I pulled into the tree-lined driveway of my country home, anticipating a well-deserved evening of relaxation. The thought of stepping into my tranquil jet tub to soak and soothe my tired body, and then stretching out on my leather couch to enjoy my favorite television program, was more than welcome. The simplicity of my country life was a lovely contrast to the ambitious and aggressive atmosphere I worked in five days a week. Kevin, my live-in boyfriend, was away and wasn’t due back until late the next evening, so I had the place to myself.
Once inside the door, I made my way to the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of my favorite wine to savor in the bath. Upstairs in my room, I quickly kicked off my high-heeled shoes, then made my way into the bathroom to start the water running.
Given the size of my tub, I knew that it would be at least 15 minutes before it was full enough, so I went back into my bedroom and stripped down to my bra and panties. I then sat down on my bedside chaise longue and took a sip of my wine. I leaned back against the silky material, stretching my legs out ahead of me and laying my head back with a sigh of contentment.
As I closed my eyes, all I could hear was the sound of the water filling the tub. I found myself imagining a serene waterfall, nestled into a private secluded setting. The scent of the bath oils I had added to the water seemed like the fragrant aroma of a green forest, and now the image was accentuated by the imagined sounds of peaceful birds, singing as if they were being conducted in a choir. I could picture myself diving into warm, clear blue water and swimming out under that cascading waterfall . . .
And as my naked body broke the surface of the water, I realized that I was not alone. Treading water, I looked all around me. On the surrounding rocks, motionless as if on deliberate display, I could see men—but not just any men. These men were from another world. Their naked bodies glistened as the mist from the waterfall beaded on their sculpted muscles and ran down the crevices of their smooth, bronze skin.
My hands moved down inside my panties as I took this fantastic thought even further. I continued to tread water in the center of the lagoon, not knowing in which direction to look. To my left a dark-haired man was standing, slowly pleasuring himself with his hand wrapped securely around his engorged manhood. To my right, another man, tall and blond, was doing the same, but this one was lying back on his elbows as he arched his pelvis, fucking his hand in a mesmerizing rhythm. His huge cock moved effortlessly through his closed fist. Behind me, as I turned, a massive black man was crouching on all fours, his chiseled ass facing me proudly. His smooth, heavy balls hung below the darkened crevice of his ass, resembling a satchel made from the finest Italian leather, his thick cock swaying back and forth below them.
Like a zombie, I found myself fixated on this man’s ass. It was so smooth and soft looking, two round globes of flesh moving and flexing as he caressed them with his hands. His movements spread the darkened seam between them, revealing the treasured fruit with which I wanted to feed my insatiable appetite for tight male ass. His puckered rosebud looked so delicious that it drew me closer, until I was within touching distance, watching as his finger now circled the tight opening, teasing himself again and again.
Still half submerged in the warm water, I stepped up onto a rocky ledge and immediately placed my wet hands on this man’s ass. I leaned in closer to inhale the musky scent of his asshole. I needed to taste it. Pulling his cheeks apart, I leaned in all the way and let my tongue flick across his tight opening, occasionally sliding it into his velvety smooth aperture.
As I fed hungrily on his ass, the man reached back to place a finger against my lips—the finger with which he had probed his anus. I sucked at it eagerly, somehow continuing to lick his ass at the same time. I slid one of my hands underneath him to massage his heavy-hanging balls. He reached beneath himself as well, and pushed back his cock so that the swollen head made contact with my big boobs, nestling quite conveniently into my cleavage. Grabbing both my tits, I started to move up and down on my toes, licking him now from his balls to his asshole as his massive cock appeared and disappeared between my breasts.
At this point I became aware that the other two men had approached and stationed themselves on either side of me, both stroking their rigid cocks. The blond man knelt down beside me, while the dark-haired one slipped into the water behind me, reaching around and removing my hands from my breasts to replace them with his own. I could feel his cock pressing against the skin of my lower back, and I pushed back against him almost instinctively, as if my body knew what it wanted and was taking control.
His cockhead entered me, and it felt so incredibly good, taking all of his thickness inside me. He began to slide in and out of me slowly as he held on firmly to my breasts.
The man kneeling by my side now positioned himself so that his hard cock was mere inches from my face, and I knew I needed to quench my other thirst, the desire to suck hard cock, to fill my mouth with hot and throbbing meat. I gave one last lick at the tasty ass in front of me, then turned to the stiff pole that now throbbed against my cheek. Taking it in my hand, I pumped it once or twice, then began to suck on the purple tip, licking and devouring the engorged head, teasing him until he put a hand in my hair and held me still so that I could take all of his sturdy length, which was just what I wanted.
I was basking in the delightful satisfaction of being fucked from behind while sucking cock, as well as taking an occasional lick at the black man’s ass still spread in front of me. Then the black man changed positions, turning around and sitting down on the rock, with his legs on either side of me. His enormous shaft stood up proudly and beautifully before me, drops of clear liquid covering his cockhead. I temporarily abandoned the blond man’s dick to lean down and lap up all that delicious precome. The black man arched himself upwards, shoving his cock into my eager throat. Drool dripped from the corners of my mouth as I sucked on that mammoth dick. I found the blond man’s cock with my hand and stroked it up and down, while thrusting my ass back rhythmically against the man fucking my pussy.
After a few minutes of this the black man grabbed my arms and lifted me out of the water, detaching me from the man behind me, and positioned me so that I was straddling his lap. With a moan I took him in, lowering my wet pussy onto his huge member and slowly sinking down until I felt his leathery balls touch my ass. I leaned forward on my hands and rode him as he reached around to cup my ass cheeks, spreading them wide with every deep stroke of his cock.
The dark-haired man, still in the water, now leaned forward and lowered his face to where my pussy was being filled to the maximum by the pumping black cock. I could feel his tongue brushing across my exposed asshole with every up and down movement, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that tongue was licking the black man’s cock as well. But now the dark-haired man stood up and moved in closer behind me, until his cockhead touched my asshole. Very slowly he pushed it inside my ass, and the sensation almost made me pass out with delirium.
Soon two men were fucking me in a fabulous display of choreographed sex, while the blond man feverishly stroked his cock. That was a waste, as I still had an orifice free, and in a minute I was moaning around his man meat, my nostrils filling with his manly scent as his cockhead touched the back of my throat.
I wanted it all I needed their come, their masculine juices, to extinguish the rapidly burning flame consuming my body. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, and I knew that the two men fucking me couldn’t either. The pace of their alternating thrusts quickened, their pricks ramming my pussy and asshole with uncontrollable lust, their gasps and moans building until, almost in perfect synchronization, they exploded inside me. I felt the pulses of their hot thick liquid spurting into me, bringing me ever so close to orgasmic bliss.
I was still sucking on the blond man’s dick, still moaning around it as the other two withdrew their come-covered cocks from my body. The blond man now arranged us into a 69 configuration, with me on top of him. I took that thick cock as deep as I could and sucked on it insanely as he began feeding on my pussy, licking and sucking up all of the black man’s hot creamy come along with my pussy juice. His tongue danced from my inner folds to my clit, his lips nibbling and sucking, driving me almost out of my mind with the anticipation of my climax.
But what drove me over the edge was when the dark-haired man crouched over me and spread my ass cheeks, lowering his face to suck and lick at my rectum, feeding upon his own manly sperm now dripping out of my ass. The combination of the two mouths feasting on my pussy and ass drove me to a climax of unprecedented proportions. Wave after wave of body-clenching contractions and shudders exploded through my entire being as their frenzied feeding went on . . .
The sound of the waterfall suddenly got quieter, and again became the sound of water running in the tub. I realized that it must be close to overflowing by now, and got up hastily. The drenched spot on the chaise longue was a tangible reminder of my all too vivid fantasy.
In the bathroom I turned off the water and got into the tub, the half-empty wine glass resting beside me. Once again I lay my head back, feeling the soothing comfort of the water.
Half an hour later I emerged from the rejuvenating tub, dried myself off and slipped into a luxurious robe. Taking my now empty wine glass, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen for a refill. I was taking the first sip when I heard the sound of a door opening, and then Kevin’s familiar voice: “Hey, babe!”
He was home early! I put my glass down and went to meet him in the hallway. “Hi, hon, you’re home a day early! How was your trip?”
“Same old, same old,” was his reply. “Missed you, though. What’s up?”
“I was just having some wine,” I told him. “You want some?”
“Sure. I’ll just drop my stuff off upstairs and get changed, and then I’ll be right down.”
I went into the kitchen, filled another wine glass and brought it into the living room to wait for Kevin. I was excited to see him the wine and my wild wet dream had made me horny as hell. Hopefully it was going to be a night of great sex.
Kevin walked into the room dressed in baggy khaki shorts and a T-shirt and carrying a small bag. He had a kind of silly grin on his face.
“What are you so happy about, hon?” I asked him.
“Well, if you must know, I thought we might do something a little different tonight,” Kevin said. “The fact is, I have been wanting to try something special with you, and I hope you don’t get freaked out over it.”
“Uh . . . okay,” I said, a little hesitantly. “What is it?”
Kevin walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, then kissed me passionately for a long minute. When we broke apart he untied the belt of my robe, pulled the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He then reached down into his bag and pulled out a flesh-colored, lifelike rubber dildo, attached to a black leather harness.
My eyes went wide. “My God, Kevin,” I gasped. “Is that for me?”
“Yes, babe,” he replied. “The fact is, I have been fantasizing about having you fuck me up the ass”
“Really?” I exclaimed.
“Yes, really,” he said. “In fact, I think about it a lot.”
I was surprised, but the truth is I was not as shocked as I let on. Although I wasn’t ready to admit it to Kevin, the fact was that I was electrified by the idea. Now I could play out my desire to take a man anally, and to do as I wished with that beautiful ass I had admired for so long. Kevin held out the harness for me as I stepped into it, then finished strapping it on around me. His cock was making a huge tent in his shorts as he looked at me standing there nude, with that lifelike cock jutting out from my body.
I was at least as horny as he was, and I couldn’t wait to get started. “It looks like you’re very hard, you bad boy, you,” I said in my sexiest voice. “Let me see how hard you are.”
Kevin undid his shorts and stepped out of them as they slid to the ground. His long thick cock was throbbing ever so slightly, and its massive head looked like it was ready to explode. “Wow, you really do want to get fucked!” I said. “Okay, first things first. You need to kneel on the couch so that I can lick your ass and get it wet for my cock.”
Kevin responded eagerly. He knelt on the sofa with his ass sticking out and his tight pink asshole exposed to me. I had a quick mental flash of the huge black man of my recent fantasy. As I had with him, I knelt behind Kevin and flicked my tongue into his crinkled opening, licking him quickly, then slowly, then quickly again. He gasped with pleasure and reached for his cock, stroking it. “Ooohhh yeah, ohhh that feels so fucking good!” he panted.
“Yeah, you like that?” I said teasingly. “You like getting your tight ass licked and tongue-fucked? You’re such a naughty boy!” Then I put a hand on each ass cheek and spread him wide open as I buried my face in his crack, slurping, licking and probing his hole with my tongue. I loved doing it I was filled with an incredible desire to pleasure my man in this way. And other men too.
“Okay, bad boy,” I said finally. “Now you’re going to do something that I bet you’ve never done before. You’re going to kneel on the floor and suck my big cock, and get it all nice and wet so I can fuck your ass with it.”
The expression on Kevin’s face was indescribable. He got off of the couch and knelt in front of me, his mouth just inches from the thick rubber cock. He hesitated for just a moment, then opened his mouth and leaned closer, letting the tip of his tongue touch the head. A sound came from him, and then that tongue was circling the tip, then flicking back and forth under the rim of the head, as I had seen women do in porn films. He then reached up with one hand and wrapped it around the veiny shaft, pulling the head into his open mouth. As he licked and sucked on the head, saliva dripped from his mouth, lubricating the dildo and making it easier for him to pump it with his hand. The more he did this the wetter the thing got, and as his hand traveled up and down the length of it, his mouth followed, until he was taking almost all of the shaft between his lips with each downward stroke.
My pussy tingled as I watched my lust-filled boyfriend suck so greedily at my strap-on. “Oh baby, I love watching you do that,” I told him. “Suck my cock really good, you bad boy!” Kevin moaned around the hard rubber. His cheeks bulged as the cock filled his mouth, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“All right,” I said. “You want me to fuck your ass now?” He nodded without releasing the dildo. “Okay, get on the coffee table on all fours, and stick that gorgeous ass out for me,” I told him.
Kevin, half delirious by now, did exactly as I told him, displaying his ass to me for the taking. I positioned myself directly behind him and, holding onto the slippery saliva-coated cock, pressed the tip of it against his asshole, still moist from my tongue. Kevin moaned in delight as the thick tapered head pushed into his tight tunnel, and I eased the shaft in ever so slowly, letting him become accustomed to getting fucked in the ass. I was amazed to see his ass stretch to accept the dildo’s considerable girth, and I loved the way it looked going inside him. It gave me a pretty good idea of what a man sees while fucking a woman up the ass, and this thought, combined with the way the strap-on harness was pushing against my clit, made me unbelievably horny.
“Oh yeah, fuck me, babe, fuck my ass!” Kevin moaned.
“I love doing this to you,” I said breathlessly as I started working the dildo in and out of him. I glanced down at the bag that Kevin had been carrying, and I saw that my suction-cup dildo was also in there. It was like the cock I was wearing, except that instead of a harness it was attached to a rubber suction cup, making it perfect for masturbation sessions in the bathtub or wherever. I reached down and pulled the dildo from the bag, then leaned forward so I was bending over Kevin’s back. I reached around and fastened the suction cup securely onto the surface of the coffee table, just below his head, the thick dildo sticking up toward his face.
“I want you to suck on that while I fuck you,” I told him. “Show me how good you can suck a cock while being screwed in the ass.”
Kevin made a sound. Then he quickly lowered his head, and half the shaft disappeared into his open mouth. Looking to my left, I could see his reflection in the hallway mirror, and the sight almost sent me over the top. There was my boyfriend getting fucked by me from behind while rhythmically bobbing his head up and down on the dildo that filled his mouth. It was a sight to behold.
Kevin stopped sucking the suction-cup dildo finally to tell me that he wanted me to fuck him from the front. He got off the coffee table and lay down on his back on the floor, pulling his legs up and holding them against his chest, to make his ass accessible. I knelt down and inched my way forward, and this time the cock slid in easily. Kevin told me to fuck him hard, and I did, thrusting the strap-on as deep as it could go, the harness hitting against my clit and nearly driving me crazy. I also caressed his stiff cock and his balls with my hands, and from the look on his face and the tightness of his balls I knew he was quickly reaching the point of explosion.
He stared up at me as I worked on him. I was aware that my big tits were swaying back and forth, and that my mouth was open and panting. Kevin pulled his legs back even higher, almost rolling onto his shoulder blades, and in this contorted position I fucked him even harder. His hard dick now hovered about a foot away from his upper body.
“Oh Kevin, I want you to come!” I panted. “I want to watch you shoot your hot thick come all over yourself!”
“I am, babe,” he choked out. “I’m going to come, yes, oh God yes!”
So was I.
With another few strokes of the dildo in and out of his ass, Kevin’s cock erupted. Pulsing jets of come covered his upper chest and neck, and a few splashes landed on his face. With that I twitched and convulsed, as my orgasm built to a crescendo of almost unbearable pleasure.
“God, that was incredible, hon!” I told him. “I’m so glad you made it home early.”
“Me too, babe,” Kevin agreed. “I haven’t been able to think about anything but you all the time I was away.”
“Me too,” I said.—C.L., Seattle, Washington
As an employee of a cooperative of small business owners, I have had the pleasure of becoming close to several businessmen who frequently visit our headquarters. Just three weeks ago, for example, I took advantage of the fact that I usually go out with a group of girlfriends on Friday evenings to provide me with an excuse for my husband, while I enjoyed a wildly sexual evening with a man named Ian, a member of the cooperative from out of town. We had flirted with one another on his previous visits, but that evening we had taken it to a new level. Our “date” had ended in his hotel room, with a wonderful evening of fabulous sex. His cock had filled me up and worn me out. When I left his room to head home, we had told each other that we would surely enjoy another such evening as soon as possible. However, I had no idea at the time that his big cock would be pounding me again so soon.
My husband Mike never suspected a thing, even though I came home later than usual that night, and thoroughly worn out. This was the first time I had used the Friday-night-out-with-the-girls excuse, and now I knew I could do it whenever I wanted to, and Mike would never be the wiser.
Given what I have said, you may be surprised to know that my husband and I have a very enjoyable marriage. However, my sexual appetite is strong, and I am always fantasizing about how good the various men I meet would be in bed. The fact is that Mike is so busy that I frequently do not get enough sex. In addition, my preference is for nice big hard cocks, and for my lovers to fuck me really hard and deep. My husband is of average size, and sometimes leaves me wanting more.
Last Wednesday Ian called me at the office to ask if I could be free for dinner Friday evening. “Of course,” I told him. “I would enjoy that. I had no idea you were coming into the office again so soon.”
“I’m not,” Ian said. “This trip is not for business. I just want to pick up where we left off the last time I saw you. That was fabulous, and I want some more.”
I was pleased and excited, and I felt myself blushing as I answered him. “Thank you. It was a wonderful evening, and I’m looking forward to seeing you too. I’m sure we’ll have as much fun as we had last time. I’m just surprised to be able to see you again so soon.”
“Nina,” Ian said, “you have a very sexy body, and you were so incredibly sexy in bed that I just had to get back with you as soon as I could. You are a great fuck.”
Now he had me really aroused, and I couldn’t wait for Friday night to arrive. It seemed to take forever, and for two days I could hardly pay attention to anything else. I kept thinking about what I should wear, even though I knew that Ian would have me naked not long after I got there. Still, I wanted to look and feel as sexy as possible when we met.
Friday morning finally arrived, and as I dressed for work I became more and more excited and anxious about my date. Mike leaves for work before I do, so I waited to get dressed until he was on his way. Maybe I should have felt guilty fantasizing about Ian while my husband was getting ready for work, but all I could think about was how big his cock was, and how beautifully he had fucked me.
When I was alone I put on a pair of black thong panties, and a sexy black bra that exhibited my cleavage very nicely. Over this I put on one of my normal business suits to wear to the office, but I put a sexy, low-cut blouse and a short black skirt in my car, to change into when it was time to meet Ian.
Of course the day seemed to drag on and on, but finally it was five o’clock. I found myself almost panting with anticipation as I left the office and went into the ladies’ room to change into my sexy evening outfit. I was meeting Ian for drinks at the same hotel lounge where we had enjoyed our first date. Just as on that night three weeks before, Mike thought I was out with the girls for dinner and a movie. It crossed my mind that perhaps I should remove my wedding ring but for some reason the idea of being fucked so hard by Ian while wearing my husband’s ring added to my excitement.
Ian was already at a table in the corner of the lounge as I arrived. He stood up and we kissed as lovers kiss. His hands felt wonderful on my waist as we embraced, and my juices began to flow just from the knowledge of what lay ahead. Ian had already ordered us drinks, and he now suggested that we have a quick bite in the bar, rather than a full meal in the adjoining restaurant, so that we could move on more quickly to the rest of the evening. It sounded like a fine idea to me.
As we sat down, Ian’s eyes went right to my breasts and my cleavage. I must say that both the blouse and the bra I had chosen showed off those assets very nicely. When I looked around at the other patrons, I was aware that there were several other men enjoying the sight of my breasts, something I found quite exciting.
As we finished our drinks and ordered another round, Ian leaned over to me and murmured, “You look fabulous this evening, Nina, and I can’t wait to get my hands and lips on those two lovely tits you’re showing me.”
“Good,” I told him. “Because I am getting wet just thinking about you playing with them, and how marvelous it will be to have your mouth on them.” His eyes were gleaming with passion as we smiled at each other, and I knew that mine were too.
Then, as we sat there, I felt Ian’s hand come to rest on my knee. A minute later he began to slide it up and down my leg, which felt fantastic. My pussy gradually became wet, and the wetness increased until I knew I was soaking my panties. His eyes lingered again on my breasts, and I knew that my nipples were becoming erect I could feel them pushing against my bra. Wow, he was arousing me so much just sitting there in the lounge, and I knew that once we made it up to his room he would make me crazy.
By the time we finished our drinks we were no longer interested in dinner. Ian paid the check and we got up to leave.
His arm was around my waist as we walked to the elevator. Fortunately there was no one else in the car, and we were all over each other as soon as the elevator door closed. His body felt wonderful as he pulled me against him. His obviously hard cock pressed into my groin, and I knew he would soon be fucking me with it. His hand moved inside my bra to massage my breast, his fingers pinching my erect nipple. God, to have him doing this in a public elevator aroused me more than I could have imagined. But that arousal intensified even more when the elevator doors opened at his floor, and there was another couple waiting there. As we came out of the car, the expression on their faces was something to see. Knowing that they had seen us kissing so passionately, with Ian’s hand pawing at me inside my bra, had my head spinning with erotic excitement.
He had a bottle of wine waiting for us inside his room, which had a king-size bed with the covers already pulled down for us. I sat down on the sofa as he poured us some wine. As I took my first sip he sat down beside me and again slid his hand into my blouse and under my bra, rubbing my very hard nipples. I leaned back onto the sofa and enjoyed his attentive touch.
There was a large glass floor-to-ceiling window at one end of the room, looking across a courtyard to another wing of the hotel. The curtains were open, and I realized that anyone looking from across the way could see the entire room. This knowledge made my heart beat faster. I thought about asking Ian to pull the curtains, but something made me refrain.
Again we were all over each other, with Ian’s hands eagerly exploring my body. First he removed my top and my bra, baring my full breasts, which he proceeded to enjoy, first with his hands and then his lips. He spent some time sucking each nipple. By this time I was moaning aloud, and my pussy was completely drenched.
As he suckled at my tits, his hand slid up my short skirt and found my wet pussy. My thong panties barely covered my slit, and he easily slid his fingers beneath the silk and inside me. His touch drove me crazy, and I let out a loud cry as his fingers entered my hole. He knew just what to do, and he played with me that way for several moments, his fingers pumping rhythmically in and out.
Finally he told me to stand for him, and when I did he swiftly removed my skirt and panties. I loved the feeling of standing naked in front of him. I then realized I was also standing naked in front of his window. I couldn’t tell if anyone was watching, but in my mind I imagined various men across the way, gazing lustfully at my sexy naked body.
It was now my turn to strip Ian’s clothes from him. I saved his trousers for last, and as I slid his pants and boxers to the floor, his huge hard cock jumped out, making me gasp. “Suck it, Nina,” he told me, and there in front of the uncurtained window I knelt before him and began licking his balls and the shaft of his big hard dick.
After teasing the head of his cock with my tongue, I widened my lips to take it into my hungry mouth. I love sucking cock. Ian’s was a challenge to me because it was so big and thick, but I was able to get about half of it into my mouth. Then my head was bobbing up and down on him as I sucked him. I felt like such a horny slut, kneeling there and sucking him in front of the large window, knowing anyone over there might be enjoying the scene.
Ian then moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come over here and take this cock back in your mouth,” he told me. “Suck it like you love it.”
“I do love it!” was all I could say as I crawled over to him and sucked his big cock back between my eager lips.
I was now able to take a bit more of him in my mouth, and to help me he placed his hands on my head and began to fuck my face. This made me feel like a true cock-hungry slut, and I loved it!
After a few minutes Ian stopped fucking my mouth and pulled me up with his strong arms, placing me astride him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled me forward so that his cock poked up between my legs and rubbed against my pussy. I immediately pushed back so that his big tool slid inside my eager cunt. I was so wet that it entered me easily, and I began fucking him like the slut I had become. I had wanted that cock inside me since I had left him three weeks ago, and now I was finally getting it. That dick filled my pussy far more thoroughly than my husband’s average-size cock was able to do. It felt fabulous, and soon had me screaming out with pleasure.
But Ian only allowed me to fuck him for a few moments before he pulled away and set me on my feet, saying that he had a better idea. He stood up then and led me across the room to the large window. After telling me to lean against it, he spread my legs apart and rammed his cock deep inside my pussy from behind. He pumped me so hard that my body was pressed against the window, my breasts and the side of my face flattened against the cool glass as his cock pounded in and out of me. As my climax began to build, he continued to fuck me hard and deep.
“God, you’re a great fuck!” he told me, and I could feel myself starting to come. What sent me over the edge were his next words. “Those people out there are watching you being pounded by my big cock, aren’t they?” he panted in my ear. And with that I cried out and came helplessly, my body spasming against the glass.
At that point we slid to the floor, with Ian’s arms firmly wrapped around me, his cock still inside me. Then, still in front of the window, he began fucking me doggie-style. He grabbed me by the waist and fucked me hard and deep. His cock reached deeper inside me than any other man’s ever had, and soon I was moaning again. Then Ian gave a shout, and I could feel him filling me with a huge load of come. Even after he had blown his load inside me, he continued pumping for several moments, and I could hear the slurping of his jism.
We collapsed then, and lay there for a few minutes before getting up on shaky legs and staggering to the bed. Ian got the wine bottle, and we lounged on the bed enjoying our wine, until Ian’s energy began to return. Slowly he began to explore my naked body once again. From stroking my thighs he progressed to caressing my ass, and then to playing with my tits and pinching my excited nipples.
Meanwhile the come with which he had filled my pussy had begun oozing out of me. My cunt was gooey with his jism. It spilled out to wet my ass, and formed a small puddle on the bedsheets. I love the feeling of a man’s load spilling out of me, especially when I know that he will soon be filling me back up.
Now Ian slid his hand from my breasts down over my body to my crotch, where he began to play with my swollen pussy lips. As he slowly slipped a finger inside me I heard him make a sound of appreciation, obviously enjoying the feel of my wet and still spasming love hole. As he played with it, he again moved his mouth to my naked breasts and began to devour them, licking and sucking on my nipples as he went on finger-fucking me. A second finger joined the first, and then a third, pumping in and out of my squirming cunt. I had to spread my legs wide when he finally pushed all four fingers inside me, and I loved it. “Fuck me, Ian!” I moaned wildly. “Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!”
With that he increased his pace, pumping me faster, stretching my hole as wide as it would go with his four fingers. Before he had stretched my cunt with his big cock, there would have been no way it could have accommodated all those fingers inside me now I loved the feeling of him spreading me wide. I found myself wondering if I would ever be able to enjoy my husbands average-size dick again.
As I was about to orgasm again, Ian pulled his hand from my pussy and told me to get on top of him. My legs were still a little weak from his finger-fucking, and I was a little slow climbing onto him. Impatiently he grabbed my hips and picked me up, pulling me astride him and practically slam-dunking me onto his hard straining pole. I immediately began to fuck him feverishly. Up and down I went, churning my pussy with his cock. As he filled me up, I could feel whatever drops of his come remained inside oozing out around his pumping dick.
As I fucked him, Ian’s hands again found my breasts. I loved the feeling of his fingers mauling my tits, and when his hands slid to my hips to pump me up and down even harder on his dick, I leaned down and lowered my breasts to his face so that he could use his mouth on them. With my hands now resting on the bed, my eye fell on the wedding ring on my finger. Smiling to myself, I thought about how great it was to have this man fucking the shit out of me, while my naive husband sat at home, never dreaming that this huge dick was filling me like he never could.
Soon I was coming again, and then a third time. I was on my fourth climax of the evening when Ian finally filled my pussy with another huge load of come. It felt like a fireman’s hose going off inside me.
Exhausted, I rolled off him onto my back, and fell asleep. When I woke, it was late, and I wondered if Mike would get suspicious when I got home later than usual, even for a Friday night. My knees were weak as I quickly began to got dressed. “Wait,” Ian said then. “Why don’t you go look out the window while you do that.” The room had gotten dark now, and he switched on the light, making it bright as day. My blood was pounding and my nipples were like stones as I moved close to the window, facing it as I slowly got into my clothes. I didn’t know how many people were out there, but I almost came again as I imagined any number of horny men watching me and jacking off.
When I got home, Mike only asked if I had had a good time with the girls. Before getting into bed, I showered to wash off the aroma of sex and of Ian’s come. I don’t know how I will be able to wait until Ian comes back to town. Patience is not something I possess.—N.G., Atlanta, Georgia
Funny the things we remember. Names, places, dates vanish in the sweep of time and we’re left with small gestures a look, a certain fragrance, the softness of a woman’s skin. There are only a few moments in a lifetime that we can recall in vivid detail—like a long, hot afternoon with a girl named Molly. R.B.C.
I was a mere eighteen years old then, and I have had many similar experiences since. But none were as memorable as this. I am a male, six feet six inches tall, and weighed only one hundred and eighty pounds back then. I have curly red hair, blue eyes and a lot of freckles all over my face, arms and shoulders. Not ugly, mind you in fact I’ve been told so often that I am handsome that I am now convinced of it.
As I remember her, Molly was about five feet four inches tall, and maybe one hundred and five pounds if that. She had chestnut-brown hair, cut in a short shag that was popular in the 1970s, with brown eyes to match. She had small but shapely breasts, and her womanly curves had not yet filled out completely.
One day not long after we started going together, Molly and I went up to the boarding house where I was living. At first we just sat on the sofa in the upstairs living room, cuddling and talking. Then I took her by the hand and led her to my room. My roommate Mark was at work in the shipyard, as were all of the other boarders, so we were all alone.
After closing the door, I turned to Molly and, not saying a word, bent over to give her a gentle kiss of reassurance. I felt her relax as my lips touched hers. I sat down on the edge of my bed and motioned for her to kneel on the floor in front of me, between my knees. Looking directly into her eyes, I very gently traced lines with my middle fingers of both hands, in small circles on her cheeks, spiraling outward until I reached her ears. I touched her small, slightly upturned nose, the flare of her nostrils, her lips. As my fingers caressed her lips, Molly began to rub her hands up and down my thighs.
I lifted her head to meet my lips and I kissed her. I kissed her gently, flicking my tongue lightly across her lips with short, brisk licks. I kissed her several times. As my tongue probed the inside of her mouth, finding her tongue and swirling around, I allowed my right hand to run down the front of her blouse till I reached the first button.
I deftly undid each button, gently drawing my finger along her flesh as it was exposed. When the last button was undone, I removed her blouse, slipping it over her shoulders while keeping my lips pressed firmly to hers. Starting from her hands, which had reached up to grasp my shoulders, I ran my fingers along her arms to her neck. I caressed her shoulders, my hands meeting behind her neck.
Still kissing her, I unclasped her bra and let it dangle from her arms I rubbed the flesh of her back where her bra had been, moving my hands up and over her shoulders and down to her firm little tits. I cupped those ripe peaches and gave them a gentle squeeze, running my thumbs over the nipples, feeling them grow erect with excitement.
When I finally ended our kiss. Molly was breathing heavy with excitement. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “Where on earth did you learn to kiss like that?”
I didn’t say a word. I only smiled and lifted her to her feet. Looking up into her eyes once again, I undid the snap of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, all in one fluid motion.
With practiced ease, I peeled her jeans down over her slender hips, inhaling the sweet aroma that assailed my nostrils from her dampening crotch.
Before removing the last piece of her clothing, I cupped the slight bulge that her pubic mound created in her panties. Her panties were soaking wet, and I could feel the heat emanating from her fiery slit.
My fingers shook in anticipation as I slid them up the front of her panties to grasp hold of the elastic waistband. Very slowly, I peeled Molly’s panties down over her hips. Gazing up into her eyes, I reached around her and cupped her ass-cheeks, one in each hand, and bent forward to run the flat of my tongue along her dewy slit. Molly shuddered as my tongue made contact with her sensitive nubbin. She tasted even better than I had thought.
When I stood up, Molly climbed on the bed and lay down, motioning for me to come to her.
I positioned myself so that I was straddling her torso. I lowered my hips to where I could press my cock into her cunt, and leaned down to give her yet another gentle kiss. But this was not to be so, as Molly wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to me and firmly planting her lips on mine in a deep and very passionate soul kiss. I could hear her moan with desire as her tongue snaked out of her mouth into mine, dueling with it in a mad dance of sheer lust.
When she broke the kiss, Molly flopped down on the bed, breathing very heavily. “Do me!” she gasped. “Do my pussy! I need it so bad!”
I simply looked at her and smiled, but then moved down so I could use my tongue on her entire body. I slipped a knee between her thighs so she could have something solid to hump on while I took care of her upper torso, slowly covering every square inch of her luscious flesh with my active tongue, being careful to avoid her temptingly hard nipples.
Finally, I flicked my tongue across the sensitive nubs, causing her to buck and squirm beneath me. Molly was begging me to stop and move down to her honey-pot, which was soaking wet as it rubbed against my knee. I gave her nipples one last suck before moving down her belly with my tongue and lips. When I reached her navel, I stopped and began to lick circles around the deep depression. Molly raised her knees and used her hands on top of my head to try to push it down to her steaming snatch, but I simply stopped all tongue action until she realized that I was in control of the situation.
Spiraling inward, I dipped my tongue into the depths of her belly button, probing all around the inside. Molly gasped as my tongue found the bottom. She later told me that nobody had ever done this to her before. I guess not many people know the joys of navel sex.
From her navel, I then made my way down her groin to the brown triangle of Molly’s pubic thatch. She began to hump her hips against my knee with an urgency that I found quite stimulating. I loved seeing her like this. Yet my aching cock still longed to plunge into the recesses of her fiery cunt. I could sense that she was near the brink of oblivion as I used my fingers to part the pouting petals of her juicy twat.
I gently tongued my way up one side of her outer labia, rounded the top of her slit and moved down the other side. I then dipped my talented tool into her honey-pot, wagging it back and forth, from side to side.
I could sense that Molly was getting closer, so I finally moved my mouth up to zero in on her visibly erect clitoris. The little nub glistened with her juices as I began to flick my tongue in circles around her button. Molly’s breathing became ragged and short the nearer I licked. She began to churn her hips up to my face, trying to make the sensitive contact that would surely send her flying over the edge.
Finally I gave her that contact, but only briefly, teasing her to a fever pitch. She was begging me to tongue her clit, muttering obscenities in between gasps of air. I continued to tease her until she was frantic. And then I lay my tongue flat against her swollen clit, humming low in my throat. That was enough to do it. Molly went sailing off into outer space.
“Oh! . . . Oh, yes! . . . Yes! . . . That’s it lover!” she cried as she began the first series of powerful orgasms. “Eat it! Lick my cunt! Lick my pussy, motherfucker! Come! Coming! I’m…I’m…I’m coming!” Her body began to convulse uncontrollably with each racking wave of ecstasy.
“Oh baby! Baby…baby!…I love it!” she continued, as her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes tightly closed.
Molly continued to writhe in release as I alternately tongued her spasming clit and dipped into her clutching cunt. Her pussy was overflowing with fluid, and I did my best to lap it all up. When I returned to her joy button, Molly soared to even greater heights, grabbing me by the hair and mashing my face into her vulva. It was hard for me to breathe, but I didn’t care because of the joy I was bringing to this delightful little creature.
After what seemed like an hour, she started to come back down to earth, releasing her grip on my head so I could come up for air. Once I got a lungful, I continued to tongue her cunt and returned to her clit to give it a gentle flick. Her whole body shook as a post-orgasmic tremor surged through her. I repeated this several times, shortening the interval between flicks of my tongue. Then I flattened my tongue against her vulva and began to wash it back and forth over her ditty. Molly responded with one long, shuddering, continuous convulsion.
Looking up at her, I saw that she had begun to cry. She explained that this was the first time she had ever come like that. Also, this was the first time she had really wanted to fuck, but couldn’t, because she was really shallow and small “down there.” She said that whenever she tried, it caused her great pain, because she could not handle a normal-sized dick, let alone the monster that she imagined me to have.
I moved up to lie next to her, pulling her close to me and soothing her sadness. “Babes,” I began, “my body may be long and lean, but Mother Nature has played a cruel joke on me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“This,” I replied, getting off the bed to stand up and pull down my pants, revealing the slender six inches of cock that have been the cause of my learning to be so skilled with my fingers, tongue and lips.
“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed with delight, as she moved to the edge of the bed to face my throbbing member “It’s beautiful!” she added as she opened her mouth to engulf my entire shaft. Her cunt might have been shallow, but she sure had a deep throat.
Molly began to suck my steely rod with the earnestness of the well-loved. Her tongue swirled around it as she concentrated her attentions on the purple head, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being. It didn’t take much of this type of mouth action to bring me to a climax. She grabbed my ass and totally buried my cock in her sucking mouth.
With one hand, Molly grasped my dick around the base and began to jack it in time to her bobbing head while, with the other hand, she cradled my balls and began to squeeze gently.
With a stifled cry, I erupted in her adorable mouth, sending jet after powerful jet of white-hot semen splashing against the back of her throat. Molly Just kept sucking and swallowing. She continued sucking until I had gone limp in her mouth, and then released it with a pop. Looking up at me for approval, I noticed a few droplets of sperm at the corners of her mouth, which she promptly licked off.
“Fan-fucking-tastic!” I sighed.
I never got to fuck Molly, although we stayed together for a couple of months after that. I know that I will always remember her with fondness and, even though the odds are against it, I keep hoping that someday we might meet again. A.S., Tampa, Florida
Liz and Allen are just your average suburban couple, give or take a few kinks. They’re like the couple down the street, except friendlier. So when an older bachelor moves into the house next-door, they move in on him. Liz takes the lead with a bold frontal attack and Allen brings up the rear. If their supply of suntan oil holds out, the newcomer may learn to love the suburbs yet. R.B.C.
I thought I would write to share an experience that my wife and I had last summer. Liz and I are both thirty years old. We are an attractive couple. Both of us are in great shape, with well-tanned bodies, and we like to remain that way. We live in a quiet subdivision and have a secluded patio in our backyard where we sunbathe nude every chance we get.
The house next to ours was recently occupied by a new neighbor, a bachelor. After about a week, Liz and I decided to extend a friendly invitation for him to come over for a get-acquainted drink. Liz said she would go over during the afternoon and introduce herself while I was at work. She said that she had very little on when she went next door to extend the invitation, which is how she usually dresses in the summer. All she wore was a tiny halter top that was just about transparent, and a pair of short shorts. The halter afforded a great view of her tits and dark-brown nipples, while the shorts left almost half her ass in plain sight. When I got home, I asked Liz how things had gone. She said that our new neighbor, Phil, would be over after dinner for drinks. She also told me that he was attractive, about forty years old and living alone. He had seemed very nice and easygoing, and he was happy that someone had come over to visit.
Phil arrived at about eight o’clock with a bottle of wine. I introduced myself. Liz was upstairs showering, so I opened the wine and poured a glass for Phil and myself. While we drank and waited for Liz, Phil told me he worked as a consultant to a large company in the area, and that he’d always wanted to move out here. Liz came down about twenty minutes later and joined us. Liz likes to dress sexy. Very much an exhibitionist, she wore a long nightgown, slit up the front almost to her crotch, and so low-cut on top that it revealed more than a little of her beautiful big tits. Judging from the grin on his face, Phil was pleased to see her again. When she sat on the sofa across from Phil and me, we had a great view of her long legs, which were exposed by the slit in her gown. Liz has the best body I have ever seen. She has a perfectly conditioned 35-23-37 figure and stands five feet ten inches tall in her bare feet.
We were all very relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. It was turning out to be a great night. The wine was helping things along. I mentioned to Liz that I thought she was wrong about Phil being forty, and Phil said he was actually forty-two. In utter disbelief, she asked him how he kept himself so young-looking. He said he exercised a lot outdoors and loved being in the sun, which was apparent from the nice tan he had. Liz told him how much we enjoyed sunbathing in our backyard. She didn’t mention that we usually do it naked, though. Phil said he preferred going to the beach to tan, adding that he wished there was one nearby. Liz told him that he was more than welcome to try out the backyard beach and join us on our patio the next afternoon. Phil thanked her and said he’d be over.
After some more talk, Liz got up to get us all another glass of wine. As she leaned over to hand Phil his glass, her tits almost fell out of her gown. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and I couldn’t blame him. As I’ve said, Liz enjoys being an exhibitionist as much as I enjoy being a voyeur. When she sat down on the sofa again, her gown was so far above her knees that we could see she wasn’t wearing panties. Making sure we had a good view of her tits as well, she moved the material of her bodice very discreetly aside, so that both breasts were all but revealed down to the upper edges of her areolae.
When we were ready for more wine, Liz said we’d finished the bottle. Since it was still early, I volunteered to go out for more. Phil said he would take a ride with me. On the way to the liquor store he told me how attractive Liz was and how lucky I was to have her. I remarked on how much she would appreciate hearing him say that to her directly. Phil said that, if I didn’t mind, he’d express his admiration to her when we got back. I told him just to relax and tell her whatever was on his mind, because Liz and I were always very open with each other. I think my assurance helped Phil to relax a lot.
Soon we were back, sitting around talking, the two of us men watching Liz. When Phil did mention how attractive he found her, Liz smiled happily and said thank you. He surprised me then by adding that she had a body he would love to see more of. Liz was seated facing us and, as she crossed her legs, we were able to get a glance at her crotch, but only for a split second. Her top was pushed further aside, however, giving us a full view of her areolae. Liz certainly knew exactly what to do to drive us nuts. This went on for the rest of the night, till Phil said that he should be going. As we walked him to the door, Liz told him to be sure to stop by the next day to work on his tan. He said he’d be there and thanked us both for a very nice evening.
After Phil’s departure Liz and I stayed up and talked awhile. She said again that she couldn’t believe Phil was over forty and she wondered if he was as good at sex as his body led her to believe. She had always wanted to have an older man, just to see what it would be like. I said that this might be a golden opportunity for her to satisfy her curiosity. As I’ve said, we are very open with each other, sexually as well as otherwise. I also said I was sure—judging from what he’d said—that Phil would not mind putting his body at her service.
Next morning, we got up early and laid out several blankets on the patio. Then I went to the corner store for beer and put it in a cooler on the patio. A radio completed our sunbathing gear. Liz and I, not wishing to force matters, decided not to greet Phil in the nude, but rather to wait and see what happened. I wore a bikini that barely covered my cock and ass. If I couldn’t be naked, at least I’d cover as little as possible. Liz chose to wear the skimpiest bikini that she had. Made of a satiny material, it always gets men’s attention. The top consisted of a tiny string that barely covered her tits and showed most of her nipples. The bottom was a G-string that didn’t cover her ass at all. The best part was that the G-string covered nothing more than the slit of her completely hairless shaven pussy.
Before I went outside to get things ready, while I was oiling myself up with suntan lotion, the doorbell rang. It was Phil, and he asked if he was late, seeing that I was already oiled up and in my bikini. I said no, and commented that it was already eighty degrees, but it was only ten o’clock in the morning. I noticed that Phil was checking me out. He told me that he liked the bikini I was wearing. I thanked him and thought nothing more of it. Phil then said that under his shorts and tank top, he was wearing a bikini similar to mine. I told him that I thought it would please Liz that both of us guys were wearing bikinis.
When Phil and I walked outside. Liz came over to say hello to Phil. His eyes almost bugged out when he saw her in her string bikini. She told him to take off his outer clothes and relax. As Liz walked back to the patio, Phil noticed that there was nothing covering her ass-cheeks, and he just followed her as she shook them all the way there. Liz decided that we should all have a beer, and when she bent over the cooler to get them, the view of her ass was fantastic. Phil thanked Liz for the beer and told her how well her bikini showed off her fantastic body. Liz said she was glad that he liked it—and her body as well. Phil took off his top, revealing a hairless and very muscular chest. Liz watched intently as he took off his shorts. His bikini was almost as small as mine, and he had a nice big bulge in his crotch. Liz said that he also looked good in his bikini, and that she liked what it showed off. Phil’s trim, hard body was nicely tanned.
Liz said she was going to put on some oil, and she gave Phil the other bottle to use. Phil and I were mesmerized as we watched her slowly massage the oil into her skin. She started with her shoulders and then did her tits, sliding her oily hand under the string bra and getting her huge nipples hard. She worked down across her stomach toward her pussy, teasing us like mad. Liz then stood up, rested one foot on a chair and rubbed oil up the length of her leg to her crotch. She repeated this performance with her other leg. Phil and I watched as she seductively turned around and massaged oil into her buttocks and the crack of her ass. When she finished, she asked me to put oil on her back. I did so gladly, kissing her neck as well.
At this point I wasn’t the only one with a hard-on. It was obvious that Phil had one, too, as Liz noticed when he started to oil himself up. She wryly commented on how he and I seemed to be enjoying what we saw. Phil said he was enjoying it very much, at which Liz offered to oil his back for him. When we were all oiled up, Liz suggested that we play some Frisbee before it got too hot. It was a good idea on her part because it gave Phil and I a good chance to watch her tits bouncing.
We also had some great shots of her ass whenever she bent over to pick up the Frisbee. It was a miracle that her tits remained in her skimpy top.
We tossed the Frisbee around for about half an hour, then sat down for a few beers and some conversation, which eventually turned to sex. Phil said that he had never married and did not have much chance to date because of his heavy work schedule. He also said he didn’t have any other friends out here and was glad to know us. Liz said that maybe she could help him out. She explained that she and I have an open marriage. Much to my surprise, she also told him that I was bisexual. Although I am, I didn’t expect her to bring it up. Her next statement was even more surprising, for she said that I could help him out too.
Phil wasn’t at all upset. He simply said that he had been curious about bisexuality for some time. He also mentioned to Liz that he would give anything to have sex with an attractive girl like her, with a body like hers. Liz just smiled. It was obvious that the sunshine and beer had mellowed the three of us out, After a while, Liz suggested that we lie back and work on our tans.
Liz was between Phil and me as we lay on our stomachs, soaking up rays. She offered to oil us up again if, when she was done, one of us would do the same for her. That was fine with Phil and me. Deciding to do me up first, Liz gave Phil a nice view as she kneeled by me, facing him. When Liz got to my crotch, she gently gave my balls a squeeze. When she was done spreading oil on me, she leaned over and gave my ear a nice wet tongue-kiss.
When she asked if Phil was ready for his oiling, he was lying on his side with a huge erection visible. Seeing the bulge at his crotch, Liz quipped that it looked like he was ready. She told him not to be embarrassed, that she was happy she made him feel sexy. Phil relaxed and asked if he would get the same kind of oil rub as I’d had. She said he surely would but she gave him a much slower massage, especially when she got to the part of his thighs closest to his crotch. I saw her rub his ass and give his balls a squeeze. Phil even let out a soft moan. At the end of her massage, she even kissed his ear as she’d kissed mine. I got a giant hard-on just from watching all this.
Liz then asked which of us was going to return the favor and oil her body. Phil looked at me questioningly. I told him to be my guest. I knew that this was what Liz wanted. With his erection still intact, Phil rubbed oil upon Liz’s smooth skin from her shoulders to her toes. When he got to her string top, Liz told him to untie it. The string fell off of her, enabling us to see the sides of her tits, which were pressed against the blanket as she lay on her stomach. When Phil reached her ass, he tactfully moved on by it to her feet but Liz said to him, “Hey, don’t forget my ass, if you please.” Phil replied that he wanted to leave the best part for last. He gave her feet a nice massage and started to work his hands back up her legs. Liz began to moan and squirm around as Phil’s hands approached her crotch. She was also spreading her legs wider and wider apart. She told him to take all the time he needed—and, believe me, he did. Liz’s legs were spread as far apart as I had ever seen them, which gave Phil a great view of her ass and pussy, neither of which were much concealed by her bikini. When he began massaging her inner thighs, he let his fingers glide across her smooth skin. Then he knelt between her legs and let his fingers slide between the cheeks of her ass. Liz was really moaning and squirming as Phil finished up with a kiss like the one she had given to each of us. Liz thanked him for an excellent job and said that, if he was willing, she would like him to repeat that later on her front side. Phil said he would love to oblige, if it was all right with me. I said that whatever Liz wanted would be fine with me. Phil thanked us both, and we lay in the sun for another hour and a half, the whole time downing beers.
Finally, Liz said that we’d better turn over so we wouldn’t get sunburned on our backs. As we stood and stretched, Phil excused himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone Liz asked if I minded the way things were going. I said no, not at all, that I’d enjoyed just watching. She assured me that I would not be left out of the fun later that day. I said I wasn’t worried about that, and she gave me a kiss and said thanks for understanding.
When Phil returned, I left for the bathroom. When I reached the door of the house, I saw Liz and Phil engaged in a deep kiss. They didn’t hesitate at all—it must have been the beer, or maybe they’d kissed before. I went inside without saying anything. When I returned, they were still kissing, so I waited until they were done before I rejoined them. We sprawled on our backs, and Liz said it was her turn again to apply the oil. She started with me. I hadn’t lost my erection from before—it was even larger, in fact. Starting at my shoulders, she spread oil upon my upper torso. At one point, she grabbed my nipples between her fingers and gave them a pinch. Then she put her mouth on them and sucked and gently bit them. She knew I was dying for her to do that, and she kept it up for several minutes before moving on with her hands.
Watching all this, Phil got another huge hard-on. Liz told him to be patient because he was in for the same treatment. But he began rubbing his cock through his bikini as he watched. When Liz reached my crotch and saw the bulge there, she asked Phil if he would mind if she peeled my swimsuit off of me, explaining that we normally layout naked anyway. He said it would be fine with him. With that, Liz pulled the bikini off of me, exposing my rigid prick, which stood straight up. I have a good eight-incher with a large pink head. Liz teased a little by caressing my cock and balls, then continued the massage down my legs. When she noticed the drops of pre-come on my cockhead, she leaned down and licked them up. But then she stopped and asked Phil if he was ready.
Judging from how swelled up his cock looked in his bikini, he was beyond mere readiness. After making sure that I had a good view, Liz gave him the best massage I had ever seen. Phil was moaning louder than before. I was a little surprised—and disappointed too—that she did not take off his bikini when she got to it. When Phil looked at her questioningly, she told him that she wanted to leave the best part for last, which made him smile happily. When she did take Phil’s bikini off, it seemed to take forever. I was just as anxious as Liz was to see his prick—and we were both rewarded by the sight of the largest cock either of us had ever drooled over. It had to be at least three inches longer than mine. The head resembled a dark purple plum. Liz began to rub oil over it with both of her hands, working up and down the length of the shaft and then cupping his balls. It was several minutes before she finished with a hot kiss upon the head. It was amazing that neither Phil nor I had come yet. I think that beer must inhibit sperm production somehow.
Liz asked Phil if he was ready to give her the repeat massage he had promised. Phil told her to lie on her back. Before she did so, she said she wanted to give us a better look at her titties. With that she reached behind her back and untied her top which she had earlier retied . Her firm round tits were revealed for our joyous inspection. Her nipples were hard, almost an inch long, and begging for attention. Phil commented that he had never seen bigger nipples and that he loved their rich brown color. Liz suggested that he shouldn’t waste time talking about them.
Phil poured oil on her and began to rub it in, trying not to rush directly to her tits. Finally, though, he began to play with them. Liz begged him to pinch and pull her nipples. The more he played with them, the more she loved it, moaning louder all the time. Phil kept pleasuring her tits for at least ten minutes before massaging the rest of her. He seemed apprehensive about taking off her bikini bottom, until Liz forthrightly requested him to do so. He then untied the waist string. Liz raised her midsection a little so as to make it easier for him to remove the little triangle of fabric. When he got a full view of Liz’s bald pussy, he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the first shaved cunt he’d ever seen, he said, exclaiming how beautiful it looked with all the hair removed. Liz said she was glad he liked it. I moved over for a better look and saw that her pussy was dripping with juices. Phil noticed this too. Without asking, he knelt between her legs and began to lick her entire snatch. Liz began going wild. She thrashed around and made little squeals of ecstasy as Phil pushed his tongue between her cunt lips.
I began to masturbate as I watched the show unfold in front of me. Liz must have had several orgasms during the few minutes that Phil was eating her cunt. When he stopped, she looked drained. She said it was time for her to do more than just look at the two big cocks within her reach. She suggested that, unless Phil and I objected, she wanted to jerk us off, both at the same time. It was fine with us, we told her. So she had us stand alongside each other while she knelt in front of us. Taking hold of our pricks, she pulled us together until our pricks were touching. I looked at Phil, who said it felt good to have another cock against his. Liz rubbed them gently against each other for a while. Then she began to lick them, going from one to the other. She said she wanted to see both of our dicks shoot their loads at the same time, and we did our best to accommodate her. When she wrapped her lips around Phil’s tool, she nearly gagged.
Phil and I could have gone on like that for hours, but Liz finally had to stop. She got on all fours and asked Phil to fuck her doggie-style. She then asked me to eat her at the same time Phil was fucking her. I lay beneath her, my head under her pussy, and I spread her meat apart as I watched Phil’s long, hard cock sliding in and out of my wife’s cunt. It was a sight I had never seen from this angle before.
After he had gotten his entire shaft in her, I began to lick her clit and kiss as much of her pussy as I could. The whole time I was doing this, Phil’s prick was running across my tongue, and his balls, which were huge, were slapping my face. Phil and Liz soon were thrashing wildly. They began to fuck each other harder and harder. Nevertheless, Liz somehow leaned her head down and began to suck my cock. She and I had never been in a position like this before, but we were loving it—as, I am sure, Phil was too.
After about five minutes of getting head from Liz, I announced that I was ready to come. Phil said that he couldn’t hold back any longer himself. At almost the same moment, we both exploded. I fired my hot come in Liz’s mouth, and she greedily swallowed every drop. Phil, meanwhile kept pumping his load deep into my wife’s pussy. Still licking her there, I tasted Phil’s sperm when it began to drip out. When Phil finally withdrew that huge cock of his, Liz asked me not to move because she had a treat for me. I remained under her, and she lowered her pussy until she was sitting on my face. I knew then what my treat was. Phil’s come was dripping profusely from Liz’s pussy and into my mouth. She normally has lots of juice for me to enjoy, but now there was so much more—and it tasted especially good—with Phil’s come mixed in. I swallowed every last drop.
After I’d had my treat, Liz said we should get out of the sun. The sun and the beer were getting to me too, so I said we should move to the hammock, which is strung beneath some shade trees in the corner of our yard. Phil and Liz thought that was a great idea. We all lay down again in the hammock and fell asleep. We were out for an hour or so and woke up feeling great. We discussed what had happened and agreed it had been great. As we talked, we all got horny again. Phil and I soon had hard-ons again, and Liz began playing with her nipples and fingering her pussy.
Phil and I sat back against the ropes and stroked ourselves as we watched. When Liz was done coming, she said it was our turn to masturbate while she watched. Phil and I moved to the opposite side of the hammock so she had a good view of our hard dicks. We began to jerk off as she gently played with her tits and pussy. I had an urge to grab Phil’s cock, but I wasn’t sure how he would react, even though he’d said he was curious about what a bi encounter would be like. As though she were reading my mind, Liz said that maybe I could help Phil out. He looked apprehensive but said it would be all right with him, so I pulled him toward me until our chests were touching. The hammock was like a giant pocket, holding the two of us together like two peas in a pod as we gently rocked back and forth. At that point I forgot that my wife seemed to be infatuated with our new neighbor, in fact, I forgot she was even there. I was completely focused on Phil’s beautiful, hairless chest. I kissed his nipples and bit them gently. I inhaled his strong, salty man-smell as I reached down and began to rub our cocks together, stroking them both at the same time. Then I reached around and cradled his buns, which were still slippery with suntan oil. Before I even had time to think about it, Phil was kissing me, hard on the lips. His tongue found my tongue and his chest rose and fell against mine as his breathing quickened. I was beginning to understand what my wife saw in him—he was a great kisser. I could have kissed him the rest of the afternoon, but there were more pressing matters to attend to, like that throbbing love-missile Phil was pressing against my stomach. I backed off and lowered my head to his huge cock. This wasn’t easy, but I finally got myself in position.
Phil was trembling as I put my mouth over his great cockhead. I teased it for a while as I licked, kissed and nibbled on it. Then I ran my tongue along his shaft, pausing now and then to suck his balls.
Liz must have been feeling left out, because she jumped out of the hammock mumbling something about faggots. I took Phil’s rod out of my mouth to ask him if he felt like a faggot. He laughed and told me to suck harder. I was really getting into it with my nose buried in Phil’s pubic hair and his cock halfway down my throat, so I don’t know when exactly Liz left. The next thing I knew, I heard the backdoor slam and Phil said she’d gone inside. I didn’t care.
Eventually Liz returned with a jar of honey. She said it was time for lunch. I took Phil’s cock out of my mouth and asked her what she meant. Instead of answering me, she caught hold of the hammock ropes and pulled us closer to her. Then she tilted the jar and poured a thin stream of honey over Phil’s stomach. I watched, fascinated, as the golden fluid pooled in his bellybutton and slowly rolled down his upright cock. Tossing the empty jar aside, Liz stood on tiptoes and leaned over this honey-coated feast. I joined in and, together, we gave him a fabulous tandem blowjob.
When Phil grunted that he was about to come, Liz said that she wanted to eat his come, so I started to lick his balls as he came in Liz’s mouth. Just then Liz lost her footing and grabbed for the far side of the hammock. Her weight capsized us and before I knew it, we were all in a pile on the grass under the hammock. Phil’s cock was still in her mouth and from the way she was swallowing, I could tell he was still coming. At last Phil let out a low moan and collapsed on the grass. My wife grabbed his wilting stem around its base, slowly pulling its length from her mouth and then licked him clean.
She gave me a kiss. I found out then that she had not swallowed all of Phil’s come. She pushed some into my mouth and we shared it.
That was the end of a perfect day for all of us. It had also been an exhausting day. However, it was not the last that we spent together. We’ve never bothered with clothes since then, and Liz and Phil have free reign with each other whenever they want to, which is often. It isn’t unusual for me to come home and find them fucking. Sometimes I just watch and at other times, I join in. Phil and I also like to have sex together on occasion, and next weekend I’m going to help him hang a hammock in his backyard. Name and address withheld
What happens when two coworkers with a strong mutual attraction begin the intricate dance of office romance? Usually nothing. The pressure to abstain is just too great, what with vicious office gossip generated by jealous colleagues, strongly disapproving bosses and conflicting schedules.
But then comes the night the male of this wary duo is burning the midnight oil and suddenly she appears in a soaking-wet sundress that reveals more than it conceals, and what it reveals makes him reach for his extension—and we ain’t talking Alexander Graham Bell’s invention, either. She breathlessly asks him for jumper cables for her stalled car.
What does he do? He jumps at the opportunity to electrify her battery. And to hell with work, colleagues, bosses—yes, even the cleaning staff! Now that’s being hard at work. N.F.
Karen and I had been working in the same office for over a year before we met at lunch one day and discovered that we had much in common. It didn’t take long before we were meeting for most of our lunchtimes. Karen stands about five feet two inches tall, has long blonde hair that reaches down to the small of her back, soft blue eyes and full, pouting lips—a real doll.
During the summer, she often wore tight-fitting miniskirts and T-shirts that looked like they were spray-painted on her body. Several times I’d met her dashing across the parking lot to get out of a sudden, soaking summer rain. The damp chill would cause her nipples to stand erect in her skimpy bra and her shirt to cling to her ample breasts, which rose enticingly with her every breath. Hiding my erections during these encounters was often a problem.
Our relationship began in earnest one night when I was at my desk, long after regular working hours. Growing drowsy, I got up and took a walk around the hallways to see who else was burning the late-night oil. As I was passing the elevator, the doors opened and Karen emerged.
Karen was wearing a one-piece cotton sundress that clung to her luscious body suggestively and was short enough to provide spicy glimpses of milady’s thighs. Actually, she might almost as well have been wearing Saran Wrap, for her dress was soaked and virtually transparent. Her nipples appeared as hard points on her beautiful breasts, and the lace fringes of her underwear were visible, perfectly framing her luscious cunt lips.
“Just when I found that my car wouldn’t start, the rain came crashing down,” she said. My raging hard-on and I both thanked the powers-that-be. “Do you think you could give me a jump start?” she asked.
“Of course,” I stammered. “I’ll be done in just a bit.” I tore my gaze from her fetching breasts, which seemed to be crying out to me to be kissed and squeezed. My heartbeat was racing as I returned to my desk and resumed working. Karen followed. She sat on the edge of my desk, almost as if it was her intention to drive me wild. Maybe she was horny, maybe she had tied on a few, lowering her inhibitions, or maybe she was a lot more courageous than I dared to hope. After a few minutes, she lay back languidly and pulled her dress farther up her thighs.
As I sat in awe and watched her breathe, she spoke. “Have you ever thought of all the different places in this building that would be great for having sex?” she asked. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard! I thought I would lose my load right then and there. “How about it?” she proposed. “It’s late and the place is deserted. And you did offer to help me.”
That was all the urging I needed. Without a word, I shut off my desk lamp and stood up. I laid my hands on her thighs as I positioned myself in between them. I raised her dress and moved my hands up her smooth thighs to her lace-covered snatch. Her rain-dampened panties slid over my fingers and, with my thumbs, I began lightly stroking her crack. I could feel the heat of her body as I reached around her firm ass and pulled her closer. She reached up, pulled my head close and kissed me as I’d never been kissed before. She then unzipped my pants. Her small hands trembled as she wrapped them around my straining member and pulled it forth. I pulled her toward me across the smooth desktop and got into position to start fucking.
“Whoa! Hold on!” she said. She got off the desk and deftly pulled her dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor. That done, she knelt and helped me remove my pants and undershorts. Seeing my eight-incher standing tall, she sucked it between her full lips and flicked her tongue back and forth across its swollen tip. I felt her hot breath at the base of my shaft as she sucked and kissed every inch. My first load had almost arrived when she suddenly stood up and walked out into the hallway.
“That was just to make sure you’re really ready!” she said as she left the office. I promptly followed. She went to the drinking fountain and splashed water on her breasts before turning to face me. I could see a passionate desire in her eyes. Her breath was shallow and labored. The cool water of the fountain had brought her nipples to full attention, and I began to kiss them. She sighed deeply with my every kiss and caress. I reached behind her to grasp her firm ass and to remove the last of her garments. She moaned and purred as I pushed her panties slowly down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. Placing my hands on her ass again, I pulled her against my rigid cock. She began massaging it. Only an enormous exercise of willpower kept me from going over the edge.
But then, with no warning, she tore herself free. She ran away from me and vanished around a bend in the corridor. I hurried after her, eager to find her and quench the flames of my desire in her moist, pink love sluice.
Standing out before me like a divining rod, my cock seemed to direct me to her. She was waiting in the storeroom. The door closed quietly behind me as I entered the darkened room. Without warning, her lips were on mine, burning with lust and desire. I hugged her hot body to mine and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My throbbing prick effortlessly penetrated her warm, moist cunt. Immediately I felt that amazing, massaging grip that every horny woman possesses in her vagina.
Holding her ass, I directed her up and down on my straining tool. Whenever her legs tightened about me, the muscles in her snatch gripped the shaft of my cock tighter. I could feel the suction growing as our thrusts increased in strength and tempo. I’d never felt a pussy so fantastically tight before! Our rocking motion pulled at the foundations of my being as the fantastic Karen screwed me for all I was worth. The delicious pleasure mounted as her sex juices began to run down my legs.
Karen arrived at her first climax with a rush. She arched her back, let out a deep moan, and pushed her breasts up toward my face. I continued driving wildly into her. Her wild abandon soon sent me over the top. With a low grunt as the air whooshed from my lungs, I pressed my savage member as deeply as possible into her box and shot my sperm into her voracious depths.
I slowly withdrew from her and slumped to the floor. She sat beside me and we both gasped for air, grinning like idiots.
After a few minutes, I heard an impish giggle and saw Karen get up and walk toward the door. “Why don’t you just relax for a minute while I go and retrieve our clothes?” she said. When she’d left the room, I stood up and headed down the hallway to the conference room, where I collapsed into one of the chairs. I guess I must have dozed off, because the next thing I remembered was feeling the weight of Karen’s body on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her bare backside. “We can’t possibly have any more fun until I get you ready again,” she said in that fetching tone of hers. Then she began slowly moving her ass back and forth across my rising dick. Her sighs filled the room as I reached around her and began massaging her firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. With one hand I began caressing her cleavage. With my other hand I reached down to her pink cleft and began massaging her hard clitoris.
As Karen’s bucking and moaning increased, my dick sprang up to its full height and begged for attention. The sweat on her thighs helped her slide across my lap almost effortlessly The friction of my prick against her beautiful ass felt delightful. Reaching down, she deftly slid my mammoth member into her well-lubricated snatch and began to ride me with zeal. Her panting grew louder and louder as she neared another climax. With one hand she was rubbing the base of my pecker and delicately massaging my nuts while her other hand was guiding my touches upon her burning flesh.
Just as Karen orgasmed, we were startled to hear a key in the door and someone turning the knob. Fearing discovery, Karen—still in the midst of her climax—quickly got off of me and hid under the large conference table. When the cleaning lady entered the room, I lay my wet trousers over Karen’s white dress. The cleaning lady looked at me curiously. I tried to explain that I had accidentally soaked myself in the thundershower and had come upstairs to dry off. Under the table, Karen took my stiff cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck it. I did my best to cover up my trouserless condition from the intruding woman while Karen brought me ever closer to my second orgasm with her lips and tongue. As the familiar pressure rose in my nuts, I was forced to account for my involuntary thrusting motions, lest the intruder catch on to what was happening. I explained that I was cold and shivering, and I pointedly asked her to turn out the lights when she left. But still this woman remained to chat! I couldn’t have borne it if Karen were to stop—her blowjob was making my face tingle as that delicious pressure reached a crescendo in my balls. Sensing the nearness of my climax, Karen dramatically increased the tempo, all the while maintaining a perfect silence below the table.
“You don’t look so good,” the cleaning woman said. “Maybe you’ve taken a chill!”
I was about to assure her of my well-being when I ejaculated with frightening force. As gobs of my hot load filled Karen’s mouth, my hands shot out across the tabletop and my eyes began tearing. As my hips pushed forward, I involuntarily caused Karen’s head to bang against the table. The cleaning woman jumped back as if I had leapt at her, brandishing her vacuum hose as if to ward me off, and fled.
After she had slammed the door, I looked under the table and saw Karen sitting there with a big satisfied grin on her face. “Thanks so much!” she said. “I have meetings in here all the time, and doing this is about all that I can ever think of.” As I helped her out from under the table, she gave me a long kiss. I assured her that whenever she felt this daring again, I would be more than happy to oblige her! Name and address withheld
Fantasies sometimes come true. Sometimes the too-beautiful girl you were afraid to ask out is sitting at home just waiting for you to call. And once in a great while, the sparks really fly.
Herein, a homeboy with low self-esteem gets his confidence bolstered by the girl-next-door—a girl he thought was out of his league. As it happens, Homer’s in the ballpark and batting a thousand.
Sometimes fantasies do come true. Sometimes, all you need to do is step up to the plate and swing.
I had been eyeballing my luscious next-door neighbor Sarah for months before I got up the nerve to ask her out. Once I did, it was the beginning of many exciting nights to follow. But the first night is the one I shall tell you about.
It was not quite dusk as we walked across the lawn to my car. When I opened the door for her, she deliberately allowed her slit skirt to fall away from her thighs and glanced up at me to see my reaction. I stood transfixed, my eyes glued to her flesh while a smile played across my face. “Nice.” was all I could manage to say.
“Why have you waited so long to ask me out, Todd?” she asked as we drove to the restaurant.
“Hell, I don’t know,” I said. “Bashful, I guess.”
“Well, you’re so damn beautiful,” I said, “and I just didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me.”
“It’s nice of you to think so,” she said hugging my arm against her breast. “But I’m just a woman, Todd.”
When dinner was over, we lingered over drinks. Sarah sensed I was hesitating once more. “Why don’t we take a drive, Todd?” she suggested, her eyes showing a promise of myriad untold delights.
We drove a short distance from town, then pulled off the highway near a small group of pine trees. When I turned off the headlights, the moon cast a soft glow over us. Sarah clinched against me, her left breast pressed tightly against my arm. Noticing my shyness, she turned my face toward hers. Her soft, moist lips closed against mine and she trembled lightly as she kissed me for the first time.
Then Sarah took my hand and placed it over one of her tits, holding it there. With her tongue deep in my mouth, I started to gently squeeze her pliant breast and manipulate her rising nipple.
Her hand rested on my thigh, moving slowly up and down until her fingers contacted the head of my swollen cock through my pants. I gasped as she stroked my cock through the cloth, my ass rising off the seat slightly. As we continued our lingering kisses, Sarah opened my pants and pulled my aching cock free.
“Oh. Todd.” she cooed as her fingers closed around my now rigid cock, “This is lovely—you’re so soft and smooth, yet hard!”
No longer hesitant, I ran my hand up her skirt, caressing her warm inner thighs. I stroked the crotch of her tight panties, making her writhe with pleasure. She spread her legs wide and lifted her ass off the seat. I could feel the humid heat of her cunt through her panties.
“Put your hand inside my panties,” she murmured. “Put your hand inside there and feel what you’re doing to me.”
My hand moved easily into the waistband of her tight panties, through the thick curls. I was pressing her back against the seat and we were both badly cramped.
“Wait, Todd,” she said. “Let’s make it more comfortable.”
“How?” I grunted, not really caring about the lack of space.
My face must have fallen when Sarah smoothed her skirt down, because she laughed softly. “Don’t worry, Todd,” she said. “I won’t let you suffer too long, I’ve wanted this as long as you have. Let’s get some air.”
She opened the door and the car light switched on to reveal us. She stood outside the door, beckoning me. When I was at her side, Sarah lifted her skirt. “Take my panties off, babe.”
My fingers trembled against her flesh as I slipped her panties down her svelte legs. She pulled on my cock, then leaned down and ran her tongue about its swollen head. Sensing my pleased surprise, she closed her soft, wet lips around the head of my cock and sucked gently for only a moment or two, then stood up again. “Did you like that, Todd?” she teased.
“I had no idea that you would—”
“Suck on your cock?” she asked huskily. “But I love to suck cock—especially this one here,” she said, smiling at me and enjoying the fact that she had me in a state of awe and rigid excitement.
Sarah gave another soft laugh, then turned her back to me. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and exposed the creamy swell of her succulent ass to me in the moonlight. Then she leaned over and lay on her stomach across the front seat of the car. Her feet hung out the open doorway and the light illuminated her rounded ass-cheeks. Looking over her shoulder at me, she gyrated her ass invitingly.
“Take your pants down. Todd,” she whispered hotly, arching her ass up. “You can fuck me better with your pants down.”
As I was removing my pants, Sarah reached both her hands behind her back and wantonly caressed the cheeks of her ass. I stared at her for a moment, hardly believing my luck. I could see the curling hairs and the way her pussy pouted at me from between her thighs. As soon as my pants were off, I reached for her. My hands moved over her flesh, which was soft and pliant to the touch. Then with a moan, I dropped to my knees, pushed her thighs apart and buried my face in her wet pussy from behind.
“Ooo, you’re so sweet!” Sarah cooed, wiggling her ass in my face, her hand rubbing her clitoris as my tongue probed her love-canal. “Kiss it for me, babe! Suck my wet pussy! Please don’t stop!” she moaned. My tongue shot up and down the cheeks of her ass, then downward to stab deep into her cunt. I swiftly thrust my tongue in and out of Sarah’s steaming pussy and then brought my tongue to her clit once again. Sarah was shuddering in ecstasy, feeling a powerful orgasm bubbling like boiling water in the pit of her stomach. My hands ran up and down her soft thighs, her hips and her round ass.
“Ooo, Todd, Todd!” she wailed, jamming her hips into my face. ”I’m coming! Ohhh, tongue me more. I’m coming so hard, baby—please don’t stop!”
My tongue was flying rapidly in and out of her cunt as she came all over my face. Then before her climax was over. I pulled up and she felt my hard cock buried to the hilt in her overflowing cunt.
“That’s it, honey!” she urged hotly.
“Now grind that lovely cock of yours in my cunt—give it to me hard, babe. Ohhh, fuck me now, Todd. I want your hard throbbing cock as far in my pussy as it’ll go. I want it bad. Fuck me, baby!”
My prick slid into her tight pussy, and she shoved her ass back to meet my every thrust, moaning in pure ecstasy as I gave my rigid manhood to her. I could feel the come rising uncontrollably up my shaft, and, grabbing her hips with my strong hands, I began slamming hard into her wet pussy. With that, Sarah began coming again. The walls of her vagina closed around my cock like waves rolling up a beach. My shaft was engulfed in a sea of hot, viscous fluid.
“Ooo! More, more,” she shouted into the still night air. “Give me more! Oh, feel my hot pussy wrapped around your cock, baby! Fuck my hot cunt. I love it. Fuck me, babe. Oh, Todd, fuck me good.”
The excitement was now too much for me. I had wanted Sarah for so long and had never dreamed I’d actually be able to have her in this wild way. But here I was, fucking her, and she was begging for more. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and here she was with my cock inside her. Her cunt held me like a moist, hot velvet glove as she flexed her muscles on my shaft.
I smashed against her upturned ass-cheeks, the hairs at the base of my cock tickling her sensitive pussy lips and the flesh of her ass. Finally, I stabbed as deeply as I could into her throbbing cunt, grunting loudly as I went stiff and the come flowed from my cock, filling her.
“Oh baby, your cock is going to spurt up my aching cunt,” she yelled. “Come in me, babe, give it all to me, give my cunt all of your hot, creamy nectar.”
“I am,” was all I could muster. My fingers squeezed into the firm flesh of her hips, my cock deep in her clinging cunt.
Squirt after squirt came splashing into her steaming pussy and it sent her into another powerful orgasm, causing her body to shake and gyrate violently. She wailed loudly into the night as she twisted and rolled against me. It seemed that neither of us would ever stop coming.
I was exhausted, lying on top of her, breathing hard, my cock still inside her soaking wet cunt. She lay beneath me, face down on the car seat. She said her breasts were tingling as if there were an electric charge running through them. We were both panting.
Shortly thereafter, I pulled free of her and stood in the moonlight, awed by what had happened. Sarah slowly turned and sat up, her knees spread wide, feet on the ground, and she gazed affectionately at my glistening cock.
“Come here, Todd,” she murmured, reaching out and pulling me close to her. She then leaned over and buried her beautiful face in my crotch, kissing my slippery cock with our love juices on it. She wrapped her arms around my hips and clung to my ass-cheeks as she gently sucked my cock clean, savoring the taste of our combined juices. Then she turned me loose and looked up at me. “Todd, that was beautiful. I think—I think—” she began but paused, needing to say no more.
I caressed her hair, then pulled my pants back on. We sat very close to one another as I drove her home. Sarah fondled my cock while I stroked the creamy insides of her thighs. At her door I held her close and kissed her passionately, then without a word, turned and went to my house, next door. Sarah stood there for a long moment looking after me, then went into her own house and to bed, a content and satisfied smile on her face. She would indeed sleep well that night.
After graduating from college, my roommate, Elise, and I moved to different parts of the country. Still, we kept in touch. I moved to a large urban area and went to work for an advertising agency. Elise had various jobs and then got married. Currently, she was between jobs and spent most of her time at their ranch, some two hours from the hospital where her husband worked.
After some pretty hectic times at work I told Elise that I needed a break. She suggested that I come and spend some time unwinding with her on the ranch. Nothing sounded better.
Soon I was on a flight to the town where Elise’s husband worked. When I got off the plane, I saw her, the tall woman I had known in college. Her slim legs extended from her nylon running shorts, and she wore a lightweight top that hung loosely from her broad shoulders, and about her breasts. Her long, brown hair was bleached from the summer sun. Elise may very well have been giving me the same kind of once-over. I suppose I haven’t changed much since college. I am shorter than she, my frame more petite and delicate. And my short hair is dark brown. We embraced. It was so good to see her! There was so much to talk about! During the two-hour drive to her ranch, Elise explained to me that her husband was in the middle of his first twelve-hour shift for the week. He would work two more shifts, staying at a studio apartment in town, and then return for four days on the ranch. I would have to wait to meet him, but we would have time to catch up on the years.
After about an hour and a half of driving, the homes became farther apart. Elise said that the few houses we saw were summer cabins inhabited only on weekends. Soon, Elise pointed out her mailbox. We drove just a mile more on a dirt road and, behind a hill, was the ranch house.
Elise suggested that I freshen up after my long trip. She showed me my room and I showered, then put on a halter and some shorts. I found Elise outside on the deck, in a lounge chair. She was wearing no clothes, which startled me a bit, though in college I knew Elise liked to sunbathe. The isolation of the ranch provided the golden opportunity to do it nude.
Elise suggested that I take off my halter and shorts. With a bit of hesitation I did so. She poured me a drink from the cooler, noting the bands of white around my breasts and hips. She handed me some sunscreen and suggested I put extra on my white areas. I felt the warmth of the sun all over my body. After about two hours the sun began to dip behind the hills. Elise and I headed into the house to get some dinner, and ate, drank, and spent the rest of the evening filling each other in on our lives and loves before calling it a night.
The next morning Elise said that she had had a call regarding some part-time work she had been doing. She would have to drive into town, work for a couple of hours and drive back. I offered to accompany her, but she encouraged me to stay and relax as there was nothing to do in town. I agreed to stay. As she left, Elise told me that the man who delivered the water would be coming by, but I would be able to hear his truck from the road so I could quickly dress.
I headed to the deck as the day began to heat up—ten thirty and it was already ninety degrees. I picked up the coolers, some erotic magazines and the sunscreen.
After a while I dozed off. I was awakened by the mufflerless truck. I quickly put on my top and shorts. The water man drove up to the cistern and began filling it. I came out and greeted him. He did not seem surprised to see a strange face—Elise must have told him of my visit. He quickly went about his business and was soon back on his way. I was taken aback by his briskness. I am used to turning a few heads, especially when wearing those particular shorts and top. Perhaps part of my being affronted was caused by my horniness brought about by sunbathing nude and reading erotica. And he was a pretty good-looking guy. But so it goes.
I went back out to the deck and removed my shorts and top. I poured a drink, smoothed on more lotion, and returned to my reading. The recent nonadventure with the water man led me to finger my clit and nipples as I read. Soon, I was in the midst of a massive orgasm. After this I wondered why I came out to the middle of nowhere with no man to satisfy me. Perhaps Elise and her husband would be interested in some group sex.
A few minutes later I heard a faint clatter. Who was it?—not Elise, it was too early for her return. Once again I pulled on my shorts and top and went into the house. I looked out the window and saw a fellow on a bicycle with a lot of gear. Obviously he was touring and camping out. As he came closer, I saw that he was in his mid-twenties. Wearing only thin Lycra biking shorts, a helmet and sunglasses, I could see that he had a strong build. As with the water man, I went out and greeted him. A smile swept across his face and I began to feel a wetness between my legs.
He took off his helmet and said his name was Larry. He was spending a couple of weeks biking in the region. He had run out of water and, when he saw the water truck coming from this direction, figured there must be a house down here where he could get water.
I offered him a drink, putting an extra sway in my hips as I led him out to the deck. He guzzled several glasses of water to replenish his system and then accepted a beer, settling back in a chair. Larry talked of his bike tour, the places he had visited, and the people he had met. He mentioned that people seemed to envy his adventure and often invited him in for a meal, a place to stay, or more. He paused there and looked at me through his sunglasses.
Then taking off his glasses, he asked what I was doing out here. I told him my story. When I got to the part about Elise and me sunbathing in the nude, I could see his penis begin to stiffen underneath those Lycra shorts. I continued to tell of my activities before his arrival. He continued to stay hard. I invited him to spend the night, saying that there was a lot of room, that Elise and I would enjoy his stories, and that I thought he could use a break. There was one more reason I had in mind, but I didn’t mention it.
We each had another beer and I figured it was time to make my move. I asked if he minded if I continued to get sun in the altogether. He said no, and asked if I minded if he did the same. Of course I offered no objection. That over, there was a bit of hesitation on both parts in removing our clothes. Larry took off his biking shoes and socks as I lifted my top over my head. My breasts burst free into the sunlight. Larry fixed his gaze on them. I asked if he would like to put some lotion on them. Without wasting a second, he grabbed the tube and began rubbing it on my breasts. The wetness between my legs increased.
I could see that the stiff rod beneath his shorts yearned to be released so I pulled down Larry’s shorts and rubbed his stiff penis. He sighed and continued massaging my breasts. I began licking and sucking him. Larry then went down on me, bringing me to an immediate orgasm.
We kissed and tongued and, as I became excited again, I wanted Larry in me. I guided his still-firm penis into my wet cunt. He pumped, and I responded, for what seemed like forever. We both approached a mutual climax as I grabbed his bare white ass.
We melted with the intensity of our orgasms. Finally I suggested that if we were to remain outside, he should have some lotion on his buns. Larry responded by rolling off me and onto his stomach. I applied the lotion, feeling his firm ass and seeing his penis return to a stiff form. Larry reminded me that I, too, needed lotion on my bottom. Who was I to object? As he applied it, he fingered my clit, and my ass rose to meet his hands. I reached back, grabbed his prick, and guided it into my cunt from the rear.
It was time for a rest, and we both had faded into sleep when we heard Elise’s jeep. As before, I threw on my clothes. I asked Larry to wait on the deck while I explained his presence to Elise.
While Larry and I fixed food and drink, Elise jumped into the shower, returning clad in a brief bikini.
Now it was my turn to surprise Elise. I lifted my top over my head, pulled my shorts down, and reclined in the chair with a drink.
I mentioned a need for lotion on my ass. Larry obliged, straddling me as he did so.
Elise asked Larry if he could do the same for her. He moved to her chair, straddled her torso, and applied lotion to her entire backside starting at her neck and working on down to her toes. While rubbing her ass, he fingered her cunt, bringing her to orgasm.
Elise turned over and asked him to do the other side. He said that she first needed her front side cleaned. He proceeded to lick each leg, coming ever so close to her clit, and up her torso, circling each breast. He then went to work on her right breast, licking and sucking it with vigor. I could not hold back any longer. I joined Larry by sucking Elise’s other breast. I reached down to feel Larry’s prick, finding Elise’s hand already there. I massaged his balls and rubbed his ass. I saw Larry’s hand fingering Elise’s clit and moved a hand to join him there. Elise reached another great orgasm.
Elise guided Larry’s prick to her waiting cunt. I moved up to kiss Larry and placed my cunt by Elise’s face. She quickly began lapping at it. Larry grabbed each of my breasts while he pumped away inside Elise. We simultaneously reached orgasm, collapsing upon each other.
After a rest, we continued to satisfy each other through the night. Larry and I joined Elise in bed, but we slept little. When one of us did sleep, the other two continued to get and give satisfaction. Finally, at mid-morning the next day we were all up for a final romp. We showered together, during which each of us came again. Larry hit the road, biking off to the west. Before he left, we exchanged addresses and promises to get together soon. After he was gone, Elise and I returned to our nude sunbathing while making plans for her husband, who would return home that evening. B.B., New York, N.Y.
The clock radio next to the bed read 1:56. I was at a loss. This had never happened to me before. I looked over at the guy next to me. Passed out next to me, actually. The alcohol I’d drunk still hummed in my veins, but it didn’t prevent me from asking myself, What WERE you thinking? It was a good question.
I leaned over the bed and fished for my panties. Quietly. The dress was tougher. It had gotten caught up in the soft down comforter, and was half under the guy. I shook him lightly, but he didn’t move. Shit. I shook him a little harder. He gave a moan and mumbled something about staying. This was so not in my plans.
“Honey, if you want to get rid of me, you need to let me get my dress,” I purred. He didn’t even open his eyes, just rolled to one side. But that was enough to let me pull my dress from underneath him. All right!
My dress and I quickly headed for the bathroom. I didn’t turn on the lights, just used the water from the sink to freshen up a little. I slipped my panties on, pulled the dress over my head, and down my long, lithe body. I smoothed down my short, sassy dark hair, then used a washcloth to cool the parts of my body that he had left wet, hot and so completely unsatisfied. Damn it! The evening had started off with such promise. But the great thing about Vegas was that two in the morning was still early, and the night was just getting started.
Back in the room, I sat on the edge of the bed and put on my earrings. “I had fun, baby,” I lied quietly. The guy reached out half-consciously and put his hand on my arm, and for a moment I thought he might rally. But he didn’t. Thank goodness.
I slipped out the door and down the hall. I took my phone out of my evening bag to find out where the other girls were. I felt a little bad about ditching them earlier in the evening, but they were the kind of friends who would understand and even approve of such behavior. In a day or so we’ll sit down and have a good laugh over my exploits of this evening. But not tonight. Definitely not tonight. Because tonight I was still a woman on a mission. I wasn’t stopping until I got what I’d come for.
The cab driver dropped me in front of another hotel, and I sauntered into the club where the music was thumping and the people were packed shoulder to shoulder. The bouncer at the door took one look at my dress, cut to my navel in front and nearly to my ass in back, and let me right past the rope line at the door. I sidled through the crowd and wriggled my way around the club, not exactly dancing, but not exactly walking either. I kept my eyes opened for my friends, but also for whatever else might turn up. A lot of people were already pairing off for the night. I was definitely going to have to work quickly.
Girls in tiny outfits worked the stage above the gradually thinning dance floor. After a minute I spied my friends Joni and Lynn, both of them dancing hot and close with guys I didn’t recognize. I managed to make eye contact with Lynn, but didn’t go any closer. That was the deal. Nobody wanted to be the third wheel this late in the evening. I would find my own fun. I headed over to the bar, which was gorgeous and elegant, and still crowded. I elbowed my way in and shouted my standard order, Grey Goose and seven. With drink in hand I didn’t feel so naked as I started drifting through the frenzied crowd again.
Men in suits, men in jeans, gorgeous women in dresses, in jeans with silk camis. Obvious tourists and obvious locals. I wriggled my way through them all. Suddenly one of them stopped in front of me. “We’re dancing,” he said. He had to almost shout it over the thumping music.
“We are?” I replied.
“Yeah.” And he took my hand and pulled me slowly out onto the floor, giving me the chance to check him out a little better. Nice jeans. Striped button-down shirt. Good shoes. Not such a bad start.
And he moved well, keeping his hands on me as we danced. I writhed sexily for him, obviously holding his interest.
I got the usual compliment about my eyes, that was good. Then the hair compliment, even better. I wriggled and turned, feeling his hands on my ass. Wow, he worked quickly!
“Are you here with friends?” he asked. A good question, showed interest. And because of the loud music I had to press close to him and talk directly into his ear to answer him. Tricky.
“Yes,” I said, and threw in a question of my own. “Are you local or just visiting?” Conversation is good. Even at 2:30 in the morning. And he had nice eyes. Honest eyes. And good lips. I stayed in close, still dancing, waiting for the answer.
“I’m visiting from Chicago,” he replied into my ear. It felt good being close to him. Hot. Oh, this is going to be fun, I thought. A tourist was right up my alley tonight. I pulled away just enough to turn around again, still dancing. But his hand slipped around my hip and pulled me back against him.
Oh my! I could feel something that the guy I’d been with earlier could never have matched.
“I’m not letting you get away,” he murmured, and I turned around again, slithering against him. As I raised my head to reply to him, he stopped my lips with his. Right there on the dance floor! Lovely, firm lips playing over mine. I forgot that these were the second pair of lips that had been on mine that evening. I forgot the disappointment and the frustration. That was totally over now.
“What’s your name?” I asked him, pulling away.
“Sid,” he replied, smiling
I gazed deeply into his eyes, trying to see into his soul. You can see into a man’s soul if you look close enough. At least I can. At that moment I was making a decision, and I knew it. I gazed deeply, and I saw nothing in those chocolate brown eyes that might be a danger to me. Nothing but a lust that matched mine. Oh, he was going to work me over all right, I knew that, because I was going to tell him to. But there was no real harm in him.
“It’s really nice to meet you, Sid,” I said, turning away from him again and letting my bottom play against his groin, feeling his hardness through the thin fabric of my dress.
Just then the crowd pressed in even closer, and the room felt even warmer, and I felt Sid’s hand on the back of my thigh as he slid it under my dress. The dress was full enough so that he could play with the wet curls of my pussy under my panties, right there on the dance floor. Only the people right next to us would have had any clue, if they’d been paying any attention. Which they weren’t.
Sid turned me to face him then. He grabbed my ass as he kissed me again, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. I moaned and pressed into him. Oh lord, what we were doing could no longer be considered dancing, by anyone’s definition. I forced myself to pull away, swaying and moving to the music, never taking my eyes from his. He tried to pull me to him again, but I resisted teasingly.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.
Very stupid question. “Yeah,” I replied shakily. “But I have to let my girlfriends know where I’m going. Where’s your hotel?”
Lynn simply cocked a discreet eyebrow when I told her where I was going. God bless her. Explanations were for the morning after. Now at least someone knew where I was.
When we got into a cab Sid and I dove at each other. He pulled me across his lap and pressed his mouth on mine. He had a really skilled mouth, too. The ride was short, and over very quickly or maybe it just seemed that way because we were having such fun. The cab driver never said a word. That’s the nice thing about Vegas cab drivers—they are so good about looking the other way.
My legs felt weak as we crossed the hotel casino and made our way through the corridors. He tried to grab me again in the elevator, but I quickly pointed out that there were more cameras there than just about anywhere else in the hotel. Finally we made it to the room, with the door closed behind us.
“Tell me what you like,” he said in a soft voice as he pressed me against the wall next to the door.
I pulled his head down and pressed kisses on his mouth as I answered. “I like everything. Everything! And I like it hard, fast and just a little dirty. Is that a problem?”
“God, no!” he replied. And he pulled my head back and slid his mouth down to my neck. I gasped and opened my thighs a little, so I could cradle him closer. I pulled at his shirt, wanting him closer still, slipping my hands onto the hard, hot skin underneath. He quickly began to unbutton his own buttons, which was good because they were so small, and I was actually shaking a little. I didn’t really know why I just knew that I didn’t want any of this to stop.
I kicked off my shoes as he half pulled, half carried me to the bed. He pulled my dress over my head so roughly that I almost expected to hear a rip, but I didn’t even care by this point. I wanted those hands on me. Wanted them badly. My skin felt like it was on fire when I finally felt him cup my breasts and squeeze them eagerly, thumbing my nipples and bringing them to attention. The more he did this, the more I could feel an answering tug deep in the core of me. I wanted his mouth on my skin, but he pushed me back onto the bed. I raised myself onto my elbows and watched him as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. The room was very dim, the only light coming from the half-open door of the bathroom, but I could see him well enough, and what I saw was just fine.
When he was completely naked he stretched out over me, cupping me between my thighs. I heard myself whimper helplessly. With one finger he separated my lower lips and found my clit, circling it. The teasing flicks of his finger made my skin pebble with goose bumps and my abdomen quiver. I pulled his mouth down to mine again sucking on his lower lip as he continued to tease and torture me in that lovely way. Suddenly he grabbed my knees and pulled them wide, kissing and licking his way down my chest, over my stomach, until he made his way to the triangle of curls at the juncture of my thighs. I was breathing hard now, knowing what was coming. Waiting for it. Dying for it! Wanting it as much as I wanted to breathe.
When I felt his tongue in my slit my eyes closed of their own accord, and I couldn’t control the moan that came from the back of my throat. That hot, wet pressure was so welcome that I was soon clawing my fingers into the bedcovers as he licked and tasted me. Gently and slowly at first, and then harder. Then he slid a finger into my dripping pussy, and when he added a second finger I couldn’t hold on any longer. I clenched around him and came all over his hand. I didn’t scream, but I wanted to, and resisting that impulse was torture. But I rode the waves, enjoying the feel of his fingers sliding in and out as I convulsed around them.
Coming down the other side, I started to think of what I wanted next. I knew. I knew exactly what I wanted and nothing was going to stop me from getting it!
I rolled him over, straddling him. And starting from his neck, I pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses all down his chest, just as he had done to me. Licking the salty taste of him, all the way down his torso, until I reached the place I wanted. I felt him tense below me, probably wondering if I would really do it or not. Or maybe whether I could really take it or not. Because he was larger than most, it was questionable. What he didn’t know was the fact that I actually loved doing this. Loved it! Some people are stimulated by looking, some by touching. For me it’s my mouth. I loved to kiss, to lick, to bite, to suck. I absolutely love it!
I looked up at him as I licked my lips to moisten and soften them. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked just the head of his cock, swirling my tongue tip over it. Tasting him, testing him. Never taking my eyes away from his. Testing his reaction, I pulled back a little, then came forward again, taking him into my mouth this time, giving him more tongue. I focused on the sensitive spot on the underside of the head, rolling my tongue up and over, giving him a little suction as I pulled up. Then again, going a little deeper this time. Again and again, each time going further, and further still. Always coming back to the crown of his cock.
Sid’s eyes closed and his face grew more tense. I closed my own eyes and settled into what I was doing. When I really got into it, it was better for both of us. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat when I took it really deep, I felt a thrill of power, of control, as his moan echoed in the quiet hotel room.
Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth, and I gave a little cry of disappointment. But only for a moment, because now he was hauling my legs all the way up, and he was licking me again, this time his tongue was going into deep, dark places that I’d only read about before. His hands cupped and held the globes of my bottom, kneading and gripping them hard. Soon I was coming completely unglued as I felt his fingers slide into both my tunnels. I was stunned, but so ready. And I heard myself begging incoherently for more.
“God you’re so hot!” he panted. “You’re just a horny little vixen, aren’t you?” His hand reached up and pressed slightly around my neck. The pressure and erotic hint of danger gave me a thrill of anticipation.
“You know that just makes me even hotter, right?” I moaned.
He pulled his hand away then, and with one movement slid his cock home, deep inside my pussy. I arched under him, trying to take him deeper, but he held onto my hips, keeping me still.
“You’ve got to slow down, baby,” he said, grinning at me. “You’re just too hot!”
“The hell with that,” I gasped out, arching under him again. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Come on. Give it to me. Make me feel it. Are you a man or not?”
I could see the change in those eyes the minute I said it—the anger. Oh how I welcomed it. Relished it! He drove into me hard then, burying his face in my neck, sucking hard, clamping his mouth on my flesh as he fucked me hard and fast, like a piston. I could feel it in my heart, in my soul. I pulled my legs up, then flexed my body as I had learned to do in yoga class and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his head harder against me, pushing my crotch up, wanting to force him as deep inside me as he could go.
“Damn, girl!” he said, slowing slightly, “I could bend you in half!”
“Go ahead,” I told him, panting hard. “You can do anything you want.”
He reached up to unclasp my legs and push them higher, until my body was indeed bent almost double. He had my knees almost to my ears when I felt him withdraw for a moment. Again I cried out with dismay, but then I felt his fingers playing in the moisture from my pussy, spreading it lower, rubbing it into the tight opening of my ass. I gave a little gasp.
“Think you could take it?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine.
The words sent shivers of excitement through me. I didn’t know if I could take it or not, but I knew I wanted it. I wanted him to do it. He was already fingering my anus, stretching it, probing it. Oh god!
Then I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing into my asshole. He wasn’t waiting for permission. He probably knew he didn’t need it. There was nothing I didn’t want him to do to me. Now I could feel the pressure—such blessed pressure! He took his time. I was moaning loudly now, and pushing back at him. Once he was past the tight, resistant outer muscles it was SO good! This was something even I had seldom done before, and now I was letting this total stranger, who I had only just met, do it to me. But if he had stopped then I would have died. I stopped thinking altogether and just rode the sensations that were pulsing through my body.
“You really are a sweet wanton little slut,” he whispered almost reverently.
“Yes!” I whimpered. I was completely undone now, beyond caring. I wanted to come so badly it hurt. Then he pulled out, and I just lay there throbbing. Everything was throbbing. My ass, my pussy, my clit, my everything!
He pulled me up onto my knees then and crouched behind me, sliding his cock home deep inside my pussy and proceeded to fuck me harder than before. I could barely hold myself up on my elbows. I grabbed a few pillows from the head of the bed and shoved them beneath me to help hold me up. He was hitting that sweet spot deep inside me, there on the inner wall of my pussy, and I knew it wasn’t going to take me long.
“Come on, baby. Fuck me. I wanna come so bad. Please!” I begged. I dug my fingers into the bedspread and pressed my ass back into him as he ground his cock still deeper into my pussy, pressing me down into the bed. I could feel the walls of my tunnel tightening around him as I got closer and closer still. “OH GOD, NOW!” I screamed out as I felt my climax take hold of me, shaking my world and convulsing my body. I collapsed with it onto the bed, focusing on the sensations deep within me. The release and the euphoria.
Then I felt Sid pull quickly out of me, and felt the sudden steamy, wetness on my back and ass as he found his own release. I lay face down on the bed, satiated, waiting for my breathing and my heartbeat to return to normal. I heard him get up from the bed, and a minute later I felt a cool washcloth sliding over my back and bottom. That was nice. Very, very nice. A wonderful fuck and thoughtful too? Wow!
I rolled over and looked up at him. “Hi Sid,” I said, a little breathlessly.
He looked back at me, grinning widely. “You know, it occurs to me now that I never asked you what your name was,” he said.
I burst out laughing. “Sandra,” I said. “My name’s Sandra.”
“Sandra. It’s really nice to meet you,” he said, laughing too.
“Welcome to my town. I hope you enjoy your stay,” I told him.—S.G., Las Vegas, Nevada
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and I was at the mall with a couple of my college friends, looking for some new music and trolling for available cooch. Unfortunately, I am not into giggly young coeds as much as my friends are, and I find it hard to find a 20-year-old who can turn me on. In my four years of college I had been laid twice. Not that I couldn’t have had more I just couldn’t find the kind of more that I would like to have.
My two buddies and I were heading down one of the mall corridors, just joking around, when, glancing into the window of a perfume store, I caught a glimpse of the most erotic woman in the world standing behind the counter. She had the most amazing lips I had ever seen, and they stopped me dead in my tracks. As my buddies continued on, I stooped down to tie my shoe so I could continue to check out this woman. She was in her late 30s or early 40s, wearing a tight little dress that hugged all her curves and plunged in the front to expose the cleavage of her well rounded breasts. I felt an instant twinge in my crotch.
As she spoke to a customer I saw her pearly white teeth showing between those gorgeous glistening puffy lips. Immediately I wondered if her pussy lips were as puffy and shiny. I now had a full boner, and was afraid to straighten up, fearing that it would be too evident, as I am not small in that department. She seemed to have had a poise that was fascinating to me. I loved the way she tossed her head, and when she smiled her cheeks would puff up over her cheekbones to match her lips. Her waist was small, and she had a gorgeous round tummy that protruded just a bit in a way that was unbelievably sexy. When she turned, her tight little dress showed me the outline of her rounded ass cheeks and the crack between them. I felt my cock growing even harder, and I knew that it would not go down without help.
By now my buddies had turned back. “Hey man what the hell are you doing?” they wanted to know. I stood up, covering my huge boner as best I could with the package of CDs I was carrying, and pointed to the bathroom, which luckily for me was right across from the store that employed the woman who was now my dream girl.
I darted in and found an empty stall. I was so horny I didn’t really look to see if anyone else was in there. I immediately whipped out my cock and stroked it as I imagined those glistening, puffy lips wrapped around it. I thought how soft they would feel moving up and down on my cock, her pearly white teeth grazing it lightly. Dropping my package to the floor, I held my balls in my other hand and massaged them while I stroked, imagining her feeling them swell as she sucked me. Drops of precome lubed my shaft as I imagined her sucking it down into her throat. It began to jerk, and almost before I knew it, it detonated. Jetting out of my cock was the most massive load I’d ever shot, and with each spurt my whole body spasmed. I grabbed the wall of the stall to steady myself. I was so light headed my body was weak. When I opened my eyes I was astounded to see that I had shot my load all over the walls and floor of the booth. There were pools of come everywhere. I imagined that woman eagerly licking up my load, my copious jism oozing out of her mouth and across those luscious lips.
I heard my buddies outside the bathroom door, saying, “Where the hell did that ass go now?” I struggled to stuff my half erect cock in my pants, yelling to them that I would be right out. After washing my hands and inspecting my clothes to make sure none of my load had gotten on me, I darted out the door.
My friends razzed me about not being able to handle the Mexican food we had had for lunch. I was relieved that they didn’t suspect what I had been doing it would have been all around the campus in an hour. I didn’t dare look back into the perfume store, as I was sure that one more glimpse of that exotic woman would turn my cock right back into a permanent state of erection.
When I finally got back to my off-campus apartment, my mind went back to the incident in the mall, and immediately I felt my cock swelling again. I was feeling a little chagrined, since whacking off in a public bathroom was not something I had ever done before. I thought back on the load I’d left all over the stall—and then I suddenly remembered the package of CDs I had dropped on the floor. Dammit, I’d gone off and left it there!
As I was driving back to the mall to see if there was any hope that my package was still there, I decided there was no way I would make a trip to the lost and found department, as anyone who had found it would have found my enormous load of come as well. I would just take a quick peek in the bathroom, and I would also check to see if the woman with the gorgeous puffy lips was still at work, though I thought she would probably be off by now.
But as I approached the bathroom I peered into the store, and there she was, bent over the counter with her cleavage on full view. Again an instant boner erupted in my pants. I darted into the bathroom, looked into the booth, and there they were—my package and the drying remnants of my load, I quickly snatched up the package and exited the bathroom.
The woman in the store was now talking with a coworker and laughing, her big round titties bouncing up and down. Before I could stop myself I realized that I was entering the store. It was like a paperclip being drawn to a magnet.
She looked up at me as I approached, her amazing eyes meeting mine. “May I help you?” she said in a very sexy, raspy voice. I must have just stared for a moment, because her toothy smile turned into a puzzled look. Finally I heard myself muttering something about needing to buy perfume for a friend.
“What type of scent does she like?” the woman asked. Standing there nearly dumbstruck, my eyes fixated on her lips, I could only shake my head, mumbling that I had no idea.
She then requested that I follow her to the back part of the store, where she would assist me in finding something. As she walked her beautiful ass rotated with her steps, and I could see the faint outline of a thong through her dress. My thoughts went wild as I pictured her puffy pussy lips, and I quickly tugged my shirt down as far as it would go and positioned my too small package in front of my massive hard-on.
The woman now turned toward me, going into a practiced spiel about various perfumes and their basic makeup. “I don’t know about these things,” I said nervously. “Just pick the most popular thing you sell.” She scanned my uncomfortable stance with a soft batting of her eyes and that grin that puffed up her cheeks to match her lips. Then she leaned forward and asked me to smell what she had on, indicating her chest. I bent toward her cleavage, and as I took a sniff I felt my cock pulse strongly, and then I was spurting helplessly right in my jeans, letting out a small involuntary moan.
Oh fuck! was all I could think. I could feel my cheeks getting hot, and I didn’t know what to do. Very calmly, as though nothing had happened, the woman handed me a card, saying, “Call this number at exactly ten after five. I’ll have your present picked out for you.”
I grabbed the card and ran as fast as I could out of the store. Not until I was in my car did I dare to look at the mess I had made in my jeans. Streams of come soaked the legs and crotch, and unbelievably, my cock was still stiff! I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly half past three. As horny as I was, I was so embarrassed that I wasn’t sure I would be able to call the number on the card that was still clenched in my hand. Fuck it, I thought as I pulled my rigid cock from my jeans and began to stroke it.
Again I thought of those lips, that ass, what her puffy pussy must look like, and better yet how it must taste, and within a few strokes my cock shot its load once more.
Back at my apartment, I still wasn’t sure if I should call the number, but I laid the card next to the phone before hopping into the shower to clean up. I tried not to think of the woman, but my mind would not obey me, and sure enough my cock soon stood strong and rigid. I decided to ignore it this time. I lay down on my bed and gazed at the boner that wouldn’t die. I looked at the clock, which said five on the dot. I had 10 minutes to decide if I was going to call. I picked up the card, noting that it smelled like her perfume. I lay with the card draped over my nose, breathing in the heady scent of this erogenous woman.
I look at the clock again: eight minutes after five. I rested the phone on my chest as the longest two minutes of my young life slowly drifted past. At precisely 10 after five I dialed the number. Three rings sounded, and I was thinking of hanging up when she answered in that raspy voice.
“I’m just walking to my car,” she told me. “And I have the present for you. Would you like to meet me, or should I drop it by your place?”
In a daze I heard myself giving her my address. When we hung up my cock was throbbing like hell, and I quickly put on some sweat pants. The mall was only a few minutes from my apartment, and it wasn’t long before I heard the buzzer go, sending my heart into a panicked frenzy.
Nervously I opened the door, and there stood the woman who had kept me in an incredibly horny state for most of the day. Her eyes roamed my body as I stood in front of her in only a pair of sweat pants.
“So, are we alone?” she asked, looking around my untidy apartment.
“Yes,” I managed to squeak out.
She moved closer to me, and I knew my woody was popping a huge tent in my sweats. She looked down, smiling.
“I am alone this evening too,” she murmured. Well, I took this as my cue. I grabbed her and planted a kiss on those soft puffy lips. They felt even softer than I’d imagined. She responded by pressing into me and running her hands down my back. My whole body shuddered.
When the kiss broke I looked deep into her eyes for the first time. Her sexy smile puffed her cheeks again, driving me crazy with lust. I led her quickly into my living room, moving the collected junk off my couch. When she sat down her tight dress climbed her full thighs, and for an instant I got a glimpse of her thong.
Trying to be a good host, I asked her if I could get her anything. “Yes,” she replied. “I want you.” Reaching out, she whisked my sweats down, and my boner popped out and nearly hit her in the face. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of my cock.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a bag with her store’s logo on it. “Here is part of the present I brought,” she said, and pulling a bottle of cherry-flavored oil from the bag, she opened it and drizzled it over my cock. The cool oil made it jump. She then spread the oil up and down the shaft of my cock with her small hand. My knees began to tremble. Then she bowed her head and her sweet puffy lips slid over my very swollen cockhead. So warm, so soft, so moist. I moaned, and her eyes looked up at me. It was a picture I will never forget.
She then proceeded to take as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. I closed my eyes, standing there shaking as that warmth slid over my rigid flesh. I could feel my rod twitching in her mouth as she guided her lips skillfully across it.
After a minute she raised her head and pulled me down to the couch. As I sat there dazed, she stood up and reached around to her back. I heard the sound of the zipper, and then her dress dropped to the floor, revealing her full curvy body to me in nothing but a little red lace thong.
Her breasts were large, with just a bit of a sexy sag to them. Her nipples were large and erect, her waist indented above her full hips, her stomach bulging with that slight erotic concavity that I loved. I couldn’t wait to see her pussy lips. I reached out for her thong, but as I did she turned around and swayed her ass back in forth. Her rounded ass cheeks made my cock jump. Again I reached out, this time tugging her thong a bit awkwardly to her ankles. She kicked it away as I grabbed her hips and turned her toward me, feasting my eyes at last on her nicely shaven pussy, its lips indeed beautifully puffy and glistening.
My tongue darted deep inside that pussy, which tasted sweeter than any other I’ve ever known. Her gasp was thrilling to me. I pulled her to me and laid her out on the couch. One of her legs stretched over the back of the couch, the other curling around my neck as I feasted on her sweet bud, then ran my tongue down over those fabulous swollen lips before plunging it deep in her hole. Her moans grew louder. I inserted one finger inside her while I went back to lick feverishly on her clit. Her leg tightened around me, drawing me in harder as I tongued her hard little nub. I could feel her pussy tensing around my finger. Then she screamed, and floods of hot creamy come flooded my face and fingers, and I licked it up happily as she writhed on my face.
I almost forgot about my misbehaving cock as I continued to nibble and suck on her pussy, bringing her to orgasm several more times. It was as if I was paying her back for the times I had come earlier from just thinking about her.
“I want you to fuck me,” I heard her say finally, and I wasn’t about to argue. I rose to my knees and ran my fat cockhead teasingly over her slit, then slowly penetrated her slippery hole. It was very tight and hot. Her eyes flew open and she gazed raptly at me as I burrowed my cock as far as it would go into her welcoming tunnel. I stayed still for a moment as I felt her pussy and my cock pulse against each other. I knew both of us were very close, and I needed this to last forever. I wrapped my arms around her and fervently covered her neck, cheeks, lips and breasts with licks and kisses, and only when I couldn’t hold back anymore did I begin to grind inside the softest pussy in the world. I was so lost in the sensation of our bodies being joined that I was unsure if it was her moans I was hearing or mine, or both. Her curvy legs, wrapped around my lower back, pulled me in even deeper. With each of her orgasms I could feel her hot juices bathe my hard cock, and I continued to grind her to ecstasy, studying her womanly face, taking in her moans and screams, admiring every last bit of this sexual goddess.
After a while I stopped to rest, and she quickly turned over and got on all fours. I admired her pussy from behind, her lips all full and creamy, glistening in the soft light. I penetrated her part way and pumped my cock in and out of her, feeling my balls filling with come. The vision was so erotic, her ass so round, her luscious pussy lips swallowing my cock and spitting it out again. I reached around and fondled her round tits as I thrust myself deep inside her. She moaned louder than ever, and screamed for me to fuck her hard. I obediently thrust my cock in a fast-paced rhythm in and out of her tensing pussy. As she clenched spasmodically at my dick I rammed it deep inside her, feeling it explode steamy jets of come. Our bodies shuddered together, and our voices mingled in one final ecstatic scream.
I never spent another weekend with the guys after that. I fucked this goddess for the last six months of my senior year in college. That was 10 years ago, and to this day all I have to do is think about her and I explode. —F.L., Albany, New York
As a pilot in the air force, it’s one of my jobs to give instructional rides to all the new flyers in our squadron. One cool, March morning I drove to the base, and upon arriving saw that I was scheduled to a check ride with a Lt. Joey Collins. As I got my paperwork together, a stunning redhead, whose sleek five-foot-ten, one-hundred-forty-five-pound frame filled out her flight suit beautifully, came into my office.
“Is this where I’m supposed to sign in for my check flight?” she asked.
“It is,” I answered, but not until I looked up and saw that the name tag on her suit read “Collins.” I guess the puzzled look on my face was familiar to her. She told me that her last instructor saw the name “Joey” on the sheet and was also expecting a male pilot—until she checked in.
I took her out to the flight line after going over our weather charts and filing our flight plan. After we inspected the plane, we climbed aboard. The crew chief buckled her in her restraint harness and I got strapped into the back seat. We taxied out to the runway. As we rolled out to the centerline, she said over the intercom that this was always the best part of flying for her. I asked her why, but she said she wouldn’t be able to tell until we were already up in the air.
Well, I didn’t have to wait to know what she was talking about. As soon as she slid the throttles to maximum and lit the afterburner, I instantly knew: The vibrations from the turbines and afterburner sent a raw buzz from my feet to my nose—and I knew she was feeling the same buzz in her crotch!
She finally released the brakes after getting a green light from the tower, and as we took off she let out a long, sexy moan. I felt the stick jerking beneath my hand and realized she was having an orgasm. She confirmed it when she said, “Thanks for the help keeping it straight and level.” I told her I wouldn’t hold it against her, since I knew she was nervous.
But she calmly replied. “I’m not nervous, Sir. I just had a big ’0,’ if you know what I mean.”
We talked some more as we climbed to altitude. I told her that I once knew another female pilot who had done the same thing on takeoff, and that if she wanted to come in my cockpit it was cool with me.
We completed the flight in about fifteen minutes. After we landed, I told her to report to my office to go over her performance as soon as she took her shower. When she walked in a little while later, I nearly spilled my coffee all over my fresh shirt. She had on a pair of jeans so tight, it looked like she’d been melted into them. Tucked into the narrow waistband was a khaki T-shirt with no bra underneath. She had a great figure and carried herself with the grace of a model.
She smiled and took her seat, first shutting my office door and locking it! I quickly told her I was expecting the base commander, and suggested that it might be better to go over her flight later that evening over dinner. She agreed, and told me to meet her at the end of runway seven at eight o’clock. When she left, chills were coursing through my body.
The whole time the commander was with me, all I could think of was Lt. Collins and how I couldn’t wait to take that hot little pilot for a ride of my own. When I got home, there was a message on my recorder from her: “If you’re really a jet jock, then have your cock at runway seven by eight o’clock. I’ll put it through more moves than an F-16!”
I took a long shower and splashed on some cologne. With a bottle of good champagne tucked under my arm, I slid into the driver’s seat of my ’67 Corvette. I suddenly realized that the car wouldn’t be very comfortable for much necking, let alone fucking or a good 69. But I was confident that we’d find some way to get comfortable.
As I drove past the guard at the gate, she saluted me, and with the top down, I drove off to meet Lt. Collins.
The road I was headed for was off-limits to civilian vehicles, but I told the security police I would be watching some students practice their takeoffs and landings, and they waved me on. I clipped my lights as I pulled to the outer apron of the runway, and sat watching the sunset while listening to some classic Zombies on the tape deck
I saw a car coming. My cock got hard just from the thought of what was in store for me. As Collins pulled up in her red Miata, I got out of my ‘Vette and told her that we might have a problem, since neither of our cars was big enough for much activity.
“No sweat,” she said, and quickly pulled a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets from her car!
She stepped up to me and I pulled her close, sucking her tongue deep into my mouth. While we kissed, I opened my eyes to see her already writhing with lust. We spread the blankets and sleeping bag open, and soon we were both stark naked. I slipped my mouth down to her tummy and had started licking my way cuntward, when I realized she had shaved her pussy. It felt so good to rub the smooth skin while feasting on her clit, which was sticking way out. I hummed “The Star Spangled Banner” as she put my head in a massive leg lock and commanded me to keep sucking!
After she came several times, she finally released her hold on me. “Get ready to have your cock sucked,” she said. “I mean really sucked.”
And suck she did! Her throat must have been bottomless. She was rocking up and down on me like an oil rig, when all of a sudden I noticed a set of lights coming toward us. I was so close to the edge, though, that I didn’t say a word until I felt the last of my hot come blast down her throat.
Then we both heard a car door slam. Lt. Collins jerked her head up and gasped. Since we were both officers, I knew I could take care of whoever was checking up on us. Still, it could prove to be an embarrassing situation. But as it turned out, it was the pretty, young security officer from the front gate who’d waved me through earlier. She beamed her flashlight on us just as we were diving under the blankets.
She started to ask if everything was okay, when she suddenly giggled and said, “Joey?”
“Is that you, Anita?” Joey stammered. It seems they were roommates in an off-base apartment. Anita walked back to her car and got on the radio, then came back and told us that she was “officially” on her dinner break. She and Joey talked for a minute while I walked back to my car to get the champagne. When I got back, Anita was taking her shirt off and Joey asked me if it was all right if Anita joined us. I didn’t even bother answering. All I did was grab them both and pull them down to the blanket with me.
They took turns sucking my prick, and then ate each other out. With a little persuasion, I got Anita to sit on my cock and ride it while Joey rode my face with her pretty, shaved cunt. I shot my load up Anita’s tight box just as Joey flooded my mouth with her tangy juices. All the while we were doing this, there were planes taking off and landing not fifty feet away from us, roaring their engines and shooting flames out of their exhaust. It seemed that each time a plane took off, my cock was ready for another go with one of these two fine ladies.
Anita told Joey she wished she knew someone who could take her for a ride in one of those planes. Joey replied, “You do now!” She told her that I was a pilot and a flight instructor and that I’d be more than happy to take her up. Without hesitation, I agreed to do just that.
Now that I’m not stationed on that base anymore, I often think back to that night on runway seven. Shortly thereafter, I took Anita for that plane ride. We ended up fucking before we even took off! The three of us spent many happy weekends together that summer.
By the way, Joey and I got married last year, and yes, we still enjoy flying! W.T., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma