I still get off thinking about her.
A few years ago I was an executive at a large media company, in charge of several divisions, including public relations. In a large company you’ll always find a certain number of smart, attractive women. I was fortunate to have some of the sharpest of these women working for me, and none were more attractive, smart and sexy than Dana.
She was twenty-seven at the time, stood about five feet five and had dirty-blonde hair, beautiful blue-green eyes and a perfect shape that was totally voluptuous. She wore dresses that tried to hide her fabulous figure, although they never really could. It was as though she wanted her smarts to show first, rather than her beauty. But they were both blatantly evident, and the fact was that her style and grace made her intelligence even more appealing. When I took over the division she was already a director, in charge of half of the PR group, and after spending some time with her there was little doubt in my mind that she was a star in the making.
With my help, Dana was put in charge of a number of large campaigns, and during that first year I got to know her pretty well. I found out that she was married to a rich young guy. They had been married for almost five years, but they didn’t have any children. She seemed content but not really happy. She loved to party and laugh. She also liked a stiff drink and good food. After a campaign was finished, the group responsible for it traditionally went out for a few drinks to celebrate. Dana and I did a little innocent flirting during some of these celebrations, but nothing very serious.
After we had wrapped up one particular campaign I stopped by her office to ask if she was going to join us for drinks. Dana said no, she had something else scheduled. I started to walk away, disappointed. Then on some impulse I wheeled back into her office and suggested she meet me for a drink the following night. I was surprised at myself for doing that, but Dana just looked at me with that gorgeous face and said, “Sure, I’d love to.” I left her office nervous, bewildered and excited. What was I doing? I was happily married, and had never wandered from home or cheated on my wife. But I found myself really looking forward to seeing her.
I sent her an e-mail the next morning, suggesting that we meet at a nice restaurant. Not wanting to seem too forward, I brought some files along to discuss with her. Waiting for her, I sat at the bar and put away a couple of drinks to take the edge off. She walked in about twenty minutes late, but she had a big smile on her face and seemed genuinely happy to see me. She ordered a martini and started talking about how great things had been since I took over the division, and had allowed her and her team to grow. She talked about ideas she had for the future. From there the talk became more personal, and before we knew it two hours had passed and it was time to go.
As we walked out of the restaurant I stopped and turned to her. She stopped too and smiled at me, and I put my hand to her face and gently kissed her lips. When she didn’t pull back, I brought up my other hand to cup her face and kissed her more deeply. Slowly we melted into each other, my arms going around her as our lips locked together. I felt her firm breasts crush against me, and my cock began to grow and press into her groin as our bodies molded to each other. The kiss went on and on, as time seemed to stand still. Finally Dana broke from my mouth and said, “I’m so wet.” I said nothing, although her comment blew me away, but kissed her deeply again. Finally, we stopped and I walked her to her car. Once there she looked at me and said, “I’ve never been kissed like that before. I’m numb all over.” I told her that kissing her had taken my breath away. We talked some more, and then we parted.
When I saw her at the office the next day I said, “Look, I don’t know where this is heading, but I would like to see you again.”
Dana smiled and said, “Me too.”
Over the next few weeks we saw each other often after work, talking about everything, our meetings usually ending with a long, sensual kiss. We both knew this would have to go further, but we were both married and the right time never seemed to come along.
Finally a time came when we were both scheduled to attend an advertising conference in New York City. I was on the conference committee, and left on Friday for a weekend of planning meetings. Dana was due to arrive on Sunday. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I was excited.
On Sunday I ran into Dana in the hotel lobby just after she checked in. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the elevator. We kissed on the way up, and when we got to my floor I led her down the hall to my room. Once inside I reached for her and kissed her again, my tongue wrapping around hers as my hands explored her back, then cupped her ass and pulled her against my rock-hard cock. She moaned and continued to kiss me hard as she ground herself against my hard-on. She whispered into my ear the same words she had spoken the first time we kissed: “I’m so wet!”
This time I whispered back, “I’m going to make you even wetter, because I’m going to lick and fuck your pussy!” With that we fell back onto the bed and continued kissing. I stopped long enough to pull off her dark blue skirt and the white lace panties beneath them. Dana lifted her ass up to let me get them off. There before me were her golden-tan legs and the glistening blonde hair of her pussy. I bent to her and slowly began kissing her smooth inner thighs. Finally I reached her wet pussy and ran my tongue through her slit. She writhed and spread her legs apart so I could go deeper. I began to lick her swollen pussy lips and run my tongue over and around her clit. She jumped every time I did this, pressing her pussy into my face. I slid my hand under her ass and began squeezing her awesome butt as I continued to lick her. I slipped one, then two fingers into her pussy as I tongued her clit, and she arched from the bed as though trying to stuff her entire crotch into my mouth. She moaned as she came, her body bucking several times, until my face was drenched with her juices.
As her orgasm subsided I got up and stood at the side of the bed. I was inflamed with lust. I pulled off my shirt and pants, and Dana got on her knees on the bed to slide down my shorts. As she did that I took off her blouse, leaving just her bra on. As she pulled my shorts off my cock sprang up in front of her face, as hard and big as it had ever been. She gasped as she said, “Big dick!”
As she reached for it I grabbed her hands and slowly began to rub my cock over her face and neck. “Feel my big dick,” I said to her. “I’m going to fuck your pussy over and over again. I’m going to fuck you in the ass and have you swallow my whole cock. I’m going to keep fucking you and then fuck you again.”
“Oh yes!” Dana gasped. “Keep talking dirty to me, it makes me so hot!” She pulled her hands from mine and took hold of my dick, pulling it to her mouth, licking and sucking it. She bathed the head and licked up and down the sides. As she did this I kneaded her breasts through her bra. She looked so sexy with just her bra on. I watched her take half of my cock in her mouth, sucking it and trying to get more of it in.
“Oh yeah, suck my big dick,” I told her. “Lick my balls.” She pulled me down on the bed and began sucking me even more deeply. I pulled back her hair and watched this beautiful woman trying to devour my cock.
Finally I pulled away and got on top of her, slowly sliding my cock up and down her slit, teasing her. She was wet and eager, and she kept squirming. She looked at me and said, “Please fuck me. I’m so hot!”
“Fuck what?” I said, still teasing her.
“Fuck my pussy!” she pleaded.
I slowly slid the head of my cock into her wet pussy and began to move in and out, giving her a little more each time, until she begged me to put it all in. I finally slid all seven plus inches inside her, and I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It was so hot! I began fucking her slowly, pulling my cock all the way out and then ramming it back in. Soon I was moving faster as we got into a thrusting rhythm. Dana and I were both pouring sweat. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried out as another orgasm approached. She was pushing at the headboard with her hands now, her entire body arching from the bed as she fucked me back. Then she was coming, her face twisting with pleasure. I could feel my own come welling up in my balls, and I began to groan. Dana looked up at me and gasped out, “Oh yes, fill my pussy!” That was all I needed. I started coming and kept shooting into her for what seemed like minutes.
When I finished I pulled out and rolled off her, panting. But even as I was catching my breath I began to slide my fingers across her skin, down over her belly and into her come-filled pussy. Her body began to respond again. She sat up and took off her brassiere, and I watched her full, perfect breasts fall out. I reached out to rub them, and she moaned as I tweaked her nipples. She seemed very sensitive to having her nipples played with. I squeezed them lightly and rolled them between my fingers, and soon she was gasping and twitching.
My cock was getting hard again, and as she lay back down I moved up over her and slowly put the head of it into her mouth. I felt her tongue licking at it, and I slid a little more of it past her lips. She not only took it eagerly, she put one hand on my ass and pushed, trying to force more if it into her mouth. But I fed it to her slowly, teasing her again.
“That’s it, Dana,” I told her. “Take it, baby. I’m going to put my whole cock in your mouth.” She moaned around my staff and pushed harder at my ass. I kept working her breasts, kneading them and tweaking her nipples, until all of my cock was in her mouth. Then I began to fuck her face, taking short strokes, pulling two or three inches of my dick out of her and pushing it back in. I moved one hand from her breast to her crotch and started finger-fucking her pussy while I fucked her face. I was wild with lust. Watching that sexy mouth taking all of my dick was unbelievable.
After a few minutes I could feel her pussy twitching again. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and Dana groaned, then panted, “Oh, fuck me, fuck me with that big dick, now!”
I moved down and pulled her legs up, draping them over my shoulders. I smiled down at her as I slowly brought my cock to her wet pussy lips. “What does Dana want?” I asked teasingly.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, looking into my eyes. “Fuck the shit out of me!”
I cupped my hands under her ass and lifted it off the bed as I rammed my cock into her. “Darling, yes!” Dana cried. She tossed her head from side to side as I pounded away, driving my cock all the way in, bringing it out and driving it back in again. I watched as she tossed and moaned beneath me, her lovely round breasts bouncing and rolling on her chest. Then she was coming again, yelling out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” just as she had before.
I wanted to keep fucking her forever, but the sight of her writhing in ecstasy was too much, the luscious twitching body and the beautiful lust-contorted face. I pulled my cock out and crouched above her as I shot my come into her open mouth and onto her chest. When I finished I collapsed on top of her, totally spent.
We just lay there for several minutes, holding each other. When I looked at the clock I realized we had been there for two hours.
Dana got up then, saying that she had to go and get ready for the dinner that was scheduled that evening to welcome the conference participants. I watched her as she got dressed, totally dazed by what had just happened. As she opened the door to go out, she turned back to me with a wicked smile. “I’m coming back here with you after dinner,” she said. “And I’m going to fuck you again and again.”
That was the start of an amazing affair, which lasted for a year or so, until Dana was offered an executive position in Chicago, and we had to part. But as I said at the beginning, I still get off thinking about her.–N.B., Los Angeles, California
My wife Kate and I have been married for eighteen years and have two kids, both of them off in college. In our early forties, we are both in very good condition, as we work out at the gym together three to four times a week. Until recently, our sex life had begun to fade a bit, a circumstance which I had attributed to my wife’s faltering libido. But in light of recent developments I have had to rethink that.
Kate and I have been friends for years with an older black couple who live down the street from us. Their son, Cal, has taken care of our lawn since he was a freshman in high school seven years ago. Since then we have watched him grow from a skinny adolescent boy into a powerful young man, over six feet tall. Now in his junior year at college on a football scholarship, Cal still runs his landscaping service at home every summer, and he maintains our lawn twice a week, on Mondays and Fridays.
One Friday last July, the computer network in my office crashed mid-morning, and we were told that it would take the better part of the day to get it back into operation. As it was a beautiful day, and I am an avid cyclist, I decided to take the afternoon off and put in some miles on my bicycle.
Thirty minutes later I pulled into my driveway and walked to the backyard to retrieve my bicycle from the storage shed. As I opened the gate I noticed Cal’s lawnmower standing in the backyard, which was partially mowed. Figuring he was just taking a break, I proceeded to the storage shed. As I opened the door I heard a slight sound from the back of the house. It seemed to come from the bedroom window. My wife has a desk in the bedroom and often works there. Thinking I was going to surprise her, I walked silently over to the window. Little did I know that I was the one about to be surprised!
As I peeked into the window my jaw nearly hit the ground. The mini-blinds were down, but they were slightly open and I had a clear view into the room. My lovely wife was sitting on the corner of our bed in a lacy red bra and panties, and young Cal stood before her between her parted legs, shirtless in his jeans.
His large hands cupped her full breasts through the bra as she nuzzled her face across the front of his jeans, her hands grabbing his ass and pulling his loins closer to her. Cal pushed the bra straps from her shoulders and released her full, round breasts from the red lace cups. The nipples were hard with arousal. Cal’s black hands made a dramatic contrast against the soft paleness of Kate’s beautiful tits, and as he cupped them gently a loud moan escaped from her lips. His right hand slid up her back until his fingers became intertwined in her thick, luxurious hair, holding her head as she nuzzled at his obvious erection.
Kate used her open lips to caress the phallic outline of the bulge in Cal’s jeans, moving her mouth along the length of his denim-clad prick. Her hands left his ass and ran up his back and then around to his chest as he continued to rock his loins against her eager, open mouth. As he continued to play with her full breasts and dark nipples, her hands dropped to the fly of his jeans and unbuttoned them with a frenzied urgency. The buttons undone, she opened the front of his Levi’s slowly, as if unveiling a new work of art. She then tugged the jeans down over his ass, along with his shorts, and his cock sprang heavily out at her, long and thick even in its semi-erect state.
As I watched in astonishment, Kate grabbed the base of that cock with her right hand, lifting the bulbous head to her hungry lips. Her mouth opened obscenely wide as she took the plum-sized head into it and swirled her tongue around it. I heard Cal moan, and his thick meat became more engorged as Kate began to suck him gently. She bobbed her head up and down several times, and with each movement a bit more of his monumental dick slid into her mouth. When she had reached her limit she pulled the wet cock from her mouth and began to lick the length of his brown shaft until it glistened with her saliva. Once she had covered the entire surface of his throbbing cock with her tongue, she returned to the massive head and swallowed as much of it as she could into her open mouth.
I had always thought of my wife as being an enthusiastic cocksucker, and in fact had considered myself fortunate in that not only did she enjoy doing it, but she was extremely good at it as well. But I had never seen her so possessed in my life. She wasn’t sucking that monstrous black cock merely to please Cal she was doing it at least as much to please herself. Now she wrapped both her hands around his dick, one atop the other, which still left a good three inches protruding from her curled fingers. The head itself was nearly two inches long, and very thick. Kate placed her lips around that exposed portion of cock and began to bob her head up and down rapidly, sucking and slurping the fat head like a woman obsessed.
Cal was obviously enjoying my wife’s oral attention, moaning and rocking his hips as he fucked her eager mouth. But after several minutes of her intense sucking he stepped back, pulling his cock from her wet, gaping lips and her clutching hands. It stood out majestically from his body, impressive in its fully erect length and girth.
“Are you ready to fuck me, baby?” Kate said. “Are you ready to stretch out this tight white pussy?” My wife’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. We had always been vocal in our lovemaking, but never had I heard her talk like this before. “Stick that black monster in my pussy and give me a good fucking, baby,” she went on. “Come on, don’t make me beg.” I could see that Cal was becoming more and more aroused by her words.
“Show me how bad you want it, my hot little cunt,” he said. Cal had always been so polite and respectful that to hear him speaking like this was totally astonishing. “Come on, baby, show me where you want this big black cock.”
Without hesitation, Kate pushed her red lace panties down over her hips and pulled them off her legs. Then she turned over onto all fours and looked back over her shoulder at Cal with mischievous eyes. Licking her lips seductively, she dropped her gaze to his cock, leaving no doubt about what was on her mind.
“You know where I want it, you black stud. You know exactly how I like to be fucked.” With that, Kate laid her pretty face against the comforter, her ass sticking obscenely into the air. Her hands reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass wide open, exposing her hungry, eager pussy.
The scene was like something straight out of a porn flick. My wife of eighteen years was kneeling on our bed, her ass in the air and her fingers spreading herself wide open as she begged our yard man to fill her with his enormous black cock.
Cal took a step toward her and grabbed her narrow waist with his large black hands, pulling her willing body to the very edge of the bed. Then he reached down with his right hand and guided the brownish-purple plum of his cockhead to my wife’s open slit. She kept her cheeks spread wide as he moved the head of his cock up and down the length of her hungry, wet pussy, smearing her juices over it until it was shiny and glistening. Kate moaned as he guided that cock to the thickest part of her open slit and got ready to enter her.
He pushed his hips forward slightly, the thick head of his dick disappearing into my wife’s pussy. She moaned again and pushed back at him, but Cal was playing with her now, holding her at bay.
“Oh, don’t tease me, baby, I want it so bad!” she cried, and Cal, with a triumphant laugh, suddenly thrust all but the last inch of his thick cock inside her. Kate gasped loudly, but there was little doubt that it was a gasp of pleasure. A moment later he thrust again, pushing his thighs up against her ass and burying himself completely in her stretched and squirming pussy.
Kate moaned so loudly that I thought she might be going to have an orgasm right then. Cal now slowly began to withdraw his giant cock. My gaze was riveted to the sight of my loving wife’s pussy clinging to the fat black shaft as it emerged. He pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside her, and then slid back in with one slow, fluid motion, bringing a cry of delight from her. “Oh, baby, that cock is so fucking good! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
Cal needed no further encouragement as he set about screwing my lovely wife in earnest. His hands held onto her waist as he began to piston his thick tool in and out of her. With each powerful thrust and withdrawal, Kate shrieked and gasped in growing ecstasy. The intensity of Cal’s thrusts increased steadily with his building arousal, until I could sense that he was approaching his climax.
Kate sensed it too, and she began to shout encouragement to him despite the fact that she could hardly catch her breath. “Fuck that pussy, baby!” she gasped out. Fill me up, you black fucker, give me your come!”
Her wild words seemed to be sending Cal over the edge–they were certainly having a noticeable effect on me–and he slammed his massive prick into her again and again as he began to shoot his load deep into her hungry pussy. Kate screamed out her own climax as he pounded at her, and then he collapsed on top of her as she lay on her belly, her legs spread wide and her gaping pussy leaking thick white come onto the comforter.
The last fifteen minutes had been completely surreal, and I found myself unbelievably aroused. Thinking I had better leave before my spying was discovered, I was just turning away from the window when I heard my wife’s voice again.
“Oh my, does that beautiful black cock want some more already?” it said. I turned back to the window to see that Cal had rolled onto his back, and my wife now held his semi-erect dick in her small hand as she leaned over him, teasing it with delicate swipes of her tongue. I watched as she cleaned that cock with her tongue until all traces of his thick come were gone and his prick glistened with her saliva. It was growing again rapidly. Cal reached out and started playing with Kate’s tits and pussy.
