than her, so what was a generous amount of cleavage and bare leg for her was scandalous on me. I said there was no way I could go out like that, but she assured me I didn’t have to worry, it was a small party at a friend’s home, and somehow I found myself in her car, going to the party.
The house had a number of cars parked around it, and music blaring from inside. It took a minute for the door to be answered. A young man that looked like 18 or 19 saw Brenda and his eyes bugged out. “Wow!” he croaked. “I can’t believe you came.”
Brenda smiled and said, “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Rod,” adding that she’d brought company of her own. Turning to me, he checked me out I couldn’t complain given how I was dressed and let out a “wow!”
I was shocked to discover that all the guests were Rod’s age! When I asked Brenda what was going on, she said not to worry, all the guests were at least 18. I said that wasn’t the point. What the heck we were doing there?
She said Rod was a friend of her son’s she’d run into at a store the other day. He let slip that his folks were out of town and he was throwing a party, and said she was invited. Seeing I was still tense, she said, “Let’s stay awhile, have a few drinks, and if we we’re bored, we’ll leave.”
I said fine, but I wasn’t happy about it, at least until she got about four beers in me. I’m not a big drinker, so that kind of relaxed me. As I drank I noticed there were a lot more guys than girls at the party, and I was getting lustful looks. This stunned me. I didn’t think guys this young would check out a 43-year-old woman, but I was “accidentally” brushed up against at least a dozen times in the first half-hour!
A sandy-haired guy introduced himself as Drew and asked if I wanted to dance. I refused, of course—it was inappropriate enough my just being there. When Rod asked Brenda to dance, she surprised me by accepting eagerly. Soon his hands were roaming over her intimate areas. Rather than chastising him, she returned the favor, and soon they were rubbing against each other quite lewdly.
A different guy took the next dance with her, picking up where Rod left off. I grew jealous at how much she was enjoying herself. When a third guy claimed her, I grabbed Drew’s hand and started dancing. I’ve never been much of a dancer, but people were mostly grinding their bodies together, so I did too, and Drew as well. I knew I should be embarrassed at my behavior, but feeling his hard body rub against mine was unbelievably good.
After a couple of dances, a guy cut in, introducing him self as Lawrence. Not only did he rub his body against mine, but his hands were even cheekier than Rod’s. I should have said something, but everyone was doing it, and I let him continue.
Next, two guys danced with me, one black and one white. They sandwiched me so I couldn’t go anywhere—not that I wanted to! The black guy introduced himself as Felix, the white guy as Armin, and both made heavy contact with my tits and ass. I don’t know if it was that or the beer, but I was aroused. If I couldn’t forget how young they were, I also couldn’t forget how great-looking they were.
I needed a break, and Felix and Drew joined me on a couch, with Armin and Lawrence standing nearby. Brenda was in a love seat across from us all but snuggling with Rod. I noticed the guys looking down the top of my outfit, checking out my tits, which were barely contained by the dress. I pretended not to notice.
As the drinks continued to flow, Brenda and Rod began making out hot and heavy. I was stunned. This boy was the same age as her son. Still, they did seem to be enjoying themselves. I couldn’t help feeling envious. I became aware of Felix and Drew running their hands up my legs. I knew I should stop them, but it felt so nice! Soon their hands were under my short dress, brushing against my panties. When a hand slid inside them and touched my pussy, I shot up, and suddenly noticed that Brenda had disappeared. I went to find her.
As I moved through the room, things were heating up everywhere. A girl had stripped to bra and panties as she danced another was making out with two guys. Not finding Brenda, I went upstairs. As I passed by a bedroom, I heard a noise and looked in. There I found Brenda, bent over the edge of the bed naked while Rod fucked her royally. Shocked as I was, I was amazed by the look of delight on her face. My mind whirled.
Standing there watching, I became vaguely aware of hands fondling my tits and ass. I turned to see that my dance partners had followed me upstairs and were stand ing alongside me watching. Armin, the one playing with my breasts, said, “It sure looks like they’re having a good time, Mrs. M.”
“We could show you one too,” Felix said.
I didn’t say a word as they led me to another bedroom. They sat me on the bed and took turns kissing me. I began to react tentatively, then eagerly. Soon I was kissing back with as much hunger, if not more—like their passion threw a switch in my head.
The straps of my dress slid down, baring my tits. The boys laid me on my back and licked and sucked them furiously. My husband hadn’t done that in years. Having two mouths on them at once was more enjoyable than I thought possible.
Someone lifted the bottom of my dress and pulled my panties off. My legs were parted, and a tongue buried itself up my pussy. I raised my head up enough to see Lawrence’s face buried in my crotch. He sure knew how to eat pussy! The three boys had me squirming.
While Armin sucked hard on my nipples, Felix stripped, then moved Armin out of the way and straddled my chest, resting his cock in the valley of my bosom. He pressed my breasts together and tit-fucked me. It was quite the sight, his black cock moving in and out of my pale globes. On the up stroke the head rubbed my chin. When it was within reach, I sucked it, making him groan.
Lawrence’s tongue withdrew from my pussy, but in a moment a cock slammed in. Since I couldn’t see past Fe lix, I had no idea who it was. While he was about the same length as my husband, he was thicker. No guy ever stretched me that wide. The forceful penetration made me climax. I bucked hard enough to almost throw Felix off, but he maintained his perch and only missed a couple of strokes before go ing back to fucking my tits while the guy in my pussy began pounding away, and soon blasted his load in me.
Someone else picked up where he left off. At first I couldn’t see him either. Then Felix shouted he was coming. The first couple of shots hit me on the face before I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and sucked down the rest. When he rose from my chest, I saw it was Armin fucking me. I noticed Lawrence stroking a thick limp dick, trying to get it hard again, and figured he must have been the one that just gave me that delightful fuck.
Armin didn’t hold anything back, and now that no one was on my chest, I raised my hips to meet him. In no time he filled my pussy. As I was catching my breath, Drew came into view. He was even longer than Felix, and nearly as thick as Law rence. He repositioned me on my hands and knees and fed me his cock. It was a good thing I was nice and stretched out, as I felt only a little strain toward the end from his size. He started out slow, at least until he made me climax. After that he pounded me pretty good until we both came.
I could pretend I know exactly who did what to me over the next hour, but you would know it’s bull shit. It went on like that—more and more, a delicious blur, until I was so wiped out, I guess I fell asleep. I woke up disoriented. My dress, bunched up at the waist, was soaked, probably beyond hope. I peeled it off, and started wan dering around nude.
In different rooms I saw clumps of naked men clustered around a couple of girls. Finally I found Bren da, who was shocked at my appearance. From the floor of one of the bedrooms she picked up a dress and hand ed it to me, saying, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
As we drove off, Brenda confessed that she’d counted on us getting fucked, but hadn’t thought it would be anything like that. I said not to worry, I had the best time of my life. Now I don’t care who my husband fucks—I know there’s plenty of cock out there for me. In fact, Rod is having a graduation party and made a point of inviting Brenda and me.—Name and address withheld
It started about six months ago, when my husband went away on a week-long business trip. Since our only child had just started college, I thought it would be exciting to have the house to myself for the first time in years. But what was excitement on Friday quickly became boredom by Sunday. I had grown so used to constantly having people around that I had forgotten what being lonely was like. Suddenly I couldn’t see how I was going to make it to the end of the week.
Since all of my girlfriends were busy, I finally decided to take a trip to the convenience store to pick up some things I didn’t need. I was looking around there when I ran into Chris, an old friend of my son’s they had been in the same grade in high school. I was delighted to see a familiar face and began chatting with him, but after a few minutes he said he had to go meet some friends for a basketball game. At first I thought it was an excuse to blow me off, but then he asked if I’d like to come along and watch. Considering how lonely I was, I would probably have agreed to watch paint dry.
The gym was empty when we got there, except for the two teams. Chris introduced me to his teammates, Bruce, Mel and Jules, all of them about the same age as he was. They were playing four-on-four with a team from another neighborhood.
As I took a seat in the bleachers I overheard Bruce congratulate Chris on having brought “a hot MILF.” Chris laughed and said he had gotten lucky. Now that surprised me. While at 42 I think I am still fairly attractive for my age, I’d had no idea that guys this young would find me desirable.
When Chris and the others took off their shirts I discovered they were pretty desirable as well, all of them fairly good-looking and in great shape. The night was definitely looking up.
The game started, and Chris and his team soon fell behind. I started cheering them on to encourage them, and gradually they began to make a comeback. Pretty soon whenever one of them made a basket they would look over and wink at me. Jules even blew me a kiss. The gestures were flattering, so I kept cheering for them. When they finally took the lead I began to jump up and down, which made everyone stop and smile. It was then that I realized that I was only wearing a light T-shirt, and the guys were getting a good look at my 36Cs bouncing vigorously as I jumped up and down. From that point on, every time Chris’s team made another basket I’d jump some more. I think their opponents even started letting them score just to check me out.
The game ended with Chris’s team winning by an impressive margin. The guys crowded around me, thanking me for cheering for them and saying it had inspired them to win. They even suggested I continue coming to the games as a sort of good luck charm.
I loved being surrounded by these half-naked young studs and all the testosterone they were generating, so when Mel suggested we go out to celebrate, I said we could use my place, since we’d have it all to ourselves. The guys said that was a great idea.
When we arrived I told the guys to help themselves to beer from the fridge. After a few drinks they turned on some music and invited me to dance. I accepted, dancing with them one at a time. Things started out in a subdued manner, but quickly heated up. Hands started brushing up against my ass and tits, and then began roaming my body while we danced. Before I knew it I was sandwiched between Bruce in front of me and Chris behind. They ground their cocks into my stomach and ass, really turning me on. Chris reached around and began playing with my tits, while Bruce dug his fingers in my ass and started kissing me. I was so filled with lust I eagerly kissed back while virtually dry-humping them both.
Now I felt hands lifting up the bottom of my skirt and others going under my T-shirt. My bra was pulled aside, freeing my tits. Bruce started to suck on them while Chris reached inside my panties and began fingering my pussy. I couldn’t remember ever being this aroused, and within minutes I was coming all over Chris’s fingers. My knees were so weak I would have slumped to the floor if Chris hadn’t caught me.
Between him and Bruce I was soon naked. They then led me over to the couch, where Chris had me sit so my ass was right on the edge. He told Jules and Mel to grab my legs and they did, pulling them back until my ankles were nearly beside my head. I had never been in such a position, with my pussy put so lewdly on display, yet I felt no shame, only desire.
Chris took off his clothes, revealing a huge cock that was several inches larger and a good deal thicker than any I had seen before. I couldn’t even imagine what taking that monster on would be like, though I was eager to find out. He ran that cock up and down my slit a few times before pushing it slowly inside, causing me to moan. It took him some time to work it all the way into me, and I loved every inch of it. I hadn’t had a cock stretch me like that for as long as I could remember—to say nothing of how deep it went. I’d had no idea that anything could make me feel so good.
Once he was all the way inside, Chris began humping away with quick, powerful thrusts that felt as though he was trying to pound me through the couch. I cried out with joy and begged him to keep going. Now it was the guys’ turn to cheer for me, as they began chanting for me to come. This aroused me even more, and I soon had a tremendous orgasm that left me shaking.
As I gasped for breath Mel freed his cock from his shorts, all the while holding on to my leg. He positioned himself so that his dick rubbed against my lips, and I automatically began sucking on it. While it wasn’t the size of Chris’s monster, it was still quite large, and I could only get a little over half of it in my mouth. As I did that, Jules grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and started sliding them up and down the shaft.
Chris fucked me to a second powerful climax before coming himself, unleashing what felt like a gallon of sperm. As he got up Bruce took his place between my legs, stretching me almost as wide as Chris had, and fucking me just as hard. When Mel’s cock began to shoot off in my mouth I tried to swallow his sperm, but just at that point Bruce hit just the right spot and set me off. I cried out, and the cock slipped from my mouth, spraying my face and tits. It had barely stopped shooting when Jules turned my head toward his dick and I slurped it into my mouth. A minute later he and Bruce came at the same time, but I managed to keep Jules’s cock in my mouth as I swallowed his entire load.
The guys finally released my legs, allowing me to straighten out. I was not sure I could stand, but Chris took care of that problem by picking me up and putting me on my back on the floor. He got on top of me and slid his cock inside, then rolled both of us over so I was lying on top of him. At first I figured he wanted me to ride him cowgirl style, but he wrapped his arms around me, keeping my breasts pressed against his rock-hard pecs. Then I felt a pair of hands spreading my ass cheeks. I looked over my shoulder and saw Mel aiming his cock right at my exposed asshole.
Now I had never had anal sex before, even with my husband, but I was so horny I decided what the hell, and did my best to relax as Mel began to work his way up my backside. It took him even longer to get his dick up there than it had taken Chris to conquer my pussy, but by the time it was all in the initial discomfort was gone and I was moaning with pleasure. When he began fucking me I thought I had died and gone to heaven, and when Chris started pumping also, in a kind of rhythmic counterpoint, I lost it completely. I came again and again, the world becoming one giant orgasm. I was in such a sexual haze that I was only vaguely aware of the guys shooting into me and being replaced by the other two. By the time they came also, I was so exhausted I literally passed out.
When I woke up the guys were gone. It had been the greatest sexual experience of my life but I was a married woman and I knew it couldn’t happen again.
On the day before my husband was due back, Chris called me up. He said he had an idea for a wild time that night, and asked if I was interested. I intended to say no, but instead I heard myself saying yes. Chris said he would be right over, and hung up.
I was incredibly excited, expecting some more wild sex, but when he arrived he said there wasn’t any time, since we had to meet the guys. But first he presented me with an outfit he wanted me to wear. It consisted of a leather miniskirt, a brief white top that barely managed cover my breasts, and no underwear. I had never worn anything like that in my life, but I’m proud to say I looked damn good in it.
We drove to the same gym as before. Chris’s teammates were there, but their opponents were different. Before the game Chris told me to be sure to cheer them on as I had the other night. I enjoyed watching them work their hard bodies, and I cheered every time they scored, though each time I jumped up and down I ended up flashing a good portion of my tits, with my skirt flying up as well.
Even though my cheering was obviously distracting the other team, they seemed pretty determined to win. I started cheering even harder to throw them off, and I’m pretty sure that was a factor in Chris’s team finally winning by two baskets.
At the end of the game I saw one of the guys hand Chris a large wad of money. When I asked him what that was about, he said he had made a bet with the other team: 500 versus one night with me. I didn’t know which surprised me more: that Chris had wagered my body, or that the other team had been willing to pay so much for it. I guess I should have been pissed at Chris, but the fact was that the idea of being the stakes in such a game actually turned me on.
I was so overwhelmed by the other team’s gesture that I asked Chris if he would mind me giving them a consolation prize. He said I could do what I wanted, so I walked over to the other team and told them to follow me into the locker room. When they did, I sat on a bench and told the guys if they wanted a blowjob to drop their shorts. You should have seen how quickly those things came down!
While only one of the guys was really hung, they all looked pretty good. I began sucking off the biggest one, while giving handjobs to two others. I ended up swallowing three loads, while the fourth guy came in my hand, getting most of his jism on my face.
Chris and his team went back with me again to my place, and we spent the rest of the night fucking. But my husband was due back the next afternoon, so in the morning I kicked them out and cleaned up the house, telling myself it was now really over.
But of course it wasn’t. I soon discovered that sex with my husband wasn’t nearly enough for me any longer. I now sneak out to fuck the guys whenever I can, and at least once a week we get together for a basketball game, with me as the prize. While Chris and the others are good, they do occasionally lose. That always makes them unhappy, but you know what? It doesn’t bother me a bit.—C.F., Indianapolis, Indiana
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