A moment later, pulling her mouth from his now fully erect cock, Kate deftly straddled the large black man, reaching between his legs to hold his cock straight up. Squatting over him, she aligned the head of it with her pussy and lowered herself slowly, taking in about a third of it before pausing, then slowly sinking down the rest of the way. As she leaned forward to kiss her lover, I could see that pussy stretched wide open by his obscenely large black dick.
Now that my wife was in control of the action she rode Cal’s giant pole like a pro, alternating her pace as she moved up and down, sometimes with excruciating slowness, other times with almost eye-blurring speed. Her pussy was stretched so tightly around his massive cock that it almost seemed to turn itself inside out each time she raised herself off his shaft then, with a sharp cry of pleasure, she would impale herself on his manhood once again.
After a while she settled into an intense but steady pace, and it became apparent that that big black dick was going to bring her to orgasm once again. Her cries became longer and shriller as she approached the zenith of her pleasure, and Cal began to meet her thrusts with upward movements of his own. “Oh, that’s it, baby!” Kate howled. “Split me open with that big cock!”
My wife had always been a very mild-mannered lover, but now, astride this stallion-cocked young black man, she was a whorish, foul-mouthed banshee who loved having her pussy fucked deep and hard. She continued to call out breathless exhortations until she screamed and collapsed like a rag doll on top of his sweaty black body.
After some moments my wife slowly disengaged herself from Cal’s still twitching cock. She bent down one last time and kissed the messy head of his prick before disappearing into the bathroom. At that point I went back to my car and drove around for a long while before going back home.
A part of me was amazed and angry at the fact that my wife had cheated on me, but the anger was neutralized by the excitement that the scene I had witnessed had aroused in me. I knew that I had to confront Kate with what I knew, and to be honest with both her and myself about my reaction. And when I did that, the agreement we arrived at served to revitalize our declining sex life. Now Kate has the freedom to consort not only with Cal but with other black lovers as well, in exchange for which she allows me to watch and secretly videotape her passionate fucking and sucking. The sex we have when we watch the tapes together afterwards is better than anything we have ever known.–B.R., Houston, Texas
My mom married a rich guy about three years ago. Unfortunately, he’s an overtanned born-again-Christian asshole, sort of like George Hamilton crossed with Pat Robertson. I try to ignore this as I freeload in his huge house on Long Island Sound.
One thing I can’t ignore is Hope, his stepdaughter from another marriage, the foxiest thing I’ve seen on two legs. She’s blessed with a model’s face, nice firm jugs and a plump ass just begging to be fucked. However, she’s as much a religious zealot as her stepdad, and she despises my slovenly ways to boot. She and her wormy husband spend most of their time trying to get books pulled from the school library or picketing the local convenience store for selling skin mags. It seems such a waste that such a hot piece of ass ended up such a bitch.
Last Christmas when my mom and stepdad went on vacation, Mom asked me to clean out the attic. I was giving it a half-ass effort, moving cartons back and forth, when I came across one in the back filled with old Beta videotapes, labeled “Don’t Touch–Hope’s Tapes.” I couldn’t resist. I dragged the box down to my room and rolled a huge joint of kind bud, preparing to enjoy the show.
Most of the stuff was the usual mix of boring family and civic functions, starring Hope and her luscious ass. I was getting bored when I came across a tape at the bottom of the box with a hair taped crudely across the edge of the box. I’d read enough detective novels to recognize this simple burglar alarm. Of course I broke the tape out and popped it in my mothballed Beta player.
The video opened in a dim room lit by candles and a few utility lights. People were crowding around, talking loudly. The cameraman jostled through them. It looked like a bunch of college students at a party, all women in sorority T-shirts and sweats. Someone called for quiet, and the camera turned toward a podium set against one wall. A petite blonde in a skimpy outfit and a Halloween cat mask stepped to the podium.
“Brothers and sisters, can I have your attention,” she began. “We are here today to sit in judgment on two of our sisters who have gone against our bylaws and engaged in carnal acts with men not affiliated with our brother fraternity. Now, please bring in the jury.”
The crowd in front of the podium parted. Two groups of five men each, stripped to Speedos and also wearing masks, formed two lines, facing each other. The woman stepped down from the podium and walked past each line of men. Her hands brushed past their crotches, causing ten erections to poke through all that tight fabric.
“Gentlemen, you know your instructions,” she said. “Are you ready to begin?” They all gave a hearty yes. “Okay, bailiff, please lead in the accused.”
A door opened in the back, and two women were led out into the light. The crowd erupted in hisses and boos. The first chick was as fine as they come, a short Asian girl with long brown hair and a body to die for. Her luscious frame was squeezed into tiny running shorts and a shelf bra that left half her bulging breasts exposed. I popped a woody.
However, I almost busted a nut when the camera found the other woman. It was Hope! I knew she’d gone to school out West, but I figured it was one of those bible-thumper schools. But there she stood, her honey-brown hair teased out like a Valley girl, and decked out in the same outfit as the Asian girl. Her breasts were even fuller than I could have imagined, considering the severe dresses and suits she wore now.
“Okay, sluts,” the blonde woman said over the crowd noise. “You are accused of sleeping with men not of our brother fraternity. How do you plead?”
The camera focused on Hope. I saw that she was piss-drunk.
“Oh, I dunno,” she slurred with a leer. “I guess, well, yes, I guess I did.”
“And you?” said the blonde woman, turning toward the other girl.
“I sure did,” she answered defiantly. “He was cute, and I wanted it.”
“Oh, you did. Well, do you both submit to the judgment of our sisterhood?”
The girls looked at each other, then nodded. The crowd grew louder.
“Girls, this is your jury,” the blonde woman said. “Come and meet them.” The girls stepped up apprehensively.
“Closer, girls. You should be afraid,” the woman taunted. “Sister Hope, go to the front of that group. Sister Melissa, you stay here.” Each girl took her place in front of one line. The guys got harder as they checked “their” girl out.
“Gentlemen, you may touch.” Immediately, the men began to caress the girls, who voiced no objection. A pair of hands attached to Hope’s nipples. Another hand disappeared in her shorts. The Asian girl got the same treatment.
“Sisters, your trial will be as follows. You will each blow all the men in front of you. The first to swallow the come of all five men will avoid punishment. The other will bear the full weight of judgment.”
A look of shock crossed both girls’ faces. The guys gave a cheer that was quickly matched by the crowd.
“Remember, all five must come in your mouth,” the woman said. “No handjobs, and no fucking. Any questions?”
Hope stood in front of her line, seeming resigned to the task. In fact, one of her hands curled around a stiff cock. The Asian girl, seeming less at peace, looked at Hope, who was nuzzling one man while another rubbed her pussy.
“Oh fuck, bring ‘em on!” she said. The crowd chanted wildly, “Suck, suck!”
Someone from the crowd tossed a bed pillow to each girl. The men re-formed their lines, and sisters from the crowd positioned each girl, with a pillow under her knees, in front of her first man.
The blonde woman climbed back on the podium. A stopwatch in hand, she raised a whistle to her lips. “Boys, you may disrobe,” she said. Ten Speedos hit the floor, and ten half-hard-ons popped into view. The men had obviously been chosen for above-average size. The big cock in front of Hope’s face bobbed inches from her nose as she licked her lips theatrically in anticipation.
The whistle pierced the noise, and the two girls went to work. The camera focused first on Hope, who with porn-star relish bent forward and sucked the dickhead into her mouth, rolling her lips over it and taking it in slowly. The man swooned as she worked it in halfway, then let it slide back out to the tip. She held the dick at its base with one hand while her other hand squeezed his swollen balls lightly. I had never seen such good-looking head!
To my chagrin the camera switched to Melissa. I wasn’t disappointed for long, though. The Asian girl seemed intent on draining the huge cock in front of her as quickly as she could. With each quick stroke she took it all the way in. Her face was distended, with her nose pressing against his stomach and his balls squishing across her chin. The guy didn’t look like he would last long, and sure enough, as she neared the top of his dick on the backstroke, he stiffened and grabbed her hair. His knees buckled, and he let out a yell. She held on and swallowed rapidly, while the crowd roared its approval.
When the guy finished shooting, Melissa let his dick pop out and moved on to the next guy. He had a long cock with a big purple head. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and worked it down her throat. But even her rapid pace wasn’t enough for him. He peeled her fingers from his cock, put his hands on either side of her face and fucked her mouth like it was championship pussy. At first she tried to pull away, but he kept on humping, making her eyes water and bulge with each stroke. It didn’t take her long to get the rhythm, though, and he soon straightened up and pumped a load down her throat.
As he came, the camera returned to Hope, still busy with her first dick, giving head that must have made her real popular around the campus. But once she realized Melissa was on her third cock, she got serious. With what looked like killer suction, she focused on the head of her guy’s prick till he splashed in her mouth. The crowd urged her on as she crawled to her next cock, wiping the last of the first man’s jizz from her lips.
Watching Melissa must have given this guy an idea. Hope started another “prom queen” blowjob, but he wasn’t interested in “sweetheart” head. He pumped in and out of her mouth at the rate he felt most stimulating, thrusting in deep, pulling out almost to the tip, then slamming back in. In no time, he came to an earth-shattering climax. When he pulled his dripping cock out, she gave it a last suck to take in all of his jizz. She smiled amid the cheers and catcalls.
Meanwhile, Melissa’s third man must have had the stamina of a stallion. He was still fucking her mouth balls-deep, again and again. She looked tired of him, and soon the crowd let her know that Hope had finished her second dick. With little finesse, Melissa reached behind the man and wormed her index finger in his anus. He yelped, and before I think even he realized, she sucked his load out of him and swallowed it. He was left standing there looking stupid with his still-erect cock swaying.
Melissa attached herself to man number four with gusto. The camera gave a good once-over of her deep-throating, then moved back to Hope, who was now sucking dick like a hooker in a hurry. The guy she was doing looked like he’d go any minute. When she gave his balls a good squeeze, he moaned and started shooting. He must not have come in a month, because it took her less than a minute to drain him, and I saw her swallow again and again.
The chanting grew louder as Hope positioned herself in front of her number four. The guy had a smaller cock than the others, so it slid easily down her throat. He groaned as she blew him. She was a real artist, hips and tongue always in motion while her fingers made sure none of his schlong went untended. She seemed to like playing with his nuts. Her hands always made it back to his sac, gently twisting and squeezing each ball before returning to the shaft.
A cheer went up, and the camera caught Melissa’s fourth man coming in her mouth. Hope got the message. She slid her guy’s dick all the way down and milked it like she did the second guy’s. He poured his load down her throat.
Both girls were on their final cock. They turned and gave each other a nod before returning to the dick in front of them. Hope gulped hers down, letting her cheeks hollow out as she sucked for all she was worth. Melissa did the same, deep-throating her guy in a gulp. She’d only done one stroke when he cried out and erupted. The crowd went crazy. A swarm of half-naked sorority sisters pulled Melissa up. She stood shakily, a string of semen hanging from her lips.
The camera returned to Hope, squatting in front of her man with his dick still between her full lips. Some sisters came over to help, reaching for his cock, but she shooed them away. She finished him with the sweet, slow but steady head she’d started with. He smiled in appreciation and in time set his hand on her head and came with a sigh. She let him finish unhurriedly, then milked the few drops from his softening dick. Once he was spent, Hope made her way to the podium, where Melissa and the blonde woman were waiting.
“Very good, sluts,” she said. “Sister Melissa earns reward, not punishment. Please step forward.” She did. “Having proved your carnal abilities, you earn the best reward our brothers can offer. Reward, please show yourself.”
From the shadows, a man appeared in a bathrobe. He let the robe fall. He was buff and naked. A huge, glistening penis jutted forth. The women gasped. “Reward, please attend to Sister Melissa,” the blonde woman said.
Melissa seemed paralyzed by the sight of the giant dick. The man walked slowly to the podium. Melissa said nothing as he stepped behind her, bent her against the podium and pulled her shorts down past her ankles. After a few seconds of rubbing his dick against her slit, he popped the head in and started stroking. Melissa groaned and reached out to grab the podium.
“Sister Hope,” the blonde woman said as “Reward” fucked Melissa not a foot away, “for your failure, you will make atonement to the men who served as jurors. Gentlemen, you may each have Sister Hope for as long as you like.” The men cheered, and a giggling Hope was led off-screen by all ten of them.
Unfortunately, as the cameraman made his way toward the men clustered around Hope, someone jostled the camera, which refocused on a woman on her knees blowing the cameraman, who soon switched the camera off.
I sat there stunned. Prissy Hope–a slut! When she came over for her next weekly session in our stepdad’s tanning bed, I had the tape, transferred to VHS, playing. At first she was merely peeved. Then she saw the stack of copies of the tape and turned coy, saying, “You won’t show those to anyone, will you?”
“Why would I want to do that?” I said.
Now every week after her tanning and sauna Hope sucks me off like she did all those guys in the film. She’s even learned a trick or two blowing her prig of a husband. Sometimes we fuck, but mostly I just get high and let her blow me until I blow. I don’t find her stuck-up anymore.–R.H., Southport, Connecticut
I am a woman of forty–eight, married to a wonderful and loving husband who lets me have other boyfriends and lovers. My new boyfriend was so turned on when I told him about how I became a slut that he insisted I should tell your readers.
I was raised in a heavily religious environment in the South. My father was active in church affairs, and I fell in love with the nephew of a deacon. I was a nineteen–year–old virgin when Taylor and I were married. For ten years I was happy in my little world surrounded by a devout Christian husband, my growing family and a large, pious extended family.
It all changed when the economy went sour and we just couldn’t make a go of our farm. The bank foreclosed, forcing us to move in with my husband’s family, until they lost their land. Taylor was so desperate that he took a job working on a water–management construction project in Arizona. I had no idea how my life would change.
I was shocked by the coarse manners of my neighbors in the trailer court where the construction company let us live. The men walked around in shorts, and the women often wore nothing but bikinis. It seemed like they all smoked and drank, and swore up a storm. For several weeks I avoided contact with them, mixing only with people we met at the little church. While I avoided them in the day, at night I heard the women in the trailers around ours scream as their husbands or boyfriends fucked them.
This was a mystery to me. I had never found sex to be anything to scream about. Yes, I enjoyed the feeling of intimacy during the act, but I thought that was all there was to it. It sounds hard to believe, but I didn’t know I was missing out on orgasms. The fact is that I didn’t know there was such a thing.
The fact that Taylor’s cock was only four inches long fully erect was part of it. But the main reason was that he was totally inconsiderate of my needs. Had I never lived in that trailer court and heard the women’s tireless screams of “Fuck me,” I might never have known what I was missing. When I mentioned their passion to Taylor, he said, “They’re a bunch of heathen perverts.”
When he joined a softball team with some of the other workers, I found myself sitting with my children on shaky bleachers surrounded by the type of women my family had always told me to stay away from. I sent the children to play on the swings to avoid them.
Four women with children close in age to mine introduced themselves. “Hon,” said Loretta, “you look like Nina Hartley.” She took a deep drag on her cigarette, and her halter top strained to hold her breasts. “Cherette,” she said, “don’t she look just like Nina Hartley?”
“Ohmygod, yes!” Cherette squealed. The other ladies-actually, they were anything but ladies-agreed. Mary Rose, a large woman in her late thirties with massive breasts who lived in one of the trailers next to mine, touched my face and hair and said excitedly, “I knew you reminded me of someone.”
When I said I didn’t know who that was, they were shocked. Then they told me. I’d heard about adult films but never dreamed women might watch them.
“We all watch porno flicks, baby,” said Marilyn, a slender blonde, laughing heartily. “‘Cause they make fuckin’ so fuckin’ good.” Everybody else laughed.
In the next hour I listened to their candid talk about their sex lives and preferences. They teased me when my face registered shock as they talked about sucking cock and having their pussies eaten. I had never heard of oral sex. When Mary Rose said how much she “loved bein’ fucked up the ass,” I could hardly breathe. Then they talked about their favorite vibrators and dildos-and masturbating, something I’d never done.
I got up and left the bleachers to check on my children on the playground. I was shocked and disgusted by what I’d heard. But I was also turned on. And my pussy was dripping-something else I had never experienced.
When I returned to the bleachers, the women were talking about two guys on the softball team, neither of whom was married. Travis was nineteen-blond, over six feet and slender. Ray was in his early twenties-not quite six feet, dark and stocky, and incredibly attractive.
Mary Rose said, “We’ve got to throw a party so we can get those boys naked.”
“Yeah,” Loretta said between drags. “And I want to be the one to shave Ray’s balls and jack him off.”
They all laughed. Then Mary Rose said, “No, we ought to let Nina Hartley here do the honors.”
They all turned to me. “Yeah!” they all said, then waited for me to respond.
“Wh–what?” I stammered.
“Tell me, honey,” Loretta said, setting her hand on my arm, “have you ever fucked anybody but your husband?”
“Of course not!” I said.
“Poor thing,” Mary Rose said, sounding genuinely sympathetic.
“Little Miss Nina Hartley probably never touched another man’s cock,” Cherette said, laughing, but not cruelly.
I know I should have left, but I stayed and asked, “And how would you talk those boys into getting naked?”
“Oh, we have our little party games,” Cherette said, “and the men always lose.” They all laughed.
“We get them all a little drunk,” Mary Rose said. “Then we say we’re gonna have a lottery. The first name drawn takes off everything but two items. Loretta looks great in a bikini, so we’ll probably draw her name for that.”
“How do you control whose name is drawn?” I asked.
“Men are so horny when they think they may get a little free pussy,” Loretta said, “that they don’t notice that we switch the cups with the names in them.”
“Then we draw the second name, and this person takes off everything but one item,” Cherette said, smiling and exposing crooked teeth. “Now me and Mary Rose both got great racks, so one of us’ll bare our boobs.”
“By then the guys are dyin’ to get their hands on one of us,” Marilyn said, “so we tell ‘em the next person has to strip totally naked and have their balls or pussy shaved.”
Just then the softball game ended. I hadn’t watched any of it! Our conversation ended when the men joined us.
That night I practically attacked Taylor while I listened to Cherette and Marilyn fuck in their trailers. He was happy to fuck me, but he came quickly and rolled over, leaving me wired. As he fell asleep I experienced sexual frustration for the first time. I thought about the women and what they had told me. I knew I should avoid them and their party, but I finally fell asleep dreaming about seeing Travis and Ray naked.
It took all my nerve to go over to Mary Rose’s trailer the next day. I confessed to her how innocent I was. And I asked who this Nina Hartley was that I was supposed to look like. She got our children settled, then took me in her bedroom and put a tape in the VCR. I was surprised at how much I did resemble Nina Hartley! I was dumbfounded when she stripped and masturbated, in front of two men, then had her pussy eaten. I was aroused, but embarrassed.
My children were restless now, and started calling for me. So Mary Rose stopped the tape, saying, “I told you you looked like her.”
Before I went out to get my kids, I swallowed hard and said in a shaky voice that while I would never have sex with another man, if they were going to have this party, I wanted to be invited.
She smiled with surprise and delight and said, “Why sure, honey!”
When I told Taylor about the party, he didn’t want to go, declaring they were all sinners. Did I mention there’s a line of preachers in his family? Of course, I didn’t confess my real interest. Instead I reminded him these were his coworkers and teammates. Finally he agreed.
When we got in bed, he mounted me quickly. Just when I was experiencing a tingling in my pussy and a throbbing around my clitty that I never experienced before and felt like I might be building up to an orgasm, Taylor came. Then he rolled over, exhausted.
Once he was asleep, I got up, went in the bathroom and began to touch myself, just like I had seen Nina Hartley do it. Here I was, a twenty–eight–year–old mother of four, burying my face in a towel to hide my screams when I finally had my first orgasm.
I was consumed with mixed feelings of pleasure and guilt. Finally, the pleasure won out and I masturbated again, and then again. Between orgasms, I thought of all the pleasure I had missed because I had been a “good girl.” I became angry-at Taylor for never caring enough to give me pleasure, and at my church upbringing for teaching me that sexual pleasure was wrong.
When I finally climbed back in bed, I began having visions of Travis and Ray, both naked and erect. Looking back, it seems funny, but I envisioned little erections on them-like Taylor’s.
The night of the party, I dressed in a powder–blue one–piece short–sleeve pants suit with a red scarf around my neck. I looked at myself in the mirror, nervous that my bra and panty lines were showing. But I didn’t have the courage to take them off.
When Taylor and I got to Loretta’s trailer, the party was in progress. Ten men and seven women were drinking, smoking and dancing to Led Zeppelin. It continued like a regular party for almost an hour, and finally Taylor had a beer, then another one.
Loretta came over to me and said, “Mary Rose says you want to watch the games?” I blushed as I nodded. A crooked smile spread across her face. “Nina Hartley in looks and deeds.”
My stomach was filled with butterflies when she turned off the music and announced that we were going to play a game. When she explained the rules, the guys cheered.
“But this time it better be one of you ladies that gets stripped and shaved,” Marilyn’s husband Jake called out.
We all wrote our names on scraps of paper and put them in the cup Loretta was holding. The men didn’t notice that all their names were collected in one cup except for Ray’s and Travis’s, which were collected in another cup. Or that all of the women’s names were collected in still another cup. Loretta just kept stacking the plastic cups in her hand without any of them noticing.
When Loretta drew her own name for “all but two articles,” the guys cheered. She stripped quickly down to her bra, which clearly showed her nipples, and transparent thong panties that showed her bush, leaving a few wisps of hair poking out. The guys all tried to touch her, but she batted their hands away playfully.
When she drew Mary Rose’s name for “only one article,” the guys went wild. Even Taylor sat up with a smile when Mary Rose stripped down to just the tiniest little bikini panties. Her 38D tits bounced and swayed as she walked around the room, letting all of the guys touch and squeeze her tits. Even priggish Taylor reached out for a feel!
It was obvious that showing her tits was a regular activity for Mary Rose. We all laughed when her husband jerked her panties to her knees. She squealed, turned and slapped him, then fell to the floor with her panties around her ankles. Several of the guys, again including Taylor, tried to get them off her, but she managed to pull them back up-though not before giving all of the men a very good look at her pussy.
Loretta quieted the crowd down when she announced that the next person would be stripped and shaved.
Taylor protested, “Not me!” He stood over me holding out his hand and said, “C’mon, we’re leavin’.”
I knew that I should go home with him. But I also knew that Ray or Travis was about to be stripped and shaved.
“I think I’d like to stay,” I said-the first time I ever disobeyed his wishes.
The guys all cheered, chanting, “Nina Hartley, Nina Hartley.”
When Loretta drew Ray’s name, all the guys groaned, while all the women screamed their delight. Then Loretta explained that the woman whose name was chosen would get to strip and shave Ray. When she drew my name from one of her hidden cups, I was shocked. From the look on the girls’ faces, I knew they’d planned this!
“Come on up, Nina Hartley,” Mary Rose called.
Taylor erupted in anger, telling me I couldn’t do it and we had to leave now. The other guys teased him, reminding him that he hadn’t objected when Loretta and Mary Rose stripped. The girls all booed him, and told him to let his wife have some fun.
Mary Rose walked over to Taylor, her boobs bouncing in his face, and reminded him that he had sure grabbed a handful of her tits and had been quick to join the guys when they tried to get her panties off her. “You even tried to get your fingers in my pussy, remember that Taylor?” she asked.
As everyone jeered him, Taylor said nothing, but just looked at me with rage in his eyes. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing.
I was shaking. I had never touched another man’s body before, let alone another man’s cock. I thrilled with anticipation as I stepped to the middle of the little room and walked up to Ray. He was embarrassed but obviously excited.
I was in heaven as I unbuttoned his shirt and touched his hard stomach and chest. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to the cheers of the crowd. I was in a state of euphoria when I saw the top of his cock sticking out of his shorts. I knelt on the floor to pull his shorts to his ankles, unwittingly putting my face just inches from his erection.
Trembling, I touched his cock. It was huge, at least six inches long. At least it was huge to me after Taylor’s four inches.
Loretta had put a coffee table covered with the mattress from her back room in the center of the room. Ray lay down on it. When I knelt between his legs, everybody hooted and pointed to my crotch. I realized I should have worn dark clothes, as the juices from my pussy had dripped onto my powder–blue pants suit, darkening the crotch to a deep blue.
My hands trembled as I took scissors, then shaving cream and a razor, and shaved off Ray’s pubic hair. All the time his throbbing hard–on kept bobbing against my hands. Then the ladies insisted that he hold his legs open wide so I could shave his asshole.
The women all gathered around Ray, pulling on his cock and stroking his freshly shaved balls. I was totally clueless when Loretta put a tube of K–Y jelly and a long dildo on the table between his legs. The girls coached me as I lubed it up, then shoved it up Ray’s asshole. He groaned with pleasure! I could not believe his reaction-or the surge of power that I felt, being able to control a man’s body this way.
Finally Mary Rose said, “Go ahead and jack him off!”
My heart thundered as I took his cock in one hand and pulled and pumped it while with the other hand I kept the dildo moving in and out of his asshole. Any embarrassment that Ray might have felt disappeared as he approached orgasm. He started pumping into my hand and whimpering, begging me, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” until he came, bellowing like a bull, shooting semen all over my hands and his stomach, to the cheers of everyone-except Taylor.
By the time I was done, my wet spot had spread halfway to my knees. I was wiping off my hands and helping Ray clean up, thinking we were done and the party was over, when Loretta announced, “And now for the conclusion, the next person will be stripped and shaved and has to do anything that the people of the opposite sex want.”
“Until dawn,” Cherette added. Everyone giggled and snorted and cheered.
I hadn’t heard about this, but Mary Rose leaned over me and whispered, “Did you think we were going to let that honey Travis get away?”
I smiled. Taylor came up to me and began pulling me to my feet. “We’re leavin’,” he said angrily.
I told him I wanted to stay.
“Woman,” he said, “I’m already mad enough. What if they draw your name? They’ll strip you naked, shave your . . . crotch . . . and every guy here will get to . . . fuck . . . you.”
The guys cheered.
Taylor shouted above the din, “And you’ll have to suck their cocks and take them up your butt. Until dawn.” Rage contorted his face.
I wanted to tell him my name wouldn’t be drawn, but I couldn’t admit the game was rigged. Instead I said, quite loudly, “Well, then, I guess I will be stripped, shaved and fucked until dawn.”
Above the cheers I heard a deep voice say, “Up both holes, honey!”
I smiled back. “Yeah, up both holes,” I said, knowing it wouldn’t happen.
Mary Rose came between me and Taylor, again reminding him of the fun he had. She was shaking her fingers and her tits at him when her husband reached around me and pulled her panties down again. This time as she fell down she wasn’t able to hold onto them, and he stripped them away, leaving her totally naked. She began chasing him around the trailer, trying to get her panties back, to everyone’s laughter.
What with the argument between Taylor and me and the tussle over Mary Rose’s panties, Loretta forgot to restack the cups. Her husband called out, “Let’s draw the next name,” and reached for the cup-the one with my name in it.
I was laughing at Mary Rose when suddenly I heard my name called by an excited male voice, followed by loud cheering. Before I realized what was happening, a dozen hands grabbed me, pushing Taylor out of the way.
I knew I should try to explain that I wasn’t the one who was supposed to be stripped, but greedy hands had already pulled my zipper down and my bra off my shoulders and down my arms along with my pants suit. They were quickly replaced by rough hands squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.
I should have said that it was supposed to be Travis getting stripped. But by now my pants suit and pantyhose were down around my ankles and my panties were ripped away, allowing excited fingers to penetrate my holes. Twenty hands probed and fondled my body, then lowered me to the mattress–covered coffee table and pulled my shoes and pantyhose off.
I should have told the men I didn’t really mean it when I said I would take it up both holes, but a cock was thrust in my mouth, my legs were spread wide by strong arms, and another cock was driven up my cunt. I had never had a cock in my mouth before, and I had never before had a cock so long that it touched my uterus. Within seconds I forgot everything else in the world as pleasure swept over me.
My first orgasm came so hard that I screamed around the cock exploring the back of my throat. When semen poured in my mouth and ran down my cheeks and neck, I was so consumed with the pleasure coming from the fucking I was receiving that reflexively I swallowed as much as I could.
Another cock quickly replaced the one in my mouth. In the fog surrounding me, I heard the guys cheering and felt hands passing over my body. I surrendered to wave after wave of orgasm.
I saw that Mary Rose was being fucked on the couch.
While one cock was plowing my cunt, I felt my asshole being lubed up and then penetrated with the same dildo I had shoved up Ray’s asshole. I loved all the sensations going through my body. When the guy fucking me-I never saw who it was, as my vision was blocked by a sea of balls and assholes-pulled out, the dildo in my ass was replaced by the biggest cock of all. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
At that moment, I knew my marriage to Taylor was over. I would never be content with his cock again.
For almost an hour, a continuous train of cocks competed for my holes. Suddenly I was startled back to reality when a pussy was shoved in my face! I looked up between Mary Rose’s legs to see her smiling down at me. She spread her lips and asked me to lick her, “Just like Nina Hartley does, hon.”
When she bent over me in a 69, dripping semen onto my face, and began licking my pussy, the guys cheered. That was the first time I had ever been eaten. Soon a cock was thrust in her pussy above my face, and I licked both of them as she had a wave of orgasms.
After Mary Rose finally pulled her pussy off my face, I took a break. Three of the women had left, pissed off that their husbands were fucking me. So I was surprised to see that Taylor was still there-the only one with his clothes on, watching from the corner.
When I went to the bathroom, I saw Loretta and Marilyn fucking Travis and Ray in Loretta’s bedroom. When Travis rolled off of Loretta, she told me that they had never had a party go this far. “But then, we’ve never had a girl’s name drawn before. Just look at what you started, Nina Hartley!”
We all returned to the front room, where Ray returned the favor and shaved my pussy. Then the fucking started again. I put the mattress on the floor and had Travis, who turned out to be the guy with the biggest cock, lie on it. I straddled him and bounced on his cock. Before he came off, Ray scooted up behind me and entered my asshole. I smiled at Taylor as I was fucked up both holes and told him I finally knew what it was I had been missing. He stormed off in a rage.
By dawn every guy there had fucked every hole in my body at least once. And four of the women, my friends from the bleachers, did a 69 with me.
As you guessed, that night I became a slut. Since then I’ve never gone by my real name. I became Nina Hartley.
When I got home, Taylor screamed at me, calling me a whore and a harlot. I told him to fuck off and went to sleep. I woke up to find that he had left me, taking the kids. I figured he’d bring them back when he got tired of taking care of them.
That afternoon I moved in with Ray. Within a week, he talked me into dancing topless at the local bar. A week later he had me working in the massage parlor. A few days later he got me to start doing tricks in the whorehouse. I loved it. And I loved Ray for encouraging and supporting me in doing it.
At up to five tricks a night, within a year I had fucked more than a thousand men. I got a lot of requests because of looking like Nina Hartley, except that I always kept my pussy shaved.
One of my regular customers, Bruce, was a lawyer from Phoenix whose wife had died of cancer the year before. A friend of his had recommended me, and I guess I lived up to his fantasies when I let him fuck me up the ass. He came back almost every week, then asked me to go out with him, something I had never done with my johns.
Ray and I had split up by then, and I really liked Bruce, so I decided to go out with him. He picked me up in a limousine and took me to the fanciest restaurant in town. Over wine he said he had fallen in love with me.
I was flattered but said I could never be true to just one man. He floored me when he said it turned him on that I fucked other men! He promised that if I married him, I could fuck anyone I wanted! He added, blushing, that he hoped I would let him watch.
So I became a respectable wife and moved into a nice house. I became a mother to his teenage children, and he became a loving father to my children. Thanks to his respectability, I was able to get full custody of my kids. We became a “happy churchgoing family,” or so our neighbors and children thought.
At least a couple of times a month we drove out someplace where I could meet strange men and invite them to fuck me, usually while Bruce watched. Sometimes he joined in. In time, he bought a video camera and started making videos of me fucking my lovers. We have more than two hundred of them now-our own personal porno library. I only wish I had a videotape of that first night in Loretta’s trailer!
Bruce has taped me doing several bachelor parties, and even occasional raunchy stag parties for bunches of horny college kids. Those are the tapes my new lovers and boyfriends prefer watching. Then they fuck me while Bruce tapes them, adding their performances to our collection.
He always encourages me to pick up and seduce new men. Last year, after my youngest child left home, we moved to Reno, where I started working as an escort. I do it mostly for the fun and pleasure, but it also supplements our income now that Bruce has retired. I truly love him, and I know that he cherishes me.-”N.H.,” Reno, Nevada
I was standing in physical therapy when I saw her, and I just stopped and stared as she walked by, my lower jaw hanging down. I had seen beautiful women before, but this nurse was something else. Her loose uniform prevented me from seeing what kind of body she had, but her overall appearance suggested that it would be a great one.
I had never seen her before, but as I watched her walk down the corridor I hoped I would be seeing a lot more of her. Maybe I could even get something going with this nurse and my wife Rachel, I thought. Fat chance.
I finished in PT and put my cart away. It was still early in my eight-to-four swing shift, but all my work was done and I wanted to make my escape while I could. I had the next seven days off and I wanted a head start. It was just about midnight, and I figured Rachel wouldn’t have been in bed too long by the time I got home. The half-hour drive went quickly, but I was surprised to find the lights still on at the house, and a little annoyed to find a car in my parking spot. As I turned off the engine I was even more surprised to hear music coming from the house. Then a shadow passed across the living room window.
As quietly as I could, I climbed out of my car and crept up to the window. Through the drapes I could just make out four people sitting at the dining room table. I made my way around the house to the dining room windows, and was relieved to find that the curtains had not been closed. Looking in, I felt my jaw drop in disbelief. There, seated around the table were Rachel, her friend Jessie, Jessie’s husband Hal and some guy I had never seen before. It wasn’t the fact that these people were in my house at this early hour that stunned me. No–it was the fact that Jessie was in just her bra and panties, Hal was bare-chested, the stranger wore only his pants, and Rachel was wearing her jeans and bra, but no shirt. They were obviously playing strip poker.
I couldn’t make out what was being said, so I made my way to the back of the house and slid open the window to the guest bedroom, then climbed through and tiptoed down the hallway until I could see into the dining room. From my vantage point I had a clear view of the large wall mirror, which showed me everything in the room, without the danger of detection.
I still couldn’t believe that my beautiful wife was playing strip poker. She wouldn’t even play regular poker with me! I watched silently as the cards were dealt and the stranger, who seemed to be named Travis, won. I stared hungrily as Jessie removed her bra and Rachel removed her jeans. Hal lost his pants as well. The game was one hand away from being over if Jessie lost. It was Rachel’s turn to deal. I watched as each card was dealt, and I could hardly suppress a groan of disappointment as Jessie won the hand. Hal removed his socks, and Travis rather theatrically took off his pants. Rachel was watching carefully, as if she didn’t want to miss a thing. Travis’s body looked like it had been chipped from rock. He had a very muscular physique, which I envied. Then Rachel slowly removed her bra, her hands holding the cups in place as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders. Then she lowered her hands, taking the bra with them. Travis and Hal were all eyes as my golden-haired wife’s tits came into view.
Now Jessie dealt the cards, her grapefruit-size tits jiggling with each movement. The bets were made and the cards were shown. Rachel won, and I watched breathlessly as Jessie, Hal, and Travis stood up. Jessie slowly removed her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, the small patch of pubic hair testifying that her blondeness was genuine. Hal slid off his briefs, uncovering his massive hard-on. It had to have measured at least eight inches, but was not particularly thick. Then Travis removed his boxers. My breath caught in my throat as his monster cock was revealed. If Hal measured eight inches, Travis had to be ten or eleven, and was as thick around as three of my fingers.
“Looks like you won, Rachel,” Jessie said.
“I guess I did,” my wife replied. “Never thought I would win at a game of poker. But what do we do now?”
“Well,” Travis said, “we could keep playing, and the winner of each hand gets to put his or her clothes back on. Or–” He hesitated, looking at Jessie and Rachel. “Or the winner of each hand gets to pick something they want to see one of the others do.”
“Sounds like fun,” Jessie said, eyeing Rachel. Everyone agreed, and Hal dealt the cards. Travis was the winner.
“Now what?” Rachel asked.
“Now I want to see Jessie suck my cock,” Travis said with a grin.
Jessie stood up and walked around the table, then knelt between Travis’s legs. She licked tentatively at the bulbous head of his dick before slowly engulfing the turgid rod in her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly up and down over his shaft, taking a little more into her mouth each time. Try as she might, though, she could not manage to take it all. Yet she kept trying for several minutes, until Travis finally stopped her. “Whoa, don’t want things to end to soon,” he said with a grin.
Another hand was dealt, and Hal won.
“Let’s see,” he said, and thought a minute. “How about if Jessie sucks Rachel’s pussy? But I want Rachel to lie down on the table so we can all get to see.”
Hal and Travis cleared the table, then helped Rachel up onto it. They placed themselves on either side of her, where they could get the best view, as Jessie stood up and walked up to her. I watched in awe as Jessie pulled Rachel’s panties down and off. Gently pulling her legs apart, the blonde woman bent down and softly ran the tip of her tongue across Rachel’s pussy lips. A soft moan escaped my lovely wife’s mouth. Jessie now pulled the outer lips apart, revealing her clit. Up to now she had been slow and tender, but suddenly she was like a woman possessed as she ravenously attacked Rachel’s pussy. Rachel’s body bucked, and she began moaning and writhing non-stop. Locking her legs around Jessie’s head, she ground her inflamed pussy against the other woman’s face.
The men were not standing idly by. They were leaning over Rachel, each of them feasting on one of her tits, and at one point she grabbed for their engorged cocks and began stroking them, one in each hand. Before my eyes my beautiful wife was being transformed into a ravenously sexual woman who couldn’t get enough. Now, turning her head toward Hal, she devoured his manhood with her mouth, sucking his shaft fiercely, only to abandon him a minute later and turn to do the same to Travis. I had never seen her so turned on. Suddenly she screamed around Travis’s cock, her back arching off the table as a massive orgasm swept over her.
Jessie remained between Rachel’s legs, still nuzzling fiercely at her pussy, while my wife continued working on Hal and Travis. Soon both men were close to coming. Whipping their cocks from Rachel’s grasp, they beat themselves to orgasm, shooting wad after wad onto Rachel’s heaving tits, until her glorious mounds were running with come. At that point Jessie abandoned Rachel’s pussy, kissing her way up my wife’s body, then licking up all the come from her chest, paying special attention to her rigid nipples.
Once Jessie had cleaned off Rachel’s chest, she turned her attention to Travis, grabbing his huge member and leading him by it to the living room. Climbing off the table, Rachel took hold of Hal’s shaft and followed her. I managed to remain unseen by retreating to the kitchen, but there was no convenient mirror in the living room, and I couldn’t see what was going on without revealing myself. Creeping back out the bedroom window, I moved to the front of the house, but with the curtains blocking the living room window I couldn’t see anything but vague forms.
Reluctantly I went back to my car, started it up as quietly as I could and drove down the road until I could watch the house without being seen. I looked at my watch and saw that it was now three in the morning. I waited there in my car for some time, and finally I saw my front door open, and Rachel, Jessie, Hal and Travis walk out. Rachel kissed each of them and watched as they climbed into their car and drove off. It was now four-thirty, close to the time when I would ordinarily be getting home.
I sat in my car for another half hour, softly stroking the strongest erection I could ever remember having. I was stunned by Rachel’s actions, and by my reaction. We had talked about swinging, but nothing had ever come of it, and no opportunity had ever presented itself until now.
I drove back to the house and went inside. In the bedroom, Rachel was sleeping soundly. I cuddled up next to my beautiful wife and drifted off to sleep with the vision in my mind of her lying on the table with three people servicing her wanton appetites.
Waking suddenly, I turned over and looked at the alarm clock. It was eleven o’clock, and Rachel was gone. I wondered where she was. Then, as I thought about what I had seen last night, I had an idea. I dressed and went downtown, looking for a good electronics store. When I found one, I purchased several security cameras of the most sophisticated type, complete with sound. Rachel still wasn’t home when I got back, so I hurried inside and began installing the cameras, positioning them so they could not be readily observed. I put one each in the bathroom, the bedroom, the dining room and the living room. Then I climbed back into bed and fell asleep.
Rachel got back in time to wake me at five o’clock so I could get ready for work. When she did this, I realized that she had forgotten about my vacation days, which was fine with me. As she was making dinner I set the four cameras on motion-sensing mode, so that they would automatically start filming whenever anyone entered the room. At seven o’clock I left the house as usual, and drove around for a couple of hours. Then I drove back to where I had parked before to observe my house. Sure enough, at about ten-thirty Jessie, Hal and Travis appeared and were promptly admitted to the house.
Heading downtown again, I found an all-night movie, where I killed a couple of hours. After that I had breakfast and coffee at a diner until it was time for me to come home. Rachel woke up as I got into bed with her. She told me she was planning to go over to Jessie’s for the day and hang out, since Hal had to work. I told her that was fine, and went to sleep.
A couple of hours later I heard Rachel get up, but I pretended to still be asleep until I heard her leave. Once she was safely gone, I got up, dressed, grabbed the videotapes from the cameras and headed to the living room. I put the tape from the living room camera in the VCR, rewound it and hit “play.” Sure enough, I hit pay dirt on the first try.
The scene started with my beautiful wife ushering the other three into the room. I watched as Jessie and Hal sat in the recliners, and Rachel and Travis settled on the couch. For a while they all just sat around talking about nothing in particular.
It was Travis who made the first move. I watched as he placed his hand on Rachel’s knee. When she made no objection he slowly worked his way up her leg, still talking to Hal and Jessie. Rachel parted her legs a bit, allowing Travis’s hand to slide under her skirt. A small moan escaped her, and she closed her eyes, which told me that Travis’s hand had reached heaven’s gate. While he continued to work under her skirt, Rachel loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, then reached inside and pulled out his massive cock. Jessie and Hal were all eyes as my gorgeous wife rocked her hips against Travis’s hand while fisting his shaft at the same time.
Then Jessie stood up and began to undress. Totally nude, she crossed the room and knelt between Travis’s legs, where she made quick work of undressing him. Meanwhile Hal had taken off his own clothes and now came over to undress Rachel. With all four of them nude, Hal leaned in and began to lick and suck at Rachel’s pussy. Jessie gently removed Rachel’s hand from Travis’s shaft and bent to take it in her mouth, swallowing as much of it as she could. Travis reached down to cup her tits in his hands while she worked on his raging hard-on.
Rachel was humping her hips against Hal’s face, her eyes closed, lost in the erotic sensations he was giving her as he worked noisily on her wet pussy. Then she screamed, and her whole frame went rigid as her orgasm wracked her body. Travis, however, showed no sign of losing control as Jessie continued to suck him. Then they changed positions, Rachel now kneeling on the floor between Hal’s legs while Travis crouched between Jessie’s thighs, gently stroking his tongue through her pussy lips.
Rachel licked, kissed and nibbled her way up and down Hal’s shaft, at first avoiding the bulbous head, while Hal’s hips bucked as he tried to work his cock between my beautiful wife’s lips. Finally she took mercy on him and devoured his throbbing tool, taking it deep into her mouth. Hal began to fuck her mouth slowly, at the same time reaching over to fondle his own wife’s large nipples.
After several minutes they once again changed positions. Hal and Travis lay on their backs on the floor. Jessie mounted Travis while Rachel mounted Hal, and as they began fucking the two women leaned toward each other and kissed, while fondling each other’s tits. They fucked and bounced in erotic abandon, their faces reflecting their ecstatic enjoyment. Then Jessie climbed off Travis’s dick and crouched on the floor between Hal’s legs, raising her ass in the air so Travis could impale her from behind. She then began to lick and suck on Rachel’s clit as my wife bounced up and down on Hal’s pole, while Travis rammed into Jessie with increasing urgency. In a few minutes the air was filled with grunts and moans as everyone came in one mutual climax. Travis pulled out of Jessie and shot a load so powerful that the first couple of spurts arched over her back and landed on Rachel’s tits, the rest splashing onto Jessie’s ass. Hal pulled out of Rachel and showered Jessie’s face and my wife’s pussy with his cream. Jessie lovingly licked Rachel’s tits clean of Travis’s juice, then kissed her deeply. Then they lay quietly for a while as the guys softly stroked the women’s bodies, until finally they all got up and dressed.
I put a new tape in the living room camera and reset it, just in case there was another meeting that night. Then I climbed into my car and drove out to Jessie’s house, hoping to catch some more action. I parked a block away and made my way to the house. I saw Rachel’s car in the driveway, and carefully peered into the living room window. The room was empty. I then moved to the front door and found it unlocked. Silently I entered Jessie’s house, and I heard soft moans coming from the back. I tiptoed cautiously down the hallway until I found myself standing outside Jessie’s bedroom. The door was open a crack, and peeking through it I had a clear view of Rachel and Jessie on the bed. They were both nude and locked in an urgent 69 position. There was no delicacy about their coupling it was almost animalistic, the way they were attacking each other, avidly devouring each other’s crotch.
Jessie buried three fingers deep inside Rachel’s pussy, and Rachel moaned with pleasure. Then Jessie climbed off the bed. I heard her rummaging through a drawer, and then she reappeared, holding a double-headed dildo. Slowly she inserted one end into Rachel, then lay down with her pussy inches from Rachel’s cunt and inserted the other end into herself. They fucked each other with abandon. Suddenly Travis appeared by the bed, also nude, and fed his cock into Rachel’s hungry mouth. Rachel worked on his shaft as urgently as she was fucking Jessie. Travis squeezed her tits with one hand, while the other moved down to play with the clits of both women.
Rachel now rolled on top of Jessie, and I watched in fascination as Travis grabbed a jar of Vaseline and liberally coated Rachel’s asshole with it, then lathered some onto his prick and his fingers. Slowly he worked one finger into her tight anus, and then another. He waited for her to get used to them before inserting a third finger. Once she had relaxed sufficiently, he withdrew the fingers and carefully eased his cock into her bowels. Inch after inch of his shaft disappeared into that narrow passage, until his balls lay against her ass cheeks. He held himself there for several minutes, while Jessie meanwhile continued to pound herself and Rachel with the dildo.
Now Travis began to move slowly in and out of Rachel’s tight asshole, her moans of passion urging him on. Soon he was fucking my wife forcefully, his balls slapping against her writhing buttocks. Rachel’s breath came in gasps as she got closer to orgasm. Travis was nearing his climax as well. His body tensed as he worked to hold off his impending release.
“I’m . . . I’m coming!” Rachel wailed, “Ohh . . . Ooohh God, I’m coming!”
At that point I made a hasty retreat, not wanting to get caught. I still could not believe everything I had seen, on the tape and just now. My sweet wife had become a sexual animal, and I desperately wanted to take her and make passionate love to her. But she had a good thing going, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her. I wasn’t sure how Jessie or Hal would react if they found out that I knew about the four of them. So I decided I would just keep quiet and see how things developed. They developed faster than I expected, and I’ll tell you about it next time.–L.T., Baltimore, Maryland
Last month I told the story of how I discovered my wife Rachel having secret sexual orgies with our friends Hal and Jessie, and another friend of theirs named Travis. Spying on them made me so excited that I set up some hidden cameras in our house, so I could tape their activities when I wasn’t around to peek. I ended by telling how I spied on them again at Hal and Jessie’s house, and how I decided to keep quiet for the moment about what I knew, and see how things developed.
I was on vacation from my job for a few days, but after what I saw that night I was feeling restless, and I decided I would see how things were going at the hospital where I worked. I went up to Physical Therapy, and as I passed by the exercise room I saw that the sexy new redheaded nurse I had noticed the previous day was working out. I watched as she lay on her back, legs spread, pumping iron. I waited until she finished, then stepped in. “Excuse me,” I said.
The girl jumped to her feet, startled, “Can I help you?” she asked.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “I work here. I saw you come in yesterday. My name’s Larry, what’s yours?”
“Hi, Nina. It’s pretty impressive watching you work out,” I said. I was trying to hide the bulge in my pants, but Nina was looking right at it.
“I can tell,” she said with a smile. She looked me up and down, and something glittered in her eyes. “If you liked that,” she murmured, “check this out.” With that she stepped across the room, her muscular ass cheeks flexing, and settled herself on one of the exercise machines. She placed her feet in the stirrups and smiled up at me as she began to spread her legs and then relax them. I tried hard to stifle a groan as I watched her pussy lips strain at the elastic crotch of her tight outfit before they were hidden by her legs again. For several minutes she teased me that way, flashing her hidden pussy.
“You should like this even better,” she said, switching to another machine. Sitting down, she grabbed the handles and proceeded to spread her arms, her tits straining at her clinging top. Each time she repeated the movement, her nipples seemed to get bigger, pushing hard against the stretchy fabric.
Moving closer, I stared openly at her chest as she thrust it out with each repetition. Then suddenly she stopped her exercising and brazenly removed her spandex exercise clothes. All of them. Totally nude, she sat back down and continued her workout.
“How’s about you join me in some exercises?” Nina said then.
“I’m not much of a gym guy,” I said lamely.
Nina stood up and walked over to me. “Who’s talking about lifting weights?” she said cupping my denim-clad balls in her hand.
I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what she wanted, and in a flash I was as nude as she was. I cupped her luscious tits in my hands and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Nina leaned her head back, enjoying the sensations. Her hand grabbed my shaft and pumped it slowly.
For several minutes we stood there fondling each other. Then she knelt before me and stared at my dick before engulfing it in her furnace-like mouth.
“Oh God!” I breathed.
Nina bobbed her head up and down a few times, and then slowly lowered it all the way, not stopping until she had taken my entire shaft into her mouth, her nose nestled in my pubic hair. Then she began to hum. I felt I was going to lose it for sure. There seemed to be a thousand tiny fingers dancing around my shaft. Then she went back to giving me a normal blowjob. I couldn’t get over my amazement at having this beautiful young nurse kneeling in front of me with my raging hard-on nestled between her lips.
After a while I pulled her to her feet, led her over to a bench and had her lie down on her back, her legs on either side of the bench. Leaning forward, I nuzzled her pussy lips with my nose, then snaked my tongue through the folds of her cunt. I gently pulled her outer lips apart, exposing her distended clit. I ran the flat of my tongue across her pussy, starting at the bottom and working up, rubbing it roughly across her love button.
Nina’s juices were flowing freely down into the crack of her ass and then pooling on the bench. I worked feverishly on her moist cunt until she began hunching her hips against my mouth. I jabbed my tongue as deeply as I could into her pussy and began tongue-fucking her. Soon her breath was coming in short gasps. Suddenly she threw her legs across my shoulders and locked my head in a crushing grip. Her body tensed and her juices almost boiled out of her as her orgasm raced through her. Her climax lasted several minutes before she relaxed and released her grip on my head.
“Now fuck me,” she panted.
She stood up and spun around, bracing herself against the bench with her hands. Her muscular ass stared at me as she spread her legs wide. Stepping up to her, I guided my hard cock to her pussy and rammed it in deep.
A velvety vise seemed to grab my shaft as I began to lunge into her hot box. She rhythmically tightened and then relaxed her pussy muscles as I pounded into her. I reached around her and grabbed her tits in my hands, pulling her back against me with each powerful thrust. Nina reached between her legs and began to finger her clit. I continued to fuck her for what seemed an eternity. Sweat dripped off my face and onto her back.
“Wait!” she cried suddenly, pulling away. To my consternation she ran out of the room, but she came back quickly.
“Close your eyes,” she instructed me.
I started to protest.
“Just close your eyes,” she insisted. “It’ll be worth it.”
I closed my eyes and waited. I felt her hand close around my shaft and softly pump it a few times. The feeling was strangely cold. Then I felt myself being guided forward until my cockhead met some resistance.
“Now push hard,” Nina panted.
I rammed my cock hard, and the resistance gave way. I felt a tight warmth envelope my cock, and then I felt my balls slap against her flesh.
“Open your eyes,” she whispered, and when I did so I was happily surprised to find my hard cock buried deep inside Nina’s ass.
“You’re right,” I gasped, as she contracted and released the muscles in her ass. “It was worth it.”
I was lost in the moment. I pounded fast and furiously into Nina’s tight ass. The workings of her inner muscles felt like hands massaging my shaft.
“I’m going to come,” I grunted.
“Go ahead, fill my ass with your sperm,” Nina breathed, fingering her clit. I continued to pound my way into her anal depths, and then I buried myself deep inside her as I erupted with blast after blast, coating her bowels with my cream.
After my climax ended, Nina pulled away and cleaned off my wilting member with some baby wipes from her bag. Once she had me clean she knelt down, took me into her mouth once more and sucked me till I was hard again. Even then she kept sucking, stopping only long enough to tell me to let her know her when I was close to coming. Then she continued her talented lip service, occasionally dipping her head down to lick my balls and the sensitive section between balls and asshole, until I felt another climax coming on, and told her so.
With that she straightened up on her knees and trapped my hard cock between her jutting tits. Pressing those firm mounds around me, she began to move up and down, rubbing my cock between them. The friction was incredible, and I didn’t want it to end. Each time the head of my cock cleared her cleavage, Nina licked it with her tongue. After several minutes of this I couldn’t hold out any longer. “I’m gonna come!” I warned her.
Nina moved back a little and took my dick in her fist, aiming it at her heaving tits. The first blast hit her in the chin, but the rest landed on her breasts. I watched with fascination as she rubbed my come into her tits, occasionally scooping some into her mouth.
“That was fun,” she said as we began to get dressed. “Maybe we can do this again sometime.” She smiled at me. “Who knows, maybe my husband can join us.”
So she had a husband she hadn’t told me about. Well, two could play at that game. “I’d like that,” I said. “Especially if we could get my wife to join the party.”
Nina didn’t even raise her eyebrows. “Why not?” she said.
My heart was racing. “How about if you and your husband come over to our place tomorrow afternoon for lunch. We have a hot tub, so you can bring your bathing suits along. I’ll fix it up with Rachel, and hopefully we can eliminate the bathing suits later.”
“Sounds like fun,” Nina said.
The next morning I asked Rachel what she was doing for lunch that day. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Why?”
“Well, I invited one of the nurses at the hospital to come to lunch with her husband. I think you’ll like them, and I was thinking that after we ate we could do some hot tubbing. What do you think?”
Rachel hesitated for a moment, and I wondered if she had made other plans for the day. But then she said, “I guess it would be okay.”
“Great. I’ll call and firm it up.”
Nina’s husband Chuck was a good-looking man, fairly tall, with dark hair and eyes. His clothes fit snugly on his rather muscular body, which spoke of hours spent at the gym.
We sat around getting acquainted for a while, and by the time lunch was ready we were all getting along beautifully. Afterwards I suggested that we all suit up and jump in the hot tub. Rachel and I put our suits on in our bedroom while Chuck and Nina changed in the downstairs bathroom. Then we all went out and climbed into the tub.
Rachel sat next to me, with Chuck and Nina across from us. When I had spoken to Nina on the phone earlier, we had agreed to let Chuck make the opening moves. I wanted him to pretend to do it clandestinely, so that at first Rachel would not realize that Nina and I knew what was going on. Nina said she would make sure he understood.
Now the four of us sat in the tub for a while, continuing our idle chitchat. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I saw Rachel give a slight start, and then quickly look at me, as if checking to see if I had noticed. When I gave no sign, she turned her gaze to Chuck, who gave her a quick grin. At that Rachel casually slid further down into the water, until only her head remained above the surface, saying something about how good the water felt. Again I saw her give a slight jump, and a moment later I felt her foot brush against mine as she spread her legs. I knew this was to allow Chuck better access. Through the water I could just make out his foot as it snaked out and softly rubbed up and down over Rachel’s crotch. Then my wife’s hand reached down and pulled her swimsuit to one side, giving him direct access to her pussy. My heart leaped. This was going to work!
Nina’s foot now slipped between my legs, and was soon caressing my rapidly swelling shaft. I glanced over at Rachel, but her eyes were now closed as Chuck continued stroking her pussy. Once in a while he would slip his big toe inside her as far as he could. Her mouth was open slightly, but she made no sound. I felt it was now time to move things along. Winking at Chuck to signal him that I was about to do so, I turned to Rachel.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” I asked, smiling.
“Mmmmm, yeah, it does,” she purred, thinking I was referring to the warm, bubbling water.
“Well, honey,” I said, “you should have told me that you liked having your pussy rubbed with a foot.”
“What!” she gasped, sitting up quickly, her eyes opening wide.
Chuck was grinning at her. “It’s okay,” he said. “See, your husband and my wife got to know each other really well last night.” He rose and came across the hot tub to kneel between Rachel’s parted legs. “Now I think it’s time you and I got better acquainted, don’t you?” With that he stroked his fingers gently across her uncovered pussy mound. Rachel looked over at me questioningly.
“Go ahead,” I told her. “Have fun. I’ll explain later. As a matter of fact, why don’t we all get more comfortable?” And I reached over and pulled the straps of Rachel’s suit down off her shoulders. When she made no objection, Chuck grabbed the material and slowly peeled it down. Rachel’s gorgeous tits popped free, and I watched in anticipation as she lifted her hips, allowing Chuck to slip the suit down over her legs and off. He threw it onto the deck, and my now nude wife, seeing that neither I nor Nina had any problem with this, reached down to pull off his bikini-style trunks.
As his hard cock came free, she took it in her fist. Then, with just a swift glance at me, she bent to kiss the head, then licked her way down his shaft, pausing to flick her tongue across his nuts. For several minutes my gorgeous wife licked up and down the rigid shaft, until finally she took the bulbous head slowly into her mouth. Holding just that much of his member between her lips, she began doing something with her tongue that seemed to drive Chuck crazy. He bucked his hips, trying to get the rest of his cock into her mouth, but Rachel held him in place with an iron grip. Try as he could, Chuck couldn’t force even a fraction more of his pole past those vise-like lips.
My own cock was threatening to tear itself free of my swim trunks when I felt Nina’s hands grab the elastic band and yank them down my legs. I had been so enthralled with the display my wife and Chuck were putting on that I had not even noticed as Nina disrobed. Grabbing my hard cock, the gorgeous nurse pulled me up until my shaft was free of the water, and once I was exposed she took me deep into her mouth. She began to bob her head while gently rolling my nuts around in the palm of her hand.
When I again looked over at Rachel and Chuck I saw that things had changed. Rachel was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, with Chuck’s head buried between her legs. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. I reached out to play with my wife’s hard-nippled tits as Chuck did a number on her sweet pussy. Rachel’s breathing soon turned rapid and shallow as she raced toward a climax.
I turned my attention back to Nina. She had reached over and was now fisting Chuck’s cock as she devoured mine. I pulled her to her feet, turned her around and had her brace herself against the hot tub as I rammed my prick deep inside her from behind. As I fucked her, Rachel leaned over and began tonguing Nina’s nipples. That was too much for me. I pulled out of Nina and blasted my load all over her back. Rachel moaned and then screamed, arching her back and spasming as her own enormous climax overtook her.
She had barely recovered when Chuck pulled her down into the water and onto his rigid cock. She cried out once again with passion as he buried himself deep inside her and began to pound her relentlessly. I felt my cock stiffen again. Although in the last few days I had repeatedly watched my wife fucking other men, both live and on tape, the sensation was still fairly new to me, and it made me hot as hell. I turned Nina around and dove face-first into her honeypot. I lashed my tongue all around her pussy, then alternated fast and slow strokes. After several minutes of that I sucked on her clit while ramming first two, then three fingers into her clenching pussy.
Chuck was literally holding Rachel up now, her arms clutching his neck and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they fucked each other. As Nina started to come, she squeezed her muscular thighs around my head, blocking my view of our spouses. But I could hear Chuck’s grunting becoming more erratic. Nina, panting and moaning, finally released me just in time for me to see Rachel drop to her knees, wrap her hand around Chuck’s shaft and jerk him off until he came in her mouth. Come was spilling from the corners of her mouth by the time his orgasm ended. Then Nina leaned over, and I watched the two women tonguing each other’s mouth, sharing Chuck’s sauce.
After that we all lay back in the hot water, exhausted. It was late in the afternoon by now, and Rachel had a meeting to go to that evening. She decided to go take a shower and get dressed.
“Mind some company?” Chuck grinned.
“Not at all” Rachel answered, grinning back.
The two of them climbed out of the hot tub and walked into the house. I wondered what was going to happen in that shower, and then I remembered that I had put a camera in the bathroom, and I would be able to see everything that took place in there later on. Meanwhile Nina and I stayed where we were.
“So, Larry, did this turn out like you had hoped?” Nina asked.
“Yeah, it did. Rachel and I have talked about swinging for some time, but we never did it before. At least, not together.” I then told Nina about my discovery of Rachel’s activities, and how I had made a tape of one of her sessions.
“Oh, sounds wild. Can we watch it?” Nina asked.
“Sure. Stick around, and I’ll play it for you after Rachel leaves.”
Which I did, and next time I’ll tell
you what happened after that.–L.T., Baltimore, Maryland
In previous installments I told about how I set up some spy cameras in my house after discovering my wife Rachel having secret sexual orgies with our friends Hal and Jessie, and another man named Travis. Without telling Rachel what I knew, I arranged a lunch at our house with Nina, a sexy redheaded nurse who I had met and dallied with at the hospital where we worked, and her husband Chuck. With my connivance, Chuck managed to get Rachel sexually interested, which led to a four-way orgy in our hot tub. Afterwards Rachel went off to take a shower, and Chuck accompanied her. While they busied themselves their activity being caught on the camera I had planted in the bathroom , I told Nina about the tape of Rachel’s last sex session in our living room, and she expressed an interest in seeing it.
Rachel had a business meeting that evening, and when she left I got out the tape I had watched the previous day and put it in the VCR. Nina, Chuck and I sat on the couch, with Nina in the middle. I fast-forwarded through the introductory stuff to the point where Travis placed his hand on Rachel’s knee. When Rachel pulled Travis’s monster cock from his pants, I heard Nina gasp.
“My God, he’s huge!” she exclaimed.
As Jessie and Hal, on the screen, stripped and crossed the room, I felt Nina’s hand pulling my zipper down. Then she reached inside and pulled out my rapidly stiffening cock. I glanced over and saw Chuck getting the same treatment. Nina never took her eyes off the screen as she stroked both Chuck and me to hardness. As the action heated up, Chuck and I slowly unbuttoned Nina’s shirt and removed it, along with her bra. With her large tits exposed, we each stroked and fondled one of them as her nipples hardened. “This is making me so hot,” she breathed.
I lowered my hand and opened her jeans, and she lifted her hips so I could push them and her panties down past her knees. Nina did the rest, kicking off both garments, until she sat there nude. I placed my hand on her pubic mound and probed her pussy with my middle finger, my thumb lazily stroking her clit.
On screen Rachel was now sucking on Hal’s cock while Travis went to town on Jessie’s pussy. Nina now leaned over onto her side, lowering her head to Chuck’s lap, her mouth working on his fully hardened cock while her eyes still watched the screen. In this position her pussy and asshole were completely exposed. Bending down, I inhaled her musky aroma and began to lap gently at her cunt lips while running my fingers around her asshole. Chuck was slowly fucking her face, moaning occasionally as he continued to watch the erotic scene unfolding on the screen.
I intensified my pussy licking, trailing my tongue every so often back to Nina’s rear entrance and tracing her anal opening before returning to her dripping cunt. After a few minutes Nina pulled away from us and slid down to the floor, beckoning us to follow. “Larry,” she panted, “I want you in my pussy, and Chuck deep in my ass. I want to be stuffed with both your cocks. Now.”
I lay down on my back and Nina climbed on top of me, impaling herself on my cock. She leaned forward, which brought her large tits within range of my mouth. Then she gave a sudden grunt, and through the thin membrane of her cunt I could feel Chuck’s shaft slide slowly but steadily into his wife’s ass. With Nina moaning and urging us on, Chuck and I soon developed a rhythm that had us plowing in and out of her like there was no tomorrow. I filled my hands with her succulent tit flesh, sucking on one nipple while flicking the other with my thumb then I switched. Nina was lost in her own world of passion as Chuck and I did our best to send her over the edge. The friction from her tight pussy and Chuck’s pumping rod soon became too much for me, and I blasted off deep in her clenching pussy. Chuck groaned hoarsely, and I could feel the twitching of his cock as he washed her bowels with his come. Then Nina let loose her pussy clamped down on me and her sphincter muscles grabbed Chuck as she writhed through her on climax, keening like a siren.
“We have got to do this again,” I said a moment later, as we lay panting on the floor.
“Yes, I want some more of Rachel,” Chuck agreed.
“And I want more of all three of you,” Nina put in.
After Nina and Chuck cleaned up and left, I went and got the tape from the camera I had put in the bathroom, curious to see what had happened between Chuck and Rachel earlier that day. Sure enough, the motion-sensitive device had worked its magic. The tape started up as the two of them entered the bathroom, still nude from the hot tub. As Rachel bent forward to turn on the shower, Chuck began to fondle her delectable ass.
“Didn’t you get enough outside?” Rachel asked, smiling.
“Not of you, I didn’t.”
Testing the water temperature, the two of them stepped in. Rachel handed Chuck the soap, asking him to wash her back. He lathered up her back and buttocks, taking some time working on her ass. Rachel tilted her head forward with a sigh as Chuck lowered his hand further. I could only guess from my wife’s actions that Chuck was soaping her pussy pretty thoroughly. I could see his arm moving and hear Rachel’s moans. When she braced herself against the shower wall there was no doubt about what he was doing to her.
After a minute my wife moved to the back of the shower stall, where she could sit on the ledge. Spreading her legs, she offered her pussy to Chuck. He knelt on the floor, his back to the camera. Rachel sat there with Chuck working overtime on her pussy, rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. He was working so hard I was beginning to think he had somehow gotten stuck to her crotch. Finally Rachel pulled him up, took his renewed hard-on into her mouth and gave him a first-rate blowjob. The two of them seemed to have worked themselves into a sexual frenzy. Rachel was almost sucking Chuck’s cock off, and he was fucking her face so forcefully I was afraid she might hit her head on the shower wall. But then she jumped up, spun around and thrust her ass back at her partner.
“Fuck me!” she gasped. “Fuck me now!”
Chuck aimed his boner at my wife’s dripping pussy and rammed himself deep into her velvety cavern with one thrust. He immediately pulled almost completely out before ramming savagely forward again. Rachel followed his movements, and they went at each other like two animals in heat. Raw lust prevailed as they fucked wildly, Rachel’s moans and cries filling the room. Then Chuck buried himself deep inside her one last time, bending over her back, grabbing onto her hanging tits and holding her tight to him as he came inside her. Rachel reached down with one hand and diddled her clit as she convulsed with a mind-numbing explosion. I watched as they finished their shower and left the bathroom, and the tape automatically ended.
That night, after Rachel got home, we had a long talk. I told her about how Nina and I had fucked at the hospital, and about how we had conspired to seduce her into a foursome.
“Well, I’m glad you told me, and I’m glad it happened,” she said. “And now I have something to share with you.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’ve had sex with another man.”
“You mean Chuck?” I said innocently. “I was there, remember?”
“But you weren’t there when I fucked Hal,” Rachel said. “And his friend Travis. And I even did a girl-girl scene with Jessie. Are you angry?”
“Angry, no,” I said. “Horny, yes. I want all the juicy details.”
So she gave them to me.
It had all begun one night about a month before. I was working and Rachel was bored, so she went over to Jessie’s. She could hear music, and the living room lights were on. She knocked on the door but got no answer. Then she heard a moaning sound from inside. Thinking someone was hurt, she tried the door and found it unlocked, so she rushed into the living room. Then she froze. Jessie was moaning all right, but she wasn’t hurt. She was being fucked by a guy with the biggest cock Rachel had ever seen. For several minutes she stood frozen, watching her best friend fucking someone other than her husband. Then she found herself getting turned on. Her juices were soaking her panties. She said something just came over her. The next thing she knew she was taking her clothes off and approaching the two oblivious lovers as if something was pushing her forward. Without even thinking she got down behind the strange man and started licking his balls.
Rachel said she didn’t know who was more surprised–she herself, at what she was doing, or Jessie’s lover who turned out to be a friend of Hal’s named Travis , or Jessie, when she found that Rachel had turned their twosome into a threesome. Surprised as he was, Travis still kept on fucking Jessie while Rachel continued working on his balls. When Jessie had her orgasm, Travis pulled out of her and pounced on Rachel, who welcomed him with open arms as he impaled her on his monster cock.
Rachel told me she had never felt so stuffed as she did with Travis inside her. He started pounding into her hard and fast. He fucked her for fifteen minutes before he emptied his nuts inside her. When he pulled out, Rachel got another surprise. As soon as Travis was clear of her pussy, Jessie was suddenly there, doing things to her that only another woman would know how to do. She literally sucked Travis’s come out of my wife’s cunt, then started on her clit, giving her a most intense orgasm and leaving her panting and exhausted on the floor. And that was when Hal walked in.
He was greeted by the sight of his good friend rubbing his hard cock against his wife’s ass, while said wife was finishing her work on Rachel’s pussy. For a minute Rachel was afraid that Hal was going to lose it and tear into all three of them. But he simply smiled and asked them if they had saved any for him. Then he calmly removed his clothes.
When Rachel got her first look at Hal’s equipment, her sexual frenzy overtook her again. All she could think about was wanting his cock. She grabbed at him, and he sank down onto her. Their fucking was wild. After they had both come, Rachel looked over at Jessie and saw her best friend bent over the couch, with Travis’s hard cock sliding in and out of her ass. She couldn’t believe it. That’s when Hal told her he wanted to do the same thing to her.
That was one thing Rachel and I had never done, and at first she hesitated. Hal lifted her to her feet and led her over to the couch, near Jessie. He said he would be very gentle, and would stop whenever Rachel wanted. Rachel saw how much Jessie seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, so she told Hal to go ahead. She bent over the couch and Hal covered her asshole with Vaseline. He then slowly inserted his little finger into her anus. Gradually he got her relaxed enough so that he could get two fingers up there, and finally he slowly slid his cock inside her. She felt pressure at first, but as she became accustomed to the size of his cock she was able to accept more and more of it, and she said it felt fantastic. Finally he began to fuck her. She turned to look at Jessie as she enjoyed this new form of sex, and found her friend watching her as well. Then suddenly they were kissing, their tongues dancing together and then probing each other’s mouth. Jessie worked a finger between Rachel’s legs and played with her clit. That was when she had another orgasm. Then Hal was coming deep in her ass. After he pulled out she could feel his come running down into her pussy, and even that turned her on.
That night they fucked and sucked in every position they could think of, and Rachel ate Jessie’s pussy for the first time. Later they told her how they were into swinging and how it had opened up a whole new world for them. Jessie said she’d wanted to invite Rachel to join them for some time, but wasn’t sure how she would take it. Since then the four of them had been meeting for sex almost every night when I was at work.
“Are you angry now?” Rachel asked when she finished her story.
“No, honey. I’m not. But I have something to show you.” I got out the videotape I had shown to Nina and Chuck and put it in the VCR. I had already set it to a particular spot, and suddenly there on the screen was the image of Rachel bouncing on Hal’s cock, facing Jessie as she rode Travis’s dick, the two women kissing passionately as they played with each other’s tits.
Rachel’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “Oh my God!” she gasped, staring at the image of herself. “How did you get this?”
I explained to her then how I had discovered them the other night, and then set up the cameras.
“So you knew all along, you bastard!” Rachel said, but she was starting to smile now.
“Well, just for a couple of days, actually. But I think it’s great. My only regret is that you never asked me to join in. I’ve always had a thing for Jessie, you know, and I’d love to get into her pants.”
“We never thought you’d go for it,” Rachel said. “But I have an idea. I’ll call Jessie, tell her I’m really horny and ask her and Hal to come over. You can wait in here, and after we get started, you sneak into the living room nude. It worked for me, should work for you too.”
“Go for it” I told her.
Rachel picked up the phone and dialed. “Hi, Jessie? Yeah, it’s me. Listen, Larry had to go into work tonight and I could really use your company, if you catch my meaning. Sure, bring Hal along, and Travis too, if you can get hold of him.”
When she hung up she said, “They’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
I was really excited as I quickly got undressed. When the bell rang, Rachel went to let in the guests. I heard her ushering them into the living room. I waited for about twenty minutes to let them get started, and then I walked quietly down the hallway and glanced cautiously through the living room door.
Hal and Travis were slowly removing Rachel’s clothes, kissing her naked flesh as more and more of it became exposed. Jessie stood with her back to me, watching them. When she was nude, Rachel walked up to Jessie and kissed her, her hands lightly caressing the blonde’s body. Jessie began fondling Rachel’s ass, and their kiss became more passionate. Then Hal and Travis joined in, and for several minutes the four of them had a heated group grope there in the middle of the room.
Then Rachel grabbed Travis’s cock and sank to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Jessie knelt also, and began giving her husband an impassioned blowjob while she lightly fondled his ass. Standing in the living room doorway, I had a clear view of everyone.
Rachel’s tits jiggled in her enthusiasm as her head bobbed up and down on Travis’s now glistening shaft. Hal was now holding his wife’s head and fucking her mouth as she moaned happily around his dick. My own hard-on would not let me wait any longer. I silently entered the living room and knelt behind Jessie, getting my first close-up look at her beautiful naked ass. Moisture glistened on her inner thighs as her pussy juice ran down her legs. Those legs were spread just enough to allow me access, and I was not fool enough to pass it up. Squirming as close to her as I could, I began to lap up her juices. Jessie jumped with surprise and her head whipped around.
“Larry!” she gasped.
“Hi, Jessie.” I smiled. “That was delicious. Can I have some more?” I took hold of her hips and pulled her closer, resuming my mouth action on her cunt.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, and turned back to Hal, taking him once more into her mouth.
Hal was smiling at me. “Why don’t I let you and my wife make up for lost time,” he said. He pulled free of Jessie and went over to join Travis and Rachel.
Jessie turned around without removing her pussy from my lips, and inhaled my hard-on deep into her mouth. She began to suck me voraciously, as if bent on getting my come down her throat in as short a time as possible. I, in turn, sped up my pussy licking. The eventual result was a mutual climax, as I blasted deep into Jessie’s mouth and she swallowed every ounce of my sperm. After my eruption she kept up her suction until she had gotten me hard again. Then, spinning around, she mounted me. I played with her impressive tits as she rode me hard and fast.
At one point I glanced over to see Rachel on her hands and knees, still sucking on Travis’s monster cock while Hal impaled her from behind. I managed to move over to them without dislodging Jessie, until I could slide my head under my crouching wife and suck on her gorgeous tits. Soon Hal grunted and pulled out of her, spewing his come all over her back, followed by Travis releasing his load down her throat. Rachel tensed and then went into her own climax, with Jessie fingering her clit. Then Rachel moved over and began sucking on one of Jessie’s tits, as Travis sucked on the other one. Hal moved behind his wife and buried his renewed boner deep into her tight asshole. With all four of us working on Jessie, she was soon writhing in ecstasy, her pussy muscles milking my second load from my cock.
As we lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, Rachel explained to the others all about how I had discovered them, and about the video cameras.
“You mean you’ve been taping us tonight too?” Hal asked.
“Yep. Ought to be a good one, too.”
“Great!” Hal said. “Why don’t we watch it, and that should put us in the mood to make another one!”
Which is just what we did.–L.T., Baltimore, Maryland
My wife is a classic beauty from Down Under, with brownish-blonde hair set on a high-cheek-boned face, a petite body, nicely proportioned breasts and a gorgeous ass. She carries all this with a sexy confidence that probably came from her well-to-do background.
Rita keeps herself looking good with weekly appointments at the spa and by working out at the club. I always catch guys giving their buddies a nudge and checking her out from top to bottom. We’re in our mid-forties, and she is just as hot a lover as ever. Every time I take her clothes off, I say to myself, I can’t believe I’m going to get some of this!
Playing with Rita’s breasts really turns her on. Combine that with a little wine, and it’s not hard to get her in the mood, which I like. It also had to be nice for the men she had dated before meeting me. You see, we met in our late twenties and were both past thirty when we got married, so we both dated a lot of people before meeting.
I once asked her how many guys she had been with before we met. Anticipating her question, I told her that I’d had a couple of faithful three-year relationships but all told had been with over thirty women.
“My, what a bad boy you seem to have been,” Rita said sarcastically. Now she knows I love her unconditionally and I don’t mind it when she talks about other men. Did she somehow get the idea that I was bragging? “I guess now I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” she said.
She proceeded to tell me that, if I really had to know, she had probably been with over fifty men! She said she had gotten an early start back in Australia, when she and her best friend Sally used to hook up with a lot of guys at singles events held at the country clubs their families belonged to.
Rita’s photo album is full of pictures of her and Sally with men they met and often subsequently dated. Many of the pictures show the two young women in matching tight sleeveless black dresses. The dresses were held up with spaghetti shoulder straps and were low-cut and had a full-length black zipper in the front. Setting on the smooth tanned skin of their chest would be a gold or pearl necklace, which was just long enough to tease their cleavage.
Most of the pictures show them standing close to, or sitting next to, a smiling guy, who usually has an arm around one or both of their waists. When I ask her if these men were as fortunate as I have been, she just looks at me and smiles. I haven’t been able to get the thoughts and images of her with these thoroughbreds out of my head.
I can often get Rita to talk about her past as part of our foreplay. When we make love afterward, her orgasms always come quickly and loudly. So here’s what Rita has told me some of her hot nights out were like.
She said she enjoyed dinner and dancing at the country clubs, and the men and women all looked good in their formal attire. Good drinks, good conversation and good looks were always a great way to start an evening. She said that these successful, confident men were handsome and fun to be with.
She said that during the evening she was usually laughing and having a good time, and by the end of the night she was usually dancing close together with someone. She knew he was thinking there was no way anything was going to happen with a nice conservative girl like her. So he would decide to take the “gentlemanly” route, which meant being patient and cool.
At the end of the night, she let the man drive her home. As they sat in the car in front of her place, he would lean over toward her for a kiss. She said she pushed him away but, if she liked him, asked if he wanted to come in for a coffee. Once inside, she took his jacket and placed it on the living-room chair. This cued him to sit on the couch, where she sat next to him.
She offered him some wine, which of course he accepted. As the wine flowed, she began to loosen up. After fifteen or twenty minutes, she became more flirtatious. In time, her hand came to rest on his thigh and began a gentle thumb-stroking. He now had easy access to a kiss, to which she responded enthusiastically.
By the time they stopped kissing, she would have pressed into him slightly, and her dress would reveal an inviting pair of nipples pushing through the thin material of her bra and dress. As they continued kissing, his hands caressed her fine-featured face, then moved slowly down her neck. As his fingers traced the outline of her necklace and began to dip into her cleavage, her kisses became hungrier. He would squeeze and caress her tits through her clothing, and was surprised at how turned on she was getting.
Now the man would start toying with the zipper on the front of her dress. She said she pushed his hand away a few times, but if he wanted her bad enough, she eventually let him get the zipper down just below her breasts. At that point, she said, his hands eagerly unclasped the front of her sheer black bra. She let his hand slide inside her dress and bra cup, so it now rested on her bare tit.
As he squeezed her dense breast and rolled her nipple, he got to see her excitement build. She began moaning. After a few minutes, her hand began to move up the inside of his thigh. At this point, most of these handsome men couldn’t believe their incredible luck. Now that the man thought there was a chance she might be his for the taking, she expected to witness a hard cock pressing against his pants.
Wanting to take full advantage of this hothouse beauty, many of the men asked if she wanted to get high. In that event, if the man pleased her, he was pleasantly surprised to have her leave the living room and return a few minutes later with the front of her dress still unzipped below her breasts, but with her bra removed–and with a naughty look on her face and a joint in her hand.
She said that as the man watched her take a long drag, he would smile, then look at the exposed and untanned inside half of each breast. She said she felt his eyes on her breasts, and soon found her own eyes fixating on the growing bulge in his pants.
After they shared half of the joint, the kissing resumed, and the man went right back to work on her tits. Her hand, which had resumed its place on his thigh, would now be working its way up to his crotch. She would be wet from his playing with her breasts, and soon he knew just how badly her body was aching for attention.
She pulled down his zipper and reached inside the flyhole of his shorts for his cock, pulled it out carefully and began stroking it up and down. After a while she suggested that they go somewhere more comfortable, then led him up to her bedroom.
She would sit at the edge of the bed, and he sat next to her. He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and fully exposed her breasts and hard nipples. With her sitting topless next to him, he grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, then lowered his head to her responsive breasts. She took his head in her hands and ran a hand through his hair while she enjoyed inhaling the smell of his cologne.
Her moans would begin in earnest now, as she let go of her inhibitions. With her sensitivity heightened, her body now felt that familiar insatiable need. The lucky man was about to discover that this shy, proper girl would–with no shame, shyness or reservation–suck his cock hungrily and fuck him wantonly.
His touch was now met with quick whimpers of total surrender, even as Rita’s hand remained firmly around his cock. As he moved a hand between her nylon-smooth legs, she spread her legs, and he rubbed her mound by pressing the heel of his hand against her nylon stretch panties.
After a few minutes of this, she stood up and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She returned with a short robe on and just her panties on underneath. As she walked back toward him, he smiled his approval, knowing she had just taken off her clothes for him.
Bending over, she whispered, “Let me help you get those pants off,” after which she knelt in front of him and pulled his slacks and underwear off.
Once she had him naked from the waist down, she stared momentarily at his hard cock, imagining what it was going to feel like and what pleasure it would soon be giving her. She reached up and removed his shirt and watch. He in turn undid her robe and moved it off her, revealing her firm breasts and her excited nipples.
She moved up then to share a few kisses. She said she loved to work her mouth down men’s bodies and drag her necklace and tits slowly across their chests and cocks. The man would spread his legs wide as she knelt before him. She started with his nut sac, giving his balls a good tongue bath. As she sucked on his balls, she expected him to be thinking, “Oh God, she’s beautiful–and she really enjoys sucking cock!”
As she worked the underside of his cock, she had one hand pumping the shaft slowly. She looked up into his eyes to observe on his face the pleasure she was bringing him. She knew he would be grateful for the barrette in her hair which allowed him a full view of her mouth at work. As he looked back in her eyes, she imagined him thinking how great her mouth was going to feel on his cock–and how good it would look with her pretty face all over it.
The man would just lie there, letting her do all the work. That way, she knew, he lasted longer and got to enjoy watching her work his cock longer. His nonstop moaning just turned her on more. She enjoyed taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. With her mouth planted at the base, her slow rocking motion drove him crazy. She placed his hands on her head so he could have some input into the pace of her deep-throat sucking. She enjoyed the control she exercised, knowing she was getting him off gradually.
About now, he would stand up so he could get the full effect and pleasure of her kneeling before him. She put a hand on each cheek of his ass, and he in turn put a hand at the back of her head, to be able to exercise greater control over what she was doing.
When she wanted him to come, Rita would take his cock in even deeper, so the head felt the pressure of the soft tissue in the back of her throat. She further heightened his pleasure with moans that sounded like she too was getting ready to come.
Now she jacked him off while also sucking on his cock. His moans told her that he would soon be hers. When she had him right at the edge, she slowed her pace, to make it last a little longer for both of them. But soon he would bury his cock in her mouth, tense up and spew his load.
Those men all wanted my lovely babe to swallow their load, and none were disappointed. Afterward, she went to get a warm washcloth to clean the guy up with. As she walked toward the bathroom, she always knew that he was watching her cute little ass in her cotton bikini panties. She also knew from experience that while he was looking at her ass, he was thinking that he could hardly wait to get her on her hands and knees.
As she sat back down next to him, his well-manicured fingers moved up her thighs and under the legholes of her panties. As his fingers traveled toward her pussy, he felt the wetness that had been absorbed. She would have begun to move her hips with the movement of his fingers. With her looking so comely and primed and hot to get off, he would push her back on the bed and go down on her.
As he hooked his fingers around the top of her panties, she raised her hips. He fixated on her sensuous pussy as he slowly and deliberately pulled her panties off. Wanting him to want her as badly as she wanted him, and breathing a little hard now, she looked him in the eyes and tilted her wet and swollen pussy upward.
As she parted her legs, he moved his head to her, running his teasing tongue between the slit of her pussy and up and over her swollen clit. The next time his tongue found her clit, she put her hand on his head and sandwiched it between her hungry cunt and her hands. Her pussy and his mouth and tongue found a rhythm.
Her eyes were half closed as her hips continued to undulate on his mouth. She cried out, “Oh yeah,” as she felt her first orgasm approaching.
But he wouldn’t let her get off that easy. He slowed his pace on her cunt, making her work–one begging moan and one whimper at a time–until her whimpers came faster and faster, one after another. As she came closer to exploding, she held his head firmly in place, assuring that she was going to get off and that he was going nowhere as she rode his face.
As she reached orgasm, each open-mouthed exhalation of breath became a lust-filled scream. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow as he drove his tongue deeper and deeper in her. Eventually she had to push his head off of her, as she became much too sensitive to the continued touch of his masterful tongue.
Now he lay next to her, looking at this beautiful woman, her body still heaving and convulsing and yet beautiful in high idle. She asked how he was doing, while placing her hand on his cock. She pumped it, and it became hard in her hand. She asked him his favorite position. Most of the men said they liked to do it from behind, and she would say that was her favorite position too.
“I think it’s time you give it to me,” she would say finally. He replied that she should get into her favorite position. She usually surprised them when she “assumed the position” on her elbows and widespread knees. Her face was sideways on a pillow, with her ass high in the air and all the folds of her cunt unashamedly on display.
As he moved around behind her, he looked her in the eye and remarked what a great ass she had. He let his fingers probe her folds slightly and tease her clit gently. She looked in his eyes and saw him looking back and forth between her eyes and her cunt.
He told her how hot she looked from behind and said he could hardly wait to fuck her. She blushed, but this talk had the effect of making her more excited, until she ordered, “Give it to me!”
As soon as he pushed the head of his cock in, she was pushing back for more. He thrust all the way in, bringing her head off the pillow with a loud moan.
“Oh God!” she said.
“Oh fuck!” he replied.
As the man watched her fine little ass move back and forth on his cock, he saw his cock glistening from plowing into her cunt. She told me the man was never in a hurry to get off, and often said he enjoyed watching his wet cock wedging into her. With her head on the pillow looking back at him, he would push deep in her. He enjoyed seeing the pleasure on her face as she tensed with each thrust.
He might tease her with just his cockhead, then see her mouth open as she panted and tried to push herself back onto his shaft. Often he asked her what she wanted. She tried to maintain some reserve by saying, “Give it,” or “Give it to me.” But he continued to tease her with just the head of his cock. Of course she knew what he wanted to hear. When her body’s need became too great, she begged, “Please! Please fuck me!”
Her own talk turned her on that much more, and as he took a good hold of her hips, she braced herself for what she knew was coming. She exclaimed, “Oh please, please fuck me good!” Then as he pulled her back onto his cock, his hips began slapping into her ass. Her hips moved in rhythm with his as she finally got what she needed.
Rita would look back at him and say, “Oh it feels so good. Don’t stop.” Eventually she started whimpering. As the whimpering evolved into full-fledged screams of orgasm, he just kept on slamming into her, and she just kept on loving it. He might spread her cheeks to get an even better view of her delicious little rosebud and then begin working it with a wet finger.
If he knew how to work her ass with his finger, he was soon likely to see her approaching another orgasm. As her whimpers mounted, his finger would go deeper and deeper. If he withdrew his cock from her hot box at this point, she pleaded, “No, no, give it back!” and soon she felt his tongue eating her ass, to her delight.
But her need was too great to be satisfied with that, and soon she was begging, “Please, yes, give it to me!” She felt the pressure of his cock against her tight bud, and begged him to go in slow. With her small, tight ass, he really didn’t have much of a choice.
As he pushed his cock in, Rita said, “Oh no, no,” but she was continuing to back herself onto him, and eventually he worked his cock all the way in her ass. She needed a while to relax fully, and during this time she felt a finger massaging her clit–which only served to increase her need.
It wasn’t long before she started moving her ass back and forth, and not long after that before he settled into a rhythm with her. As he watched his cock in her tight ass and felt the intense contact, it was only a matter of time before he was ready to explode. She found herself stuffing her cunt with her fingers and working her clit furiously while he stuffed her ass with cock.
She could usually count on him telling her how good it felt fucking her like this, and as he did, her head would come off the pillow, shaking from side to side as she went into another screaming orgasm. He in turn grunted up a storm as he unleashed a big load in her.
Spent and in need of a break, Rita would peel herself off of him and catch her breath. To give herself a brief rest, she liked to ask if he was hungry. Not wanting this great night to end just yet, he might order a small pizza.
She would excuse herself to take a shower, and soon had company. The washing of each other’s body served as fun foreplay, as they both regained their strength. After they dried each other off, she put his shirt on as a cover-up, while he ate the pizza in bed as he got his second wind.
Feeling a little sore, she reached for the other half of the joint. After they finished it off, he began caressing her tits on the outside of his shirt. This started to revive the insatiable need that makes my wife so attractive.
She asked what his second-favorite position was, and if he said, “With you on top,” she replied, “Mine too,” as she lowered her head to his cock and began to tongue the rim of his cockhead with him lying on his back.
After she had him nice and hard, she straddled his hips and he discovered that she hadn’t put on any panties underneath the shirt. He soon felt her hand reaching around behind her to insert his cock in her fresh wet cunt. As she worked herself down his pole, he pressed into her at the same time.
Once she was fully impaled on his cock, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. He asked her to remove the shirt, and she was happy to do so. He pulled her forward for a kiss, then moved his mouth to her tits. This got her hips rocking on his cock and got her building toward orgasm.
He would ask her to sit up so he could see all of her. As she sat up, while continuing to fuck his cock, her tits and necklace bounced with her movement. She was conscious of him staring at her tits. While he stared, he might say something like, “Oh yeah.” She blushed a little, yet became more turned on at the same time.
Rita said she would ride his cock a little harder, trying to get a little more bounce in her tits, for his pleasure and hers. He bucked into her harder, adjusting now to her rhythm. He moved his hand down to her clit to help her along. Soon she shouted out that she was going to come. She reached around behind her and caressed his balls, which sent them both into yet another deep, groaning orgasm.
And that did it for it her. She now felt thoroughly fucked.
The man would spend the night, and in the morning, after he showered and returned to bed, he found Rita more than willing to please him. Her special attention to his cock brought back all the memories of the previous night. His hand resumed its place behind the back of her head, and his hips flexed back and forth.
Whenever Rita finished talking about her early adventures, she looked in my eyes for a while and then asked, “So what do you think? Am I a bad girl?”
I usually say that no, she’s the fucking best girl I’ve ever met. In truth, it used to bother me a little, how vividly Rita recalled her encounters with all those men. However, I gradually came to enjoy it as much as she obviously does.
With the passage of time, I imagine all those men, those other “bad boys” she knew before me, reflecting back on their time with her and saying to themselves, “Somewhere some bad-ass guy got himself a great-looking, fun woman who’s also one great piece of ass.”
And of course they’d be absolutely right.–J.B., Santa Monica, California
When Donna called to announce her engagement to Nick, I told her she had made an excellent choice. Actually, I had introduced them a few months earlier. Nick and I have been good friends ever since we dated awhile a couple of years ago. While in the end he wasn’t my type, he’s definitely a sweetheart. Besides, he has an absolutely beautiful and huge cock plus great stamina. I guess he’s just a little bit too sweet for me. I seem to need a little more dominance or something.
I was flattered that Donna asked me to be her maid of honor. We’ve been friends since college, and she chose all four bridesmaids from our sorority, which had the reputation of being “party central” for all willing and able college boys. Back then Hallie, Merrill, Dawn and I were four gorgeous “bad girls,” while Donna was the beautiful “good girl.” She had a wild side, though, which came out at a few of those parties.
After Nick found out that I was the maid of honor, he invited me to lunch, where we talked about prenuptial parties. He knew his pals were planning to throw him an over-the-top bachelor party, and asked if I would make sure Donna had an equally wild bachelorette blowout. He explained that he loved her, and that sex with her was great, but that he didn’t think she was aware of the range of his sexual tastes. He suspected her wilder side, and said he would love it if I could get her to let all of that out at her party.
I knew that when Nick and I dated, he loved to see me flirt with other men. Once he watched me fuck his best friend. Another time he and two of his fellow executives fucked me in his office after hours. I said I knew exactly what Donna needed in order to make their marriage a happy one. By the time she walked down the aisle, she would be a bride with plenty to blush about.
A month later, the date for our party arrived. That Thursday, Donna and I met the other bridesmaids at lunch to kick off an all-day spree of shopping for the bride’s trousseau and for something sexy for each of us to wear under our full-length gowns for the wedding ceremony. What a sight we must have been, five babes hitting store after store–for lingerie, shoes, whatever. We took over each store, having a ball trying on piles of sexy outfits, from dainty satin frills to the raunchiest latex and leather.
What with the constant slipping in and out of slinky satin, not to mention the champagne offered by the fancier stores, the dressing rooms throbbed with female erotic heat. More than a few fingers slipped down panties–and not just our own fingers down our own panties! By late afternoon, it looked like high-class porn as we flirted, giggled and cooed in the full-length three-way mirrors. My favorite moment was watching two sexy girls lick my nipples over the lacy top of a French demi-bra while various hands stroked my satin-covered pussy and ran up my stockinged thighs.
After buying several outfits each, we finally went off to a fabulous dinner and drank bottle after bottle of expensive wine. Then we made our way to the posh hotel suite I had arranged for that night and the following day. Once there, we started with more champagne while we laid out all of our purchases and selected the exquisite French items to be put aside for the wedding. Then we all got into modeling some of the most outrageous lingerie we had purchased, until the suite looked like the most exclusive brothel in Paris, with its five most beautiful girls at work.
We were all enjoying dancing and flirting with each other, but soon we agreed that this party was missing a key ingredient: men with hard cocks. Donna, usually fairly reserved but now obviously high from lots of champagne and lace, enlisted Hallie and Merrill to go down to the hotel bar and bring back the hottest studs they could find for our further entertainment. They slipped into sinfully slinky dresses and headed out on their mission.
We had almost forgotten about them when, a half hour later, Hallie came in clearly excited and said that Merrill was on her way up with five very cute guys in town for a convention. Plus, she said, flashing a wicked grin and a stack of hundred-dollar bills, Merrill had dared her to tell the men that we were a party of call girls hired for a suddenly canceled assignment, and wouldn’t it be a shame to waste all that talent if other paying gentlemen might be interested? The men had eagerly shelled out five hundred dollars each–and probably would have paid twice that amount for Merrill and Hallie alone!
We were all totally into the role of playing high-price call girls, especially Donna. We arranged ourselves around the suite in the candlelight, draped nonchalantly about the chairs and couches or slow-dancing to the sexy music.
There was a discreet knock on the door, and Merrill led our “clientele” in. All five men were indeed fine-looking, and were clearly impressed to see such beautiful women outfitted in such wickedly sexy lingerie, each of us hornier than they dared imagine. Outrageously, Hallie had told them I was the madam! So she made a big point of handing me the cash, which I tossed casually in a drawer, playing my role to the hilt.
“Well, gentlemen,” I said, “will you join us in some champagne? And then let’s get busy, shall we?”
While I poured for them, Hallie and Merrill did a sexy striptease, down to garters, heels and crotchless panties, then paired off in the bedroom with two men who seemed shier than the others. That left three very cocky boys for three very cock-hungry girls.
In a couple of hours we had completely drained them, fucking and sucking them hard again as many times as they could manage. Finally they all lay exhausted on the floor–even the “shy” boys, who’d eventually joined the party. By midnight they stumbled out, eternally grateful and even adding a few hundred dollars in tips. We accepted graciously, dissolving in giggles once they’d left.
Now Donna insisted that she was just getting a feel for the business, that the night was young, that she had in no way had her quota of orgasms and that the bride-to-be surely deserved a little more attention! We were all definitely into this slutty little game, and the unexpected profit made it seem even sexier.
As honorary madam, I told everyone to freshen up on the bidets and change into another set of lingerie from our collection. The hotel bar closed in two hours, and I wanted us all down there in our tallest fuck-me heels and tightest dresses, collecting at least seven men, on the house this time, since the crowd had probably thinned.
God knows what business they were in, but this convention was almost all men, all heavy party animals. The bar was still packed with cute young guys who fell over one another to buy us drinks. Before I had finished my first, I saw Hallie and Merrill head back to the suite with three hot-looking guys.
I bided my time, enjoying the show, looking for someone really special. One of our earlier clients must have returned to the bar and spread the word about us, because soon Dawn and Donna left with a pair of cuties, and shortly after, I had two fine virile specimens trying to break the ice with whispered offers of a thousand dollars each. I admit, it really turned me on playing the madam. So I said boldly I wanted them both, but only if they let me bring one more guy and have all three of them at once.
That blew their dirty little minds, and they couldn’t agree fast enough. I told them to watch from the bar as I walked across the room to a man I’d been eyeing. He was alone at a table, tall and elegant but with a chiseled roughness that made me tingle inside.
I stood before him and let him look me up and down. When he smiled his approval and said his name was Daniel, I bent over and whispered that the men at the bar were paying a thousand dollars each to fuck my pussy and mouth, and while they did me I wanted him to fuck me in the ass for free. I told him the suite number, then walked to the elevator with the two men close behind.
I thought I hadn’t caught Daniel’s interest. But just before the elevator door closed, he slipped in and joined us. As we rode up, I lined the men up against the wall. I took the money from the two paying customers, then said: “I have four girls working tonight. You can take whichever you want, but first you fuck me–you in my cunt, you in my pretty mouth and you staring at Daniel’s crotch! up my tight ass.”
Speechless, they followed me from the elevator down the hall to our door. We walked in on a complete orgy. My “girls” really had turned professional! There was a fresh pile of bills on the table, and there were bodies everywhere in the sweet candlelight.
Hallie, straddling some hot humping stud, looked great in her crotchless vinyl cat suit. Merrill was sucking a huge cock while another guy fucked her doggie-style, grunting and grabbing her lacy garters while she arched back to take him deep. Dawn was being passed among three guys, clearly enjoying herself as they explored all her charms.
I took my three guys in one of the bedrooms, where I found Donna in her red corset blowing some guy. I told her to get the cock out of her mouth and get off the bed. She cursed, threw a pillow on the floor and slinked onto it. But she leaned over the edge of the bed, waving her ass, and her eager john at once spread her thighs and began fucking her from behind like a wild bull.
I told my gentlemen to strip. I pulled off my dress and knelt before them on the bed, looking hot in my vinyl open bra, leather waist cincher, stockings and heels. I rubbed the satin thong that barely covered my pussy and told the first guy to lie with his head at the foot of the bed and hold up his hard-on. I straddled his thighs, pulled my thong aside, spread my slippery cunt lips and rubbed them across his fat cockhead until it was shiny with my juice.
Staring the others in the eye, I licked my lips and moaned as I lowered myself all the way down his thick shaft with one smooth push, then lifted up, keeping his tip just inside my sucking pussy. As I bent over to kiss him, I lowered myself on him again until he was balls-deep.
I raised my head to take the second guy’s cock in my mouth, then worked them both slowly, intensely. Finally Daniel–my beautiful chiseled Daniel–got on the bed behind me and began playing with my ass. He rubbed the juice flowing from my pussy over my tight hole, then reached for Donna, who was still bent over the edge of the bed getting fucked from behind by her john.
“Don’t you want to tongue her asshole?” he said. “Get it good and wet?”
I couldn’t believe Miss Priss went right to it! I arched my ass up for her to lick. Daniel held me still, and while I moaned around the cock in my mouth, she serviced me until I was dripping and open.
Then Daniel asked Donna, “Don’t you want to suck my cock? Get it extra-hard and slippery with your saliva?”
And she did! Then, with her john still fucking her tirelessly from behind, she planted Daniel’s rod over my hole and panted, “Fuck her ass! I want to see your big cock fuck her tight ass. I want to see her ass full of giant cock!” And as she rambled on, she came–hard.
All of us were in a fever of lust. I was in heaven as Daniel pushed his cock relentlessly in my tight ass, stretching me open, pushing in and in. Once I felt him get all the way, I lowered my hips to fill my cunt with more hard cock and we started a beautiful rhythm that had me coming in waves. I sucked hungrily at the big dick in my mouth as the other two pumped my ass and pussy.
I love the indescribable sensation of having every hole filled at once. It’s the ultimate satisfaction for me, and these three studs proved to be good choices for the job. I’m sure they thought I was a hard-working professional faking all my orgasms. In fact, I was loving every gut-wrenching thrust they delivered.
My guys came with perfect timing, so I could savor each of them–first in my mouth, then in my pussy and lastly a flood of hot come up my ass. How heavenly I felt as we all collapsed on the king-size bed. Donna lay beside me, dripping with her bull of a lover’s come, high on champagne and sex.
Donna giggled as we whispered together in the candlelight. She had loved watching me, she said, and she was just dying to be fucked by three guys at once, just like I had been–even though she’d never had anal sex before.
We agreed that my three guys and her bull, who was out cold on the carpet, were all useless for now. She pouted that she had been fucked only four times so far, and needed more. Suddenly she blushed, realizing what she’d said. What, she wondered, would Nick think about her wanton behavior?
I explained then that Nick had in fact asked me to give her just this kind of party, and why. Her eyes lit up. Now she was more eager for sex than ever. But it was getting really late, and when we went in the living room, there still didn’t seem to be any prospect of three hard-ons for her use anytime soon.
Hallie and Merrill were both in blissful semiconsciousness, their fine lingerie tattered and come-stained. Dawn was on the couch sipping champagne, grinning like a Cheshire cat as the spent men slipped their clothes on. We kissed each john good night and sent them on their way, including the crew that staggered in from the bedroom. My luscious Daniel managed to slip me his number on the way out. I said I’d call him soon.
We all called it a night–all, that is, except Donna, who was still obsessed. Dawn laughed and tossed her a shopping bag from our spree. From it Donna fished out dildos, butt plugs and lubricant. Dawn said she’d picked them up at one of the tawdrier stores, just in case “the real thing” proved unavailable.
We all left Donna to her devices and headed off to bed. But as I dozed off, I heard her calling room service. Later, I heard what was unmistakably Donna fucking the bellboy in the vestibule. I’ll bet it was his favorite tip all year.
We all rose in the early afternoon and woke up slowly in the two Jacuzzis, then ordered brunch brought up. The busboys looked disappointed when they didn’t get Donna’s special tip, but they left happy with a crisp hundred-dollar bill each. Until then we’d forgotten all about the money! It came to several thousand dollars. Hallie, Merrill and Dawn planned to head out immediately on another shopping spree.
Donna reminded me of a promise I’d made the night before, about a certain triple treat the blushing bride was badly in need of. We sent the happy shoppers off, and using the rest of the cash I booked us a suite at an even posher hotel, the swankiest in town–including a full day at its in-house spa.
While Donna got dressed, I phoned Daniel and left a message, saying how much I missed him already and could he please come to our new suite around ten that night, and to be sure to bring his beautiful hard-on, and could he please bring a similarly endowed buddy for Donna? Then I called my former lover Mitch and invited him, and his friend Thomas. I knew from experience they both had the necessary attributes for Donna’s complete satisfaction.
We packed our unused lingerie, plus those toys that Dawn had bought, in our overnight bags. We left our used items in a frilly heap, for the maids to find–or maybe those horny bellboys.
After the whole day in our new hotel’s spa and salon, Donna and I dressed for dinner. We were certainly the two most striking women in the hotel’s four-star restaurant. We enjoyed the lustful gazes of every able man in the room, and by nine o’clock Donna was ready to pick three of them and get busy. I explained then that, for quality-control assurance, everything had been prearranged, and it was time to get upstairs.
In our suite, I coaxed Donna back to the dressing room to get ready. She wanted me to dress her. My advice was to go for minimal and accessible. I laid out a shiny red waist cincher with black buckles on the sides and garters holding up red seamed stockings. She slipped into killer blood-red patent-leather stilettos. I added a red leather choker around her neck.
We admired her in the mirror–her high, firm breasts completely bare, her shaved pussy framed deliciously in red. Behind her, I ran my hand up the crack of her fine ass and said we should really prepare her back there, since she was about to be butt-fucked for the first time and would want it really slick.
I grabbed the tube of lube and said for her to spread her thighs and arch her ass back. She gave a cute moan as I slid the applicator tip up her ass and squeezed in a glob of the slippery stuff. She gasped as I pressed a tight butt plug in and told her how it would keep her open for future nasty thoughts. She clearly liked it in there–liked the way it focused her mind on things to come.
While she entertained herself in front of the mirror, I changed into a full black satin corset that cupped my tits just slightly, pushing them up and out while leaving them mostly bare. I slipped on opaque black stockings with five-inch heels. My thong was nothing more than black leather straps framing my naked pussy then running up my ass. Finally, we both slipped on little silk dresses–hers white, mine black as sin.
Daniel arrived first, with Sean–a buff hunk Donna latched right onto. We had a few drinks, and the music was rocking us as we slow-danced with the guys, grinding our hips against their bulging crotches, letting them run their powerful hands all up and down our bodies. The guys had their shirts off, and we were about to remove our dresses, when Mitch and Thomas showed up.
We didn’t miss a beat as they entered and joined us in dancing. The four men surrounded Donna and me, and as we put on a girl-on-girl show for them, dancing close and kissing while lifting each other’s dresses off, the men stripped.
Hand in hand, we led our naked boys to the bedroom. Donna and I climbed on the huge bed while the boys stood on either side, stripped to their oversize erections. I knelt behind Donna and ran my hands over her body as she moved to the music, bathing in the boys’ lustful attention. I told them that the bride-to-be needed them in a special way, needed them to fuck her as a team, a hot hunk in each of her horny holes.
I had Mitch lie on his back next to us, where Donna promptly straddled him, pressing her naked breasts to his chest and kissing him deeply as she ground her damp pussy against his straining erection. We watched her hump him–her perfect ass, still stuffed with the butt plug I’d put in, working in circles and up and down. She sat up and lap-danced him, squeezing her breasts together, moaning and licking her lips.
I saw Mitch’s cockhead, hard and slick with cunt juice, as she slid over his thick shaft. Finally she reached down, pulled his cock straight to her gaping cunt and lowered herself to the hilt in one stroke. She fucked him for a few deep thrusts. Then, still full of cock, she bent over and told Thomas to pop the plug out of her ass and butt-fuck her.
As Donna had done for me, I took Thomas’s dick in my mouth to get him good and wet, then pulled it down to her slick asshole and watched him wedge it in. She moaned and panted, rolling her head back and forth as she adjusted to the fat cock pushing in her ass–even as Mitch moved his shaft in short jabs deep inside her cunt. Once Thomas got all the way in, she started having rolling orgasms. Soon the three of them were rocking and fucking in unison.
Finally, Daniel took Donna’s head in his hands, and she sucked his cock with delirious hunger. At last she knew the unique joy of three cocks at once!
Sometime during this mesmerizing scene, Daniel’s friend Sean had moved behind me and shoveled a he-man-size cock in my pussy. Now, with his beefy hands squeezing my breasts, I arched back to take him in deeper, my fingers working my clit as we danced like this to the rhythm of Donna’s joy.
Donna soon swallowed all of Daniel’s come, then lay facedown on Mitch’s chest, panting and moaning. He and Thomas fucked her even harder, their own orgasms nearing. Mitch came hard in her pussy, grunting and swearing. After a few more powerful thrusts, Thomas took hold of her ass and emptied his load in it. Not to be outdone, Sean–clasping my hips firmly–soon filled my cunt with hot come.
Now there was just the sound of the music and of the six of us catching our breath, drifting half-conscious in sexual bliss. I was almost asleep when I was literally shaken out of it by Donna. With a crazed look, she whispered that she wanted me to help her suck those four exhausted cocks until they were hard enough to fuck her once more.
My God, the woman had become truly insatiable! I wondered if I had succeeded too well. Would Nick be able to keep up with this new Donna?
I said that, tired though I was, it would be my pleasure to give her four hard cocks as a wedding gift. With a bit of champagne and a lot of expert cocksucking, we got them all up and ready.
Now “good girl” Donna took charge!
She had Sean sit back on the deep couch and sucked his cock for a few strokes. Then she mounted him so she was facing his feet. She grabbed his cock and sat on it till it was balls-deep in her come-soaked ass. She lay back against Sean’s chest, looking incredibly sexy with her legs spread wide, smiling and licking her lips, with his big cock wedged up her ass. She spread her pussy and ran her fingers through the come dripping out of her hole and on down Sean’s cock and balls.
She said for the other men to take turns fucking her cunt while she lay impaled on Sean’s pole. Thomas went first, and I kept Mitch and Daniel at the “ready” with my mouth and hands. Thomas fucked Donna hard and fast until they both came. As soon as he pulled out, Mitch took his place, and he made her come even harder before he added his load to the others.
Now Daniel moved in, and Donna grabbed his waist as if he was her first! He fucked her hard for a good twenty minutes. By then I had Thomas hard once more, sliding in and out of my pussy from behind as I took in Donna’s sex show. Mitch was so inspired, he was able to go again, and added yet another load to her dripping cunt.
All this time Sean’s mighty shaft was still stuffed up Donna’s ass. His staying power was amazing. But now the time had come for him to get his payoff. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and lowered her facedown on a large silk cushion on the floor, with his cock still wedged up her ass. Now, like a fevered devil, he grabbed her hips and fucked her ass with hard, deep strokes. With every satanic thrust her face was pressed into the silk pillow. Both of them were grunting like rutting animals.
Donna moaned in climax, and I came also, watching her tight asshole clasp Sean’s shiny cock and finally draw forth ropes of come. It dripped out around his shaft and ran down her thighs, which already were glistening with come flowing from her pussy. Finally he rolled off her, and we carried her off to bed.
The happy bride lay spread-eagle on the sheets, smiling and cooing, running her fingers lazily over her soggy cunt, delighted to show us what a happy come-soaked slut she was. She asked the men each to kiss her clit good night, then drifted off while I showed them out. Well, after one last toast.
The wedding went off great, and Nick has been unable to thank me enough for Donna’s “education.” I’m invited over for frequent brushups–me and my four “ass”-istants.–C.L., San Jose, California
My wife and I constantly try to outdo and surprise each other. One night I tried something a bit different, and when we made love afterward, I got Wendy to share her perspective on how it had all played out.
It was her birthday, and when she came home after a long, hard day at work, on the couch in the living room she found five packages wrapped in bright paper and ribbon, along with an envelope. In the envelope was a hand-written note, which said that I would be late getting home, and there were several things I wanted her to do for the birthday celebration I had planned.
The first thing was not to question anything. It would all become clear later. What I wanted her to do now was go in the bathroom, where there would be another envelope for her. There was a postscript, telling her not to open any of the packages until later.
Alongside the couch there was a chiller with a bottle of champagne that was being chilled. Attached to the top of the bottle was a note that said, “Please enjoy as much as you want.”
Well, it had been a rough day, so the cork was soon popped and a glass filled. The first glass went down so well that it was soon followed by a second, and then a third one accompanied her to the bathroom. There she found the promised envelope taped to the mirror. Inside was another note: “Enjoy the champagne chilling next to the shower. No need to hurry. Relax and enjoy.”
Wendy hadn’t even finished the third glass of champagne, but she thought, what the heck, it was her birthday. She started the shower and let the pulsing jets remove most of the day’s stresses and aggravations. When she stepped out of the shower, she saw another envelope taped to the mirror! She knew it definitely hadn’t been there before, so she called out my name. When I didn’t answer, she just assumed that I didn’t hear her. This envelope too contained a note, advising her to get ready for an intimate romantic evening at home. When she was finished in the bathroom, it said, she should return to the living room and her presents.
That took her awhile. I always like her hair long and straight down her back, so that’s how she left it. Her face never needs makeup–it has its own radiant beauty–so she applied only a trace amount of blush. Light-green mascara, eye shadow and highlights enhanced the beauty mother nature had given her. A dark-rose lipstick complemented her lips. She found a special perfume, one she thought I would like, and discreetly applied some to the lower part of her neck and some to her wrists. Finally, she put on a bathrobe and, armed with a fresh glass of champagne, headed for the living room as instructed.
Again there was a note on the packages which had not been there before. Wendy called out for me, but again I didn’t answer. That struck her as pretty strange. The note said I wasn’t there at the moment to be with her but I wanted her to open each package. In the final box she would find another note.
The first box contained a pair of silky, very sheer, very elegant and very expensive! black nylons. In the second box was a lacy white garter belt, obviously to go with the nylons. In the third box was a pair of Victoria’s Secret lacy white French-cut thong panties. In the fourth box was a matching bra, with no underwire I’ve never liked that type . In the fifth box was a silky robe, also from Victoria’s Secret.
As promised, the final box contained another note. It told Wendy to put all of her gifts on, have another glass of champagne and then call the number below. It would ring a pager she should just leave our home phone number.
Wendy found everything so very mysterious and, she admitted to me later, incredibly exciting. If I was going through all of this, she started to wonder what could possibly be next!
She did everything as instructed: slid the elegant nylons on her smooth legs, put on the lacy garter belt and the panties, which were a perfect fit and oh, so sensuous against her skin. The bra fit her breasts so well, it felt like a second skin. Her nipples quickly became erect. The robe put the finishing touch on a very elegant, very sexy lady.
So, Wendy thought, let’s see what’s next. She picked up the phone and dialed the beeper. The computer-generated voice told her what to do, and she left our number. She thought it was strange that she didn’t recognize my number, and figured I must have gotten a new one. Then, with nothing else to do, she sat back admiring her lingerie, which felt so soft and erotic.
The champagne was just starting to have an effect. Wendy felt a warmth come over her. She felt very relaxed and seductive. I don’t mean to say that she needs anything to make her seductive, but the wine was definitely getting to her. As she sat there on the couch, her thoughts drifted off. She started to fantasize about what was planned for the evening. We’ve always had great times together. Being completely free and uninhibited with our sexuality has helped us enjoy life with each other.
The knock on the door startled her. She said it jolted her out of her daydreaming and nearly made her spill her champagne. Her first thought was that I had forgotten my keys, or left them at the office–as I have been known to do. So she went to the door and opened it without giving it a second thought.
It didn’t take her long to realize that the figure standing in front of her wasn’t me, and it appears that the initial shock scared her a bit. After collecting her thoughts, and realizing that she was standing in the front door in that highly provocative attire, acting out of sheer instinct she slammed the door shut.
The mystery person on the other side of the door knocked again. This time Wendy asked who it was, from behind the safety of the closed door! A female voice said that I had asked her to come here and that her name was Dawn.
Wendy pondered this for a bit, then asked the woman to explain. The reply was that it would be easier to explain if she didn’t have to shout through the closed door. Wendy told her to wait a minute. She would have liked to be able to change her clothes, but under the pressure of time, the best she could do was to grab one of my overcoats from the hall closet and throw it on.
She returned to the door and asked if the woman was still there. She was. Wendy opened the door, but kept it between herself and the stranger. Dawn had on a business overcoat and, sticking out of it, what looked to Wendy like conventional business attire–stockings and high heels. The garments Wendy could see seemed quite sophisticated, and the woman seemed to carry herself in a manner to match. Her blonde hair was cut shoulder-length, and had an inner upward curl. Her features were stunning, just this side of flawless. She obviously knew how to highlight her features with just the right amount of makeup. Her full lips were accented with a very slight amount of lipstick.
She said again that her name was Dawn and that I had asked her to come over. She asked if she might not come inside. Wendy, still thoroughly puzzled, somewhat reluctantly opened the door and invited her in. Dawn suggested that the two of them sit down so she could explain properly. Wendy showed her to the couch, then offered to take her coat. Dawn said she would prefer to leave it on for the moment.
Wendy sat down. Dawn smiled at her and said she was her birthday present. Wendy said she didn’t understand. Dawn said again that I had arranged for her to come there and be her present. It could hardly be simpler, she explained: Wendy was to be in charge, and anything she wanted, Dawn would do. “No limitations” was the way it was put.
What did she mean by “no limitations,” Wendy asked. At this point Dawn said that now she would like to remove her coat if that was okay, and Wendy said, “Of course.” As she did, everything began to become clear.
Under the coat was not a dress, or a business suit, or even jeans and a T-shirt. What Dawn had on was a red silk teddy, black stockings and high heels. Wendy’s mouth opened. She gasped for air. She began to get an idea of what “no limitations” might mean.
Wendy looked at Dawn and suddenly didn’t feel awkward at all. What surprised her was how relaxed and at ease she felt. That must be the champagne, it occurred to her. She paused a bit to reflect. Dawn was definitely attractive, and had an unmistakable physical allure. Wendy relaxed a little more and thought to offer Dawn a glass of champagne, which she accepted gladly.
When Wendy reached for the bottle, Dawn slipped onto the couch beside her. Wendy smelled her sweetness, and Dawn’s presence warmed her. She began to blush, and knew that that at least must be the champagne.
When she sat back, Dawn was very close to her. She had taken her shoes off and brought her feet up on the couch. She accepted the glass and took a sip, then said how nice it tasted, and how good it felt. Wendy decided that Dawn needed another glass, and once again reached for the bottle and started to pour. With her body in a somewhat stretched-out position, Dawn was able to lean over her and unbutton the overcoat of mine she’d thrown on.
“You don’t mind?” Dawn said.
Wendy didn’t, but she did become a little more nervous. When she sat back, she noticed that Dawn had set her drink down on the coffee table. The overcoat was now unbuttoned, and Dawn leaned in and slipped it off Wendy’s shoulders, letting it fall behind her back. Dawn kissed her neck gently, just testing her comfort level. When Wendy reacted favorably, she brought her lips up to hers and offered herself.
The kiss was as exquisite as could be–ladies embracing in the moment and for what was ahead. The kiss was not prolonged, nor short it was not hard and explosive, but tender and revealing. It provided a pathway into each other that only the two of them shared.
At the same time, it was an invitation that didn’t need to be answered. Wendy noticed that Dawn seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. Dawn’s hands approached her chest as her arms went around Dawn’s back. Their bodies pressed together closer and tighter, breasts upon breasts.
With Wendy lying on her back and Dawn above her, Wendy willingly parted her legs and accepted Dawn in an embrace. They swapped kisses. At first they explored each other’s taste and softness. Then Dawn focused on Wendy’s ear, caressing the inside with the tip of her tongue. As she did, she exhaled gently, causing goose bumps.
Wendy’s hands explored Dawn’s lower back and buttocks. Dawn’s ass was so round and perfectly shaped! Wendy drew her nearer, opening her legs farther. Wendy’s hands found exposed flesh around the outside of Dawn’s silk teddy. Dawn opened Wendy’s robe and went for her breasts within the bra, with those hard nipples eagerly awaiting her touch.
Dawn guided her hands inside Wendy’s bra, where she first massaged the full, ripe breasts, then fondled the erect nipples, bringing Wendy quickly to climax. Wendy never imagined a woman could arouse her so quickly. She felt come inside her vagina, warming her and wetting her panties.
Dawn must have sensed this, and brought her body down on Wendy. She parted Wendy’s legs and brought the other leg up to Wendy’s pussy, which she rubbed gently with the leg. As she did, she also began to use the leg to bring herself to climax. Even through Dawn’s stockings and teddy, Wendy felt her warm, wet pussy on her leg.
After a while on the uncomfortable couch, the women decided to get more comfortable and headed to the bedroom. Wendy, being a gracious host, led the way. As they entered, Wendy saw another note taped to the mirror. She walked over to it. It said simply, “I hope you enjoy, and I hope you know how much I love you.”
Wendy felt good. When she turned around, Dawn was lying on the bed with her teddy off, and was in the process of removing her stockings. Wendy felt at ease, sexy, loved–and she undressed. The women sat there on the bed for a moment, enjoying both the champagne and each other’s beauty.
Wendy leaned over and kissed Dawn. Wendy’s hands were soon exploring Dawn’s smooth inner thighs. Dawn opened her legs and allowed Wendy to explore her. Wendy continued to kiss her, and when she found Dawn’s wet pussy, she let out a gasp. Dawn was moaning as she inserted her fingers in Wendy’s cunt. The deeper Dawn penetrated, the more Wendy moaned.
Wendy rolled over on her back, without ever letting Dawn’s fingers slip from inside her. As Dawn continued to fuck her with her fingers, Wendy stretched out and felt orgasm rushing over her. Dawn’s free hand ranged over Wendy even as her head drifted down to where she was finger-fucking Wendy.
Soon enough Dawn’s mouth took over from her fingers, and she tasted Wendy’s sweet nectar. Dawn lifted her leg over Wendy’s head and lowered her pussy to Wendy’s mouth. What really turned Wendy on was that Dawn’s pussy was shaved. Her lips opened eagerly at the touch of Wendy’s tongue. Together they enjoyed each other until juices were flowing freely out and around both women’s pussy.
At some point, Dawn turned around so they could kiss again, and each of them was able to savor her own juices. Then Wendy spread her legs and Dawn straddled promptly straddled her, bringing their cunts together. Their bodies massaged each other, bringing them both closer to climax. As Dawn rubbed her cunt against Wendy’s, she also licked her breasts, letting those erect nipples penetrate her mouth, in and out, as if in a fucking motion.
Soon Wendy was engulfed in what felt like a single continuous orgasm Dawn went down on her, sucking her pussy. As juices flowed out, Dawn lapped them up and came back for more. Her tongue penetrated as deep as Wendy had ever experienced. Wendy felt the ridges of Dawn’s tongue on the inner muscles of her vagina. In and out, Dawn tantalized her, and Wendy felt as if she just couldn’t stop coming. Whenever she tried to sit up, Dawn would take her hand and ease her back on the bed.
Wendy’s climax was now so intense that her body was quivering. Dawn persisted until neither of them could take any more. Then Dawn collapsed on the bed next to Wendy. Both were breathing hard and fast. Still come was flowing, and the climaxes weren’t ending.
It felt to Wendy as if it was another half hour before she came down from orgasm. At that point she rolled over and pulled Dawn into her arms, then just held her there as her mind raced all around the dizzying events of the evening just past. As she replayed it all, she was overtaken by warm feelings, and by the wetness of her vagina.
The women lay in each other’s embrace until they fell asleep. The next thing Wendy knew, I was waking her up. Disoriented, she looked at me and then looked around for Dawn, who was no longer there. When she looked back at me, I knew from the look in her eyes that she sure had enjoyed her birthday present.–T.N., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania