My wife Lynn and I are now in our mid-40s, and have been together for 25 years. Recently our lives have turned completely around. Although in our early years together we indulged in a completely wild and hedonistic lifestyle, as the years went on we became more settled and stodgy. A few years ago, however, all that suddenly changed, and now we find ourselves reliving our wild youth. It came about like this:
I first met my lovely wife when we were both 21. I was working at a big radio station in town, and I was covering a rock concert at the local college when Lynn showed up with an old friend of mine named Daisy, who was kind of a band groupie. Daisy had talked her way backstage—which was no problem, considering the way she was dressed—and she introduced me to her friend.
I was dumbstruck it was lust at first sight. I couldn’t take my eyes off Lynn, and I couldn’t even hear the music anymore as I gazed at her. There in front of me was a really cute, even beautiful 21-year-old girl with long dark hair, a small but curvy frame and a nice set of really gorgeous tits. She was only five feet tall, weighing maybe 105 pounds, and she had on a man’s black mesh athletic shirt, very tight, which she wore like a dress. She also wore a small chain belt, ultra-high platform shoes—and nothing else. It was pretty dark backstage, but when she walked in front of a work light, the shirt became virtually transparent. I was in voyeur heaven!
When Daisy introduced us, Lynn gave me a smile and a nice big hug, pressing that fantastic body up against mine. When the show started she sat on an equipment case, very close to my position at the back of the stage. Throughout the show she kept making eye contact with me and smiling. She also kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing not just me, but hundreds of rowdy audience members, her perfectly shaved pussy.
What a view! She was obviously teasing me, and apparently really getting off on it too.
By the time the show ended Lynn had slugged down a few beers and was feeling no pain. Her snug shirt/dress wasn’t covering all that much of her, and the sight was really getting me worked up. Her right nipple was poking out of the mesh front, and the shirt was pulled up nearly to her waist. She knew it, too as I stared at her she flashed me a big, knowing kind of smile.
I went over to her then, and without getting up she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep wet kiss. I pulled her to her feet, and we hugged, and kissed again. When we broke for air, Lynn asked me if I was into partying with her that evening. What a silly question!
Lynn said goodbye to Daisy, who was about to get busy with a couple of the band members, and we drove to my house. Once there, she became an animal. We raced up to my room, where she dropped to her knees, ripped my pants open and started sucking me voraciously. I had to exert all my control to keep from coming in her mouth within seconds.
After a bit, Lynn got up and lay down on my bed, pulling her legs up so that her knees were near her ears, and told me to fuck her good. Pausing only to take my pants off, I got on top of her and guided my cock into her sopping pussy.
I started with long, slow strokes, gradually picking up the pace, until she suddenly screamed and spasmed strongly in orgasm. I almost exploded right then, but she lay still, waiting for me to regain control, then slowly started to fuck me again, rocking her pelvis, her cunt sliding back and forth over my impossibly hard cock. I knew I could not hold out much longer, and when I told her that she smiled, then popped my cock out of her tight pussy and crammed it right into her ass. She wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my back, and pulled me deep into her rear passage. I pumped a few times, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. I stared deeply into her eyes as I exploded violently into the depths of her.
I was hooked.
Lynn and I dated for a few months, and then moved in together. Lynn turned out to be really into all kinds of sex, as was I. We were perfect for each other. After a year, we got married, and had a wonderfully sexy vacation in Jamaica. Lynn seldom wore anything other than the skimpiest of bikinis, and nothing at all at the beach. She had a strong exhibitionistic streak and loved to show off her body, and I loved to watch her doing it.
Back home, Lynn would wear the wildest outfits whenever we went out—the shortest shorts, the tiniest tops, see-through dresses with garters and stockings, and the sexiest, most extreme high heels she could find. And she never wore underwear. The more stares and comments she got, whether favorable or unfavorable, the happier she was. And what made her happy made me happy.
This was the start of our really wild years. We started going to swingers’ clubs, even some special “after hours” clubs where basically anything went. We began with Lynn doing me under the table, and worked ourselves up to where I would fuck her on a stage, with other couples all around. Lynn would just go ballistic she would have a succession of powerful orgasms, one after another, in front of a whole room full of watching people.
Soon we were even videotaping our adventures, and we became very popular in the group sex scene. We would screw on camera, then watched the tapes at home later, and fuck again. Lynn really got off on acting like an amateur porn star she would look right into the camera as we screwed and scream out how much she loved it, and how she wanted me to fuck her harder and come inside her.
One night we were on stage at a club when one of the other couples joined us. Things got really wild that night, with the girl straddling Lynn’s face at one point, grinding her pussy onto her mouth. It was Lynn’s first time eating out a girl, and I had never seen a lesbian act in person before. And while this was going on, the girl was giving her partner a blowjob, while I fucked Lynn in her tight, shaved pussy.
Finally the girl came loud and hard, and soon afterwards her partner pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face and tits. The crowd was really getting into it and cheering us on. Lynn was moaning and gasping, and then she let out a scream as she climaxed explosively. A minute later I squirted deep into her pussy.
I pulled out of her then, leaving her cunt gaping open and oozing with come. It was such a rousing sight, her lying there with her legs spread wide open, dripping gobs of fresh semen. The bar manager sent over a bottle of champagne to thank us for the live sex show. Lynn drank from the bottle without getting up, making no effort to cover herself as the come continued to pool on the stage floor between her legs. Someone had been taping all this for us, and now he brought the camcorder closer to get some really good shots of my wife’s leaking pussy. I was glad we had this hot session on tape to add to our collection.
That was the kind of kinky sex life we enjoyed for the first five years of our marriage, until Lynn became pregnant. After that we still had wild sex when we could, but now that we had baby to take care of, it wasn’t so easy. Then we had a second child, and had even less romantic time together. There was more stress, and things slowly but inexorably fell into more of a routine.
In this way 15 years went by. Lynn now weighed a lot more than when we had first met, her boobs were not what they used to be, and she now wore mostly sweat pants and large shirts. She was often tired and worn out, and after 20 years of marriage things were just not the same. We still loved each other a lot, but the family lifestyle we were now living was taking a big toll.
Then, a couple of years ago, I brought home a copy of Penthouse Letters, and we started reading it together. We both got pretty turned on reading the various letters about wife-swapping and so on, which brought back old cherished memories. We agreed that we should make more time for each other, but Lynn felt she needed to work some things out for herself first. She told me that she wanted to take a vacation by herself, to give her time to relax and refresh her spirit. She would time it for when the kids would be away at summer camp. There was nothing I could do but agree. She booked herself into a resort, and at the end of June I dropped her off at the train station for her eight-week vacation.
The time I spent by myself during those weeks was very lonely, though I spoke with Lynn several times a week. Finally the day came for her return, and I drove to the station to pick her up.
When the train pulled in I looked all over for Lynn, but I couldn’t see her among the alighting passengers. I was wondering if she had missed the train when this hot little babe in a short, very thin white sundress and heels came strolling up to me. “Hey!” she said, grinning at me. “Has it been so long that you don’t recognize me?”
Oh my god! This hot, sexy-looking fuck goddess was my wife! I could only stare at her, speechless. Lynn just laughed and gave me a big hug, and that’s when I realized that she was stacked! These big tempting tits the size of cantaloupes were practically crushing my chest.
“What happened to you?” I finally stammered.
Lynn then explained that she had decided a few months before that she was going to make a big positive change in our marriage, and she wanted to make some substantial personal changes too. She had found this special resort on the Internet that offered plastic surgery, along with the relaxation therapy that she needed. So she’d had a more or less total body makeover. She’d had her tummy, thighs and butt liposuctioned and sculpted, her skin peeled, her eyes laser corrected, her tubes tied, and, as I had already noticed, had gotten a substantial boob job. In fact, she’d had them enhanced from a B to a D cup, and now had two bionic tits on her chest, high and firm and round. She’d also had all her body hair permanently removed, including her pussy hair. In addition, she had worked hard to get her body back in shape, and in the process had regained her confidence.
She then added that she was now ready to try out her new porn star body, and in fact could not wait to reignite our previous wild sex life. So we went straight home and fucked like we hadn’t fucked in years.
Now things have gotten back to the way they were in the old days, before we had kids, and we couldn’t be happier—especially now that the kids are old enough to be away at college most of the time. My wife has turned back into a total fuck toy. She wears her slutty clothes again, and we are back into the swinging scene, having a great time with group sex, swapping partners and making porn videos. I think I am the luckiest man alive!—J.N., Scranton, Pennsylvania
I sped home from work, taking the fastest route, but it still didn’t seem fast enough. I had talked to him on the phone the night before, agreeing to meet him for lunch at a restaurant in town. I had thought I would have time to go home to shower and change beforehand, but I hadn’t been able to get out of work anywhere near on time.
My cell phone rang, and I saw that it was him. Oh god, I was supposed to be there by now. I thought about not answering, and by the time I decided to talk to him he was already leaving a message. I was very nervous. We had not seen each other for a couple of months, and I was so looking forward to seeing him again. I couldn’t figure out why this man affected me so, but he did.
I listened to the message, thrilling to his soft, seductive voice. “Hi, kitten, I guess you got out of work late again. But that’s okay, I understand, and I just want you to know that it’s not a big deal. Late is okay. See you soon.”
When I got home I flew out of my car and into my apartment, quickly getting undressed as I started the shower running. But then I thought, what’s the rush? He’d said it was okay, and anyway, he’d kept me waiting many times. Let him wait a little longer.
I took my time in the shower, making sure I was clean for him, and took some extra time to shave my legs. I contemplated shaving my pussy hair, but decided that would be overdoing it.
Finished with my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my bedroom. I couldn’t believe what I saw. There were fresh flowers on my desk, my bed was newly made, and he was lying on it, naked and stroking his cock.
For a long moment I stood there in shock, just looking at him. Then I thought, God, he’s right there looking at me, what am I waiting for? And I dropped the towel and lay down next to him on the bed. I wanted him so badly I could hardly breathe. I brought my lips to his and whispered, “I guess we’re going to be later than I thought.”
“Yes,” he replied, smiling. “And thank you for not locking your door when you got home.”
I looked into his eyes. “You planned on me being late, right? So you could slip in and seduce me?”
“No,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “This was spur of the moment.” And then he pulled up a bottle of champagne from the other side of the bed. And now I noticed the two glasses sitting on the night table. Spur of the moment, my ass.
At that point I didn’t want to talk any more, and I fervently pressed my mouth to his. His lips felt hot against mine, and I realized how much I had missed his kiss, so loving, so passionate. My tongue probed deeply into his mouth, and he met it with his. It was as though our tongues were shaking hands and saying hello, and I wanted to experience that greeting more often. I could feel the passion building between us as our mouths fed on each other. I couldn’t remember when I had been so hot for him.
He was the first to break the kiss, reaching for the glasses on the table and handing me one. I held it in one hand and took his hard cock in the other, holding him firmly, but with a light grip. He smiled at me as he reached for the bottle and set about opening it, despite the distraction. After a few minutes he got it open. I then released his cock and brought my free hand between my legs, looking him in the eyes as I rubbed it slowly over my moist pussy. When it was wet with my juices I placed it back on his dick. “Just a taste for your cock,” I said to him, smiling. “Before you feel the real thing.”
He raised the bottle and filled my glass carefully. I took a sip, then offered him some, holding the glass for him as he drank from it. He put the bottle down then, but as I moved to place my glass beside it he stopped me and moved in for a kiss. As our mouths fused together I felt the champagne he had drunk pouring from his mouth into mine. My tongue found his through the liquid as I swallowed it leisurely.
Finally he moved his mouth from mine and began kissing my neck, and a special spot behind my ear that he knew drove me crazy. Then he moved downward, kissing and licking his way down my body, while I continued to stroke his cock until it was out of my reach. I took another drink of champagne and moved to put the glass down, but again he stopped me, this time taking it from my hand. Smiling at me, he tipped what was left of the wine onto my stomach, then greedily licked it all up, cleaning me off like a cat.
This made me all the hotter for him as he continued his trail of kisses all the way to my pussy. Going for the bullseye right away, he put his mouth around my clit, licking it with his tongue and nibbling lightly on it. As he did this he worked a finger into my wet hole, and then another, moving them in his own peculiar motion, up and down rather than in and out. I heard myself moaning and groaning, making sounds I knew he loved to hear. I couldn’t believe he could still do this to me. I stroked his cock harder, and tried to bring it to my mouth. He moved around until we were almost in a 69 position, lying on our sides, and he gave a groan of his own as my wet mouth contacted his hard dick.
He licked harder at my clit as I started bobbing my head on his cock, my hand working in unison with my mouth. He raised his head from me, taking deep breaths as I continued to work on him. Then his mouth returned to my clit, and we went on, each concentrating on the other’s pleasure, working with greater and greater intensity, until it became almost a contest to see who could make the other come first.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and applied suction while whipping it with my tongue. He replied by sucking harder on my clit. I released his cock and began to lick it like a Popsicle, from base to tip. He groaned into my crotch and flicked his tongue wickedly. I gasped sharply, then devoured him again, taking him as deep as I could down my throat, then slowly pulled back, sucking hard all the way. His hips bucked up at me. He worked his fingers faster in my pussy, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my crotch against his fingers and his mouth.
Both of us were getting hotter and hotter as our contest proceeded, but neither of us wanted to give in. But this was getting to be too much, and now I just wanted to fuck. I let go of his dick and turned onto my back, pulling him up over me so our hard-working mouths could meet. I kissed him and guided his cock between my legs, and it found its way inside me as though that was where it was supposed to be all along.
As our mouths parted I looked into his eyes and whispered, “I love you, baby.” He was thrusting into me at that moment, and I arched my back and ground my hips to show him I didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t, but he still managed to whisper into my ear, “Kitten, I love you so much.”
Our sweaty, writhing bodies mashed against each other, both of us close to orgasm. I badly wanted us to come together. My moans grow more urgent as he grabbed my ass, as if trying to hold himself back. “Oh god, baby,” I gasped, looking again into his wide, wild eyes. “Baby, oh god, oh fuck, I’m so close!”
“Oh shit!” he moaned. “Oh yeah, now, baby, oh fuck!” His cock throbbed hard inside my convulsing pussy, and his sperm shot into me, filling me up as our combined groans rent the air.
We both collapsed, gasping for breath as though we had just run a marathon. I put my arms around him as he lay on top of me. “God, baby,” I panted. “That has to be the most intense orgasm we have ever had together.”
“Well, it’s been a while for both of us,” he said. Then he started moving in and out of me again. I couldn’t believe he was hard again already, but I groaned as my own lust was quickly stirred up as powerfully as before, and I began to move with him.
This time it was about fucking, as we had now gotten the lovemaking out of the way. We fucked together in unison, each knowing what the other liked, each knowing what we liked as a couple, fucking as a result of long practice, expertly and hard. He rocked into me with long full strokes, and I thrust back at him, moaning and curling my legs around his body as our loins ground together.
I came more quickly this time, my climax taking me by surprise, and it went on and on as he kept himself fully buried inside me. Even when it subsided, however, I didn’t want to stop. I rolled him onto his back and mounted him so that I could ride his dick. He pushed up at me as I impaled myself on him repeatedly with long full strokes, grinding against him each time I came down. His hands grasped my ass cheeks, his fingers working toward my asshole. My own hands went for my nipples, pinching them and playing with them as I rode him even harder. I could tell that he was about to come, and I couldn’t wait. But as it happened I beat him to it, my pussy contracting around his cock. This sent him over the edge, and he filled me with his jism once again.
“God, kitten,” he moaned breathlessly. “Can we take a break now?”
I smiled as I rolled off him and snuggled into his arms. We just lay there together, our breathing gradually slowing, and it was so peaceful and pleasant that we both dozed off. I woke a little while later and, trying not to disturb him, slid out of bed and went into the kitchen to get a drink.
As I came out of the kitchen he was standing in the bedroom doorway. I walked toward him very slowly, watching those eyes travel over my naked body in a way that made me tingle all over. He reached a hand to me as I drew near. I took it, and his other hand came up to cup my chin, drawing my mouth to his.
Our kiss was gentle at first, but as our mouths fused together I could feel the heat rapidly building in both of us. His hand slid down to my pussy, now wet with fresh desire. Without a word he turned me around so that my back was to him, and pressed me against the wall. I felt his hard cock probing between my legs, and I spread my feet apart and arched my body for him. I wanted to kiss him as he thrust himself into me, but I couldn’t turn my head far enough. He fucked me hard and purposefully, pounding into me until I was scratching at the wall as though trying to grab onto it. My cries filled the narrow hall as I pushed back at him frantically. I heard him calling out my name as he gave one last thrust deep inside me, and then we were both coming, coming together and yelling, his hands clutching at my body while mine pounded against the wall.
We were both covered in sweat as we slid slowly to the floor and kissed there, laughing and panting. “Oh, Jesus!” I managed to say. “I haven’t come like that in a long time. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever come like that—not even with you.”
“But you will again,” he said, smiling at me with his piercing, intense, loving eyes. “How about lunch tomorrow?”
“I’ll try not to be late,” I said. —R.C., St. Louis, Missouri
I was walking down the street toward my house when I recognized Mark’s truck as it drove past me. It stopped at the intersection, turned around and headed back in my direction. It stopped when it reached me, and Mark told me to get in. I did so, and he started up again without a word.
He stared into the night as he drove down the darkened street, without even a glance in my direction. I asked him if there was something wrong, and he simply shook his head. I was confused because he was acting so strangely.
He continued to drive for about five minutes before turning off into a dark road. There were no lights now, nothing but blackness ahead, only the truck’s headlights illuminating the emptiness.
After a while he stopped the truck, then turned off the lights and the engine. Leaning toward me then, he asked me how much I wanted him. Still puzzled at the strangeness of his actions, I said nothing at first, and he repeated the question.
“I want you very much,” I said then. “You know that, Mark.”
“If you had the opportunity to make love to me right now, right here,” he demanded, “would you do it?”
This time I didn’t hesitate. “Of course I would,” I told him.
He looked deep into my eyes, gazing at me with what seemed to be a combination of seduction and challenge. “Then come here and make love to me,” he said. And with that he leaned closer and began kissing me. I opened my mouth for him and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined.
As we continued to kiss, I proceeded to undo his belt buckle, unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper. I broke the kiss so that I could pull his pants down to his ankles, along with his undershorts.
I then quickly rid myself of my skirt and panties, dropping them to the floor of the truck before again bringing my mouth to his. I reached over to the seat lever and brought the seat all the way down, so that he was lying almost flat. As we continued to kiss passionately, my tongue reaching for his throat, I climbed on top of him, then tore my mouth away to ask breathlessly, “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” was his hoarse reply.
I took his thick hard manliness in my grasp and guided it between my thighs as I lowered myself onto him. I could feel the head of his cock gradually poking inside me, and I brought myself down even further onto him. His hands were on my waist, grasping me tightly as, inch by inch, I took that thickness inside me. It was extremely hard, and it filled me up like no one else ever had. I clutched at the back of the seat, grasping it more and more tightly. “Is this what you want?” I gasped again, and he responded with a jerky nod of his head and a hoarse moan.
I tried to tell him how good it felt then as I began to ride up and down on his wonderful cock, but in truth I couldn’t even begin to describe it. No words could possibly express the sensual feelings I had at that moment. He brought every nerve in my body to life, making me feel as though I was bursting even before I reached orgasm. I wanted to do the same for him, and judging by his reactions I thought I was succeeding.
Inevitably I did reach the point of approaching orgasm, and when I told him so, Mark said he wanted to hear me come. “I want to hear you scream, and call out my name,” he rasped. His words made me even hotter, and a moment later it was upon me. I took hold of his shoulders and threw back my head as I moved more strongly on him. “Yes, I’m coming!” I shouted. “I’m coming, Mark! Oh god, now! Mark! Now!” And I exploded, my pussy spasming around him again and again.
I fell forward on top of him then, still shuddering with pleasure, and I whispered in his ear that I wanted to make him come too, and that I wanted him to come in my mouth, because I yearned for his sweet taste. After a minute I slowly raised myself off him and brought my face down along his body, giving him sweet baby kisses, my lips gliding across his rough skin. I kissed and licked my way over his stomach, my tongue dipping into his belly button. I took hold of his cock with my hand as my mouth moved still lower, holding the stiff pole as I took it between my lips.
His breathless moan was music to my ears as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth. His hand came down to grasp at my dark hair. In between strokes of my tongue on his shaft, I asked him yet again if this was what he wanted, if he wanted me to make love to him with my mouth. The upward arching of his hips and the tightening of his hand in my hair was answer enough.
I took him deep again, licking the underside of his pole from side to side as my lips slid all the way to the base. His continuing moans told me I was on the right track as I began to suck him steadily, my head moving up and down, taking him in each time as far as I could. With one hand I caressed his balls, while the other stroked whatever portion of his staff was not in my mouth at any given moment. After a few moments his grasp tightened still more, his legs locked, and then he was calling out my name, as I had called out his. And then I felt him shooting into my mouth, his cock spurting again and again. I savored his delicious come, holding it in my mouth, letting it trickle around my tongue. When he was completely drained I slid my mouth off him and stuck out my tongue to lick a last drop off the tip of his cock. Only then did I swallow it all, leaning my head back as I did so, so he could watch me doing it.
When I was finished I lay on top of him and whispered in his ear, telling him how good he tasted, and how wonderful it had been to have him in my mouth. Mark chuckled and pulled my mouth to his, kissing me long and lovingly.
After a while we put the seat back up and got our clothes in order. Mark started the engine and headed the truck back along the dark road, whatever had been bothering him before now evidently forgotten. I was happy and proud to have been the means of making him feel better, and I knew I would be eager to do it again any time he asked me.—G.N., Seattle, Washington
I met my fiance through one of those online dating sites. I wasn’t too sure about putting myself out there at first, but it turned out to be the best decision I ever made.
On our first date Tom and I went out to eat, and ended up talking for hours. He wanted to go in with me when he took me home, but I declined. I didn’t want anything sexual to happen until I knew for sure that this particular guy was the one for me. I was tired of getting hurt all the time, and this time I was going to make sure first. I explained this to Tom, and he said he understood. In fact, he made me a promise that he wouldn’t even try to have sex with me until we were both completely certain that I was ready.
Well, it didn’t take much more than another few dates to make me realize that Tom was the perfect guy. He had all the qualities a girl would want, and more. On our third date I went to his place, and we ended up kissing and cuddling on his sofa. Things almost went a lot further, and the only reason they didn’t was that Tom insisted on holding to his promise. I had almost forgotten about that promise, and I tried almost everything in my power to get him to go further, but he wouldn’t, saying that he wanted me to be absolutely sure before we crossed the line.
I went home sexually frustrated that night. I had to have some relief, so I took all my clothes off, got into bed and satisfied myself with my trusty vibrator.
The next time Tom called me for a date, I made sure to let him know beforehand that all promises were off, and that I was ready for anything. We went out for dinner to a Mexican restaurant. I remember how hot and spicy the food was, and how hot I was too, at the thought of ending up in bed with the lover of my dreams.
We left the restaurant and drove around for awhile, sightseeing and talking, but all I could think about was getting back to his place. When we finally got there, the first thing Tom did was to take me in his arms and kiss me, and it was that kiss that convinced me that he felt as strongly about me as I did about him.
We ended up in his bed together for a night of the most passionate lovemaking I had ever known. From the first he had me so aroused that I thought I was going to orgasm just from his touch, but Tom had something else in mind. Pulling back the covers, he scooted down on the bed and positioned himself between my legs.
I was already moaning as he rubbed my pussy lips with his fingers, then parted them ever so lightly. He placed his tongue directly on my already engorged clit and started swirling it around. This of course made me even wetter than I had been before. I started moaning and wriggling under his tongue, unable to get enough of his touch. I caressed the top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair, moans escaping from my lips all the while. Tom knew just how to move his tongue, and how to hit the right spots. I could feel my juices flowing out of me, and he didn’t miss a drop of what I had to offer.
As Tom kept working his magic with his tongue, it wasn’t long before I had an orgasm like I’d never had before. But he didn’t stop there he kept licking as I went on squirming under his tongue, until I could take no more and I begged him to quit. I had come so hard that my juices were running down the crack of my ass and making a wet spot on the bed, but the night was not over yet. Tom had a massive, raging hard-on that needed to be taken care of, and I was just the woman to do it.
I had him lie down on his back, and I kissed him on the lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth, working it teasingly around his tongue and licking at his lips as I slipped it out. I then kissed my way down his neck while rubbing his chest with my hands, feeling his nipples get hard as I stroked them. My tongue worked its way to his chest and went where my fingers had been, tracing sensuous circles around his nipples.
I slid my right hand slowly down his body until it reached his cock. I felt it move when I touched it, and knew his excitement was growing—literally. I began to stroke his cock with my hand, while I continued to lick and kiss his chest. Then I moved down, dragging my tongue over his flat stomach until it too reached his cock.
Holding that erect member upright in my fingers, I slowly began to run my tongue around the head. Then I kissed it, placing my lips directly over the tip, and slowly let my mouth slide down over the throbbing stiffness. I could feel his body shift slightly with pleasure. I could feel the pulsing of his dick as I held it in my mouth, and I began to pump my head up and down, sliding the ever-growing tool in and out between my lips. Occasionally I would reach down and gently stroke his balls, running my nails lightly over them just to make him quiver. I was sucking harder now, making soft slurping sounds as I did so.
I was getting pretty worked up myself, and I was grateful when Tom asked me if I didn’t have someplace else where he could put his raging dick. With pleasure, I said yes, and eased onto my back as I pulled him on top of me.
I couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure as he entered my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how good he felt inside me. He started pumping slowly at first. He would work up some speed and then slow down again, until I thought I would go crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was deliberately teasing me, and keeping me on edge, while prolonging the pleasure for both of us. It was maddening, but it was unbelievably arousing, and as much as I wanted to come, I also wanted him never to stop.
This was one more quality I could add to the list of this man’s accomplishments. At one point he raised my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, to give himself fuller access to everything. I could feel every inch of him inside me, and I was going wild with ecstasy. He leaned down to kiss me, and the feeling of that extra connection nearly sent me over the edge. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. We were both breathing erratically, and I knew that finally he was close too. He began to pump harder and harder into my squirming pussy, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Just as I reached the peak I heard him moan loudly, and then he exploded inside me, the sensation adding fuel to one of the most massive orgasms I have ever had in my life.
We just lay there for a few minutes, still connected, his softening cock remaining inside me. After catching our breath, we disengaged and lay beside each other, arm in arm, talking softly until we fell asleep together, just like that.
The next morning we awoke with smiles on our faces, and with a few hours to kill before we had anything pressing to do.
Can you possibly guess how we spent them?—C.R., Boise, Idaho
“My secretary will be gone for half an hour,” he said, catching my waist with his strong arm.
We hadn’t seen each other for two days, hadn’t been naked together for a week. Too long. He started kissing me deeply, grabbing my ass with both hands and grinding me into him.
Sex on the job—there’s something so dirty and primal about it. And fucking your boss is even more of a kick, and it carries some nice perks as well.
He suckled my neck in just the right place as he popped the buttons on my jeans one by one. Electricity raced through my body as I arched my back, trying to get closer to him.
“I’m going to put my finger in your sweet little pussy,” he whispered.
“Please . . .” I begged.
He slipped his finger inside me, releasing a pent-up flood of hot juices, which ran down my leg. My body responded so wildly to his finger that he pulled it out and came back with two. I moaned as he stuffed them deeply into my pussy, all the while kissing me like a hungry animal.
He grabbed my sweater with his free hand and pulled it swiftly up over my head. I heard myself whimpering with passion as he started to suck one nipple while tugging roughly on the other. It felt so damn good!
I reached for his cock and was happy to find that he had already released it for me. I stroked it eagerly until I could feel the precome beading up.
“I know what you want to do with it,” he said.
“You do?” Of course he did.
“You want to suck it, don’t you?”
“Ask me,” he said.
“Let me suck it,” I said. “Please.”
He grinned at me. “Knock yourself out,” he said.
I got down on my knees. He liked to see me on my knees. I couldn’t help the little whimpering sound that came from my throat as I opened my mouth, so eager was I to taste that cock, to feel the hardness of it between my lips.
“Not so fast,” he said.
I waited, my mouth an inch from his dick.
“Kiss it first.”
I kissed it. I kissed it very gently. Then I kissed it harder.
“Lick it,” he said.
I licked it. I licked it all over. I licked the head, and then the shaft. I licked the length of it from bottom to top, and I licked his balls too. I was whimpering again.
“All right,” he said finally. “Now.”
The sound I made then was more like a moan as I took his cock inside my mouth. All the way inside. Until my lips were wrapped around the base of it, and I could feel the tip of it pressing into my throat.
“Good girl,” came the boss’s voice. It sounded a little strained. My mouth was getting to him. But I knew he wouldn’t come in it. Some day, I thought, some day I will get you to come in my mouth, and I will swallow your sperm. But not yet. He chose my pussy every time. Well, that was all right too. But some day . . .
Meanwhile I sucked his cock. I sucked it and sucked it. On my knees, my head bobbing up and down. Taking him deep. Some day . . .
But not today. He reached down suddenly and pulled me to my feet. Then he turned me away from him, and I leaned over his desk, holding on to it and positioning my ass so that he could take whatever he wanted from me. My jeans were now puddled around my ankles.
“I’m going to fuck your tits off,” he growled, knowing that such talk excited me. But I didn’t have a chance to say anything before his hard cock was thrust up my anxious cunt. I screamed with desire as he began to rub my clit.
Now I was bent all the way over his desk, hanging onto the sides, my forehead resting against the surface, my backside thrust out to accept him. But I couldn’t get enough of his cock at that angle, so I pushed off and grabbed for his black leather chair, bending over the arm with my ass high in the air, yelling for him to go deeper. Over and over he pounded my wet pussy, while I roughly stroked my hard clit. My breathing was hard and raspy, and I was making guttural moans that I could barely recognize as my own.
“Christ, I love your ass!” he said as I started to come. Every muscle in my body tensed up as strong, deep waves of passion crashed over me. I clamped down on his cock again and again, moaning as I felt his warm come spurt into me.
My knees were shaking. I was out of breath. My throat was sore. And I was completely satisfied.
And tomorrow was another working day. Thank god.—Name and address withheld
Hot running water can be such an erotic thing. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, playing with the water as it slowly filled the clean white porcelain container, swirling my fingers around, making tiny ripples, letting the fluidity mesmerize me while I waited for her.
Once the tub was filled, she was suddenly there, slipping her smooth nakedness into the clear warm water I had made ready for her. She lowered herself slowly, showing me that lovely grin as she melted into it, completely immersing her body.
I sat silently for a moment, drinking in her beauty, then asked, “Would there be room for another?”
She had closed her eyes as she savored the balm of the bath, but now she opened them to peer over at me, lifting an eyebrow. “No,” she replied, with that same devilish grin I love so much. “But you may join me if you’d like.”
I kept my gaze locked on hers as I moved to the tub and climbed in, standing in the water in front of her. She let out a tiny moan of frustration as she looked up at my naked body, just out of reach. I turned around then, and slowly slid down into the welcoming warmth, seating myself in front of her with my back pressed against her chest.
We sat that way in the soothing water for a little while, with her caressing my tummy and I stroking her sleek smooth legs. When I could stand it no longer I turned around to face her, propping myself on my knees. I let my hands find their way up her gorgeous body to her face, and kissed her so fiercely I thought I’d come right then. When the kiss ended I stared ever so deeply into her eyes, and saw in them an intensity of passion that matched my own.
We kissed again, and I let my body fall down onto hers, my legs finding their way to that beautiful space between her thighs, hers lifting to curl themselves around me. We started rubbing against each other, still gazing into each other’s eyes, our hands everywhere, water sloshing all over. After a while we had lost quite a bit of water out of the tub, and were breathing very heavily. I leaned back on my knees and reached under her to raise her hips. With her sweet crotch just at the water level, I began to lick the drips running down her legs and stomach, then moved down as she moaned for more. She screeched and panted and moaned and twitched and shivered, and still I didn’t stop. When she reached her climax, I licked up her juices and went back for more. I lapped at her clit for what seemed like forever, and I would have stayed longer had the water not started to get cold.
She was spent and weak, so I helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a huge, warm towel before taking her inside and cuddling with her in front of the nice warm fire that I had already prepared for just this moment.—L.C., Flint, Michigan
It was the time of year when the day is as long as the night, and my girlfriend Cynthia and I were camping out and enjoying some wonderful hiking. The weather had been very hot and humid, though there had been some unexpected rain showers and thunderstorms popping up all week.
On this particular day it was hot enough for us both to be dressed lightly. Cynthia sported a white cotton T-shirt and nylon running shorts, while I was in a tank top and cut-offs. We were hiking a secluded, little-traveled trail when one of those unexpected rainstorms suddenly cut loose.
The rain was cool and felt good against our sweaty skin. With the coolness, Cynthia’s nipples began to show through her T-shirt. As the rain increased, so did the transparency of her shirt. For some reason rain always makes Cynthia kind of hot, and I began to wonder whether the prominence of her nipples was due to the coolness alone.
At one point I went over to wrap my arms around her, to help warm her up. Sure enough, she had other methods of warming up in mind. As I stretched my arms out to her, she turned her back to me and reached for my hands, pulling them around her and placing them on her breasts. Her nipples pressed into my palms, as hard as pencil erasers.
As I carefully kneaded and massaged her breasts and nipples, she pushed her butt back into me, rotating it against my groin. The blood was definitely flowing to all parts of my body by now. I moved my hands from her breasts only long enough to slide them up under her soaked T-shirt, making contact with her bare skin. Meanwhile her hands were rubbing up and down the front of my legs.
I buried my face in her neck, kissing and nibbling the warm skin. I could feel her breath coming faster.
“Are you warm yet?” I asked.
“Not warm enough,” was her reply. With that her hands found their way to the front of my shorts. I knew she could feel the hardness there, straining for release. Even though her back was to me, she had little trouble opening the button and fly on my shorts.
The rain was still coming down, washing over us and adding to the sensations we were feeling. The taste of the fresh rainwater on her skin was like a cool mountain spring.
By now she had managed to reach into the front of my pants and grasp my hard cock in her warm hand. The feeling was so intense I inadvertently let out a slight gasp of pleasure. I then breathlessly suggested that we find a place where we could get more comfortable.
There was a group of maple and oak trees just a few yards away. Their leaves were in full bloom, so the ground beneath them was dryer than the surrounding area. Regretfully, Cynthia took her hand out of my shorts, I let go of her wonderful nipples, and we headed for the trees.
Cynthia got there first and lay down, propped up on her elbows. But as I reached her she got up onto her knees and reached for me. I thought she was taking my hand to pull me down, but instead she grabbed the waist of my shorts and, with one swift movement, pulled them down, along with my underwear. My hard cock sprang forth, just at her eye level. She grasped it in her warm hands and brought her face to it, gently rubbing it over her cheeks and lips.
She looked up at me, and our eyes remained locked as she started to kiss and nibble the underside of my hard shaft. Her tongue came out and licked at it also. She stroked my balls with one hand as the other held onto the base of my cock. I was in heaven.
Only then did she shift her eyes from mine as she backed away just a bit, looking intently at my full hardness. She brought it again to her lips, wetting them at the same time with her tongue. With her mouth still partially closed, she pressed the head of my cock gently between those soft, moist lips. The sensation was so wonderful I had to control a sudden impulse to come right then.
She held the head of my cock there between her lips while she ran her tongue over it. I could hear myself panting. The rain had increased a little, and was starting to fall through the trees. Now she began to move her head back and forth, exerting a subtle sucking sensation around my cockhead. I don’t know how I remained upright. She kept going, a little faster now. I wondered if she could feel the vein pulsing in my dick as she held it in her mouth.
She pulled her mouth away for a moment to kiss the head and sides of my shaft, all the while stroking the length of it with one hand. The other hand managed to pull my shorts and underpants, which were clinging around my thighs, down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I felt so weak that I had to lean against one of the trees that formed our leaking shelter.
Cynthia returned the length of my dick to the warmth and bliss of her mouth. Now her lips were tight around my shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside. The pace of her sucking increased, gradually getting faster and stronger. Her hands slid around to grasp my ass cheeks, I spread my legs slightly as she tickled my anus and the area behind my balls with a fingernail.
It was too much. I warned her that I was going to come, but she already knew that from the way my cock was pulsating in her mouth. She looked up into my eyes and winked as she rolled her tongue over the head, at the same time unexpectedly inserting a finger gently into my anus. This sent me over the edge, and I erupted with an intensity I’d never felt before. Cynthia just held me in her mouth, swallowing as fast as she could. But I was coming so hard that some of my jism seeped out around my twitching staff and dribbled down over her chin.
When finally I stopped coming, Cynthia slowly released me from her mouth, then used my still twitching cockhead to wipe the dripping come from her face. Then, with a sly smile, she licked it off with her tongue. My dick twitched more strongly, as if trying to get hard again. She laughed slightly and blew gently across my wet tool, causing me to shudder with delight.
At that point I removed my wet T-shirt and lay down on the grass, pulling her down on top of me. Our mouths met, and I could taste myself on her lips. I reached down to grab the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, anxious to feel her breasts and nipples against my naked chest.
Her body felt wonderful on mine, her nipples hard with passion and the cold. Pulling her tight against me, I ran my fingernails lightly up and down her damp back. I felt, rather than heard, her moan in my mouth as our tongues danced together.
Now it was my turn. I rolled her off me and onto her back in the moist grass. Her skin shimmered with a combination of rain and perspiration, and her breasts rose and fell with each excited breath. I kissed my way down her torso, tasting the rain on her body. Pausing at her very hard left nipple, I placed my mouth over it and flicked it with my tongue, trying to mimic what her own tongue had done to my cockhead. My hand went to her other nipple and I pinched it lightly between thumb and index finger, then proceeded to trace circles around it, the circles gradually increasing in size to encompass the entire breast, while I sucked as much of her left breast into my mouth as I could.
When I took my mouth from her breast and lay my head against it, I could hear her heart racing. With my fingers I traced the area where the bottom of her breast met her rib cage. She was very sensitive there, and when I slid my fingers from there to her nipple and back again I could see her hips start to move on the grass. I took her other nipple back into my mouth for a moment, then kissed my way down her body to her navel, which was filled with a small puddle of cool rainwater. The taste was intoxicating.
Cynthia still had her shorts on, and now I knelt up beside her and gently pulled them off. Under them was a white lace thong, cut high on her rounded hips. The sight of the whiteness against her tanned skin was exciting, and I could feel myself hardening again. Cynthia was excited too, judging from the wet spot at the crotch of the thong.
Before removing that last garment I kissed her pubic area, just above the waistband of the skimpy thong. She sighed, and her head rolled back on the grass. Quickly I took hold of the lacy white fabric and pulled it down. There before me was her trimmed bush, just a small triangle of dark curls. She looked incredibly exciting, lying there naked on the wet grass.
I bent down and kissed her mound, then moved between her legs as she slowly spread them for me, bending her knees. I could see the moisture glistening on her pussy lips. I couldn’t wait to taste them. I lay on the grass with my head between her open thighs and placed my mouth over her opening.
She was extremely wet, and delicious. My tongue slid out and began to explore the outer folds of her mound. I could feel the heat emanating from her, and soon I could feel her hands as they found their way to my hair.
I tried not to rush things I wanted to take a long time enjoying her in this manner. I started by just kissing and licking around her outer labia, occasionally moving down to her tiny anus, tickling the area between the two openings with the tip of my tongue. Then I moved up to nibble at the point where her inner legs met her pussy. Her breathing got heavier, and I felt her grip tighten on my hair.
One of my hands found its way back up to her right nipple, rolling it in my fingers as I continued to lick her crotch. I slid my other hand between her legs, my fingers exploring the areas where my tongue had been, or would be soon. I couldn’t believe how wet she was.
Now I was getting really hungry. On a sudden impulse I sucked as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could. The taste of her juices was wonderful. As I continued to suck on her luscious cunt, I ran my tongue between the soft moist lips. Cynthia moaned loudly and her hands tightened in my hair, pulling my face deeper into her. When I felt her shuddering I pulled my mouth away slightly, bringing another moan from her throat.
Now I brought both hands down to her pussy and used my fingers to gently separate the folds. There was her clit, pink and throbbing, peeking out from its protective hood. Holding her lips open, I flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue, then licked at it with long full strokes, much as she had done to my cock. Then I sucked it fully into my mouth, again flicking it with my tongue, back and forth as fast as I could. Cynthia groaned and shifted her hips. I looked up to see her cupping her breasts with both hands and pulling at her nipples.
As I continued to suck strongly on her clit, I slid the fingers of one hand slowly between her pussy lips. Her moans increased in intensity, and I could feel her thighs opening and closing around my head. Then without any warning, I inserted first one, then two fingers deep inside her. “Oh god, yes!” Cynthia cried out, her back arching off the grass.
Still playing with her clit in my mouth, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her wetness, faster and faster. I could feel her muscles contracting around them as I pushed them as deeply into her as I could, bending one finger to press against her upper pelvic wall.
Her wetness was running down the sides of her pussy now, and I took my mouth from her clit to lick at it. Cynthia was pulling even harder on her nipples, her mouth wide and panting, her head rolling from side to side. I wanted my mouth on her pussy when she came, and to get an even better angle I moved around and straddled her chest, bending forward with my face between her wonderful thighs. Suddenly I felt her hand grab hold of my hardening cock, stroking it in rhythm with my fingers as they moved in and out of her. “Oh god, that feels so good!” she gasped out. “Oh Jesus, don’t stop! I’m so close . . . oh god, YES!”
I removed my fingers from her pussy, using one hand to hold her open as I buried my tongue as far inside her as I could, tickling her anus at the same time with my other hand. “Oh god yes, yes, YESSSSS!” she screamed. And then to my utter surprise I felt her mouth close around my cock, just as her pussy walls contracted around my tongue. I could feel the vibrations of her moans through my cock. Her pussy spasmed again and again, covering my face and mouth with her juice. I licked and sucked for all I worth, not wanting to miss a drop of her wonderful nectar. Her legs were clamped tightly around my head as the intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her.
As her climax gradually subsided, her moaning mouth slid off my cock, which thanks to her ministrations was fully hard again. I rolled off her onto the wet grass.
Most women, after climaxing so thoroughly, might desire at least a few moments to rest but not my Cynthia. Gazing lustfully at my straining cock, she declared huskily, “I want you in me. Now!”
Never let it be said that I refused to honor a woman’s request. I moved quickly between her legs, and just as quickly Cynthia grabbed hold of my throbbing dick and guided it into her. At first I held back, placing just the tip of it between her cunt lips, wanting to tease her a bit. I moved my hips around so that my cockhead rubbed back and forth tantalizingly between those lips. Cynthia looked straight into my eyes and brought her heels up against my ass, trying to pull me deeper into her, but I resisted. I bent down and kissed her sweet mouth, and she kissed me back while arching herself up to me, her hands running up and down my back.
“Oh god, I want you deep in me!” she gasped out as the kiss ended. By then I was as eager as she was, and I thrust myself into her as far as I could go. “Oh god, YES!” she cried out. “Oh yes, give it to me, please, faster, faster!” She reached down and pulled her legs back, helping me penetrate even deeper. I could feel my cock sinking further into her body as her pussy walls contracted around me.
The rain had intensified now, and was falling harder through the trees. I was pumping into that squirming body as fast and as deep as I could. Our moans and cries of passion were occasionally drowned out by the sound of rolling thunder. “Oh yes, more, more, god, more!” she yelled. “Come inside me, darling, I want you to fill me up!”
Rain and sweat were running heavily down our bodies now, and I saw the moisture pooling between her heaving breasts. I placed my mouth over hers again, our tongues dancing together. Cynthia let go of her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. Our passion was building rapidly, and I gasped out that I was going to come. “Oh yes!” she howled. “Me too, darling, come with me and fill me up! Yes, oh god, YESSS! Fill my dripping pussy with your come baby!”
At that moment a loud burst of thunder echoed across the mountain, and with that I let out a deep moan and pumped what seemed like gallons of hot come into her spasming pussy. Cynthia’s straining body bucked and twisted, her mouth emitting cry after cry as she covered my shaft with her copious fluids.
We held tight to each other as our passion slowly subsided. Cynthia smiled into my eyes and wiped away the rain and sweat dripping from my nose and chin. We lay there for a few more moments as my cock softened inside her.
“We should probably be getting back,” I said. “The rangers at the checkpoint will be looking for us.”
When we finally got back to the checkpoint the ranger gave us a curious look and asked if everything was all right. We said yes, and he just gave a little laugh as he waved us on. I wondered what was so funny, until a few minutes later I noticed that in our haste we had both put our shirts on backwards and inside out.
Even after we realized this, however, we didn’t bother to correct the error as we headed back to the campsite, not caring who knew what pleasure we had shared on that rainy afternoon on the hiking trail.—J.H., Denver, Colorado
I didn’t really know Lester all that well, but he was a wealthy and attractive man, and what girl could resist the offer of a glamorous weekend in Las Vegas? We were to be accompanied by two friends of his, a couple named Darryl and Virginia, with whom I hit it off right away.
Our first destination on landing in Vegas was a fancy restaurant, at which we enjoyed a fabulous dinner. After that we checked into one of the newer casino hotels. Our room contained two magnificent king-size beds, and Darryl and Virginia immediately settled onto one of them. Lester moved up behind me and began to kiss the back of my neck.
“Not now,” I said teasingly. “I want to take a shower first.”
I went into the bathroom and, as I had half-expected, Lester followed close behind me. We undressed and entered the shower. The spray stung my skin. Lester cleansed my body with the small slippery bar of hotel soap and a soft white washcloth. He reached for the shampoo and poured some into his hand, then rubbed it into my dark curls. I stepped back under the water to rinse, allowing the warm spray to wash over me.
Once I was fully rinsed, Lester took my right nipple between his lips. His tongue tweaked it, sparking warm feelings of desire that soon began to burn inside me. His mouth slid down, his tongue rolling in my navel. My hands found his face, cupped it and pulled upward. I wanted to melt into him, melt around him, ride him and hold him.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I said.
Turning off the taps, we stepped out of the shower, grabbing towels with which we dried ourselves hastily. I wrapped another towel around my head, but it soon came off as we kissed passionately on our way out of the bathroom.
The lights were still on in the room, and we could see every detail of what was happening on the bed to which our companions had quickly laid claim. Darryl was kissing Virginia, who was now naked, on her lips, forehead, temples and ears. As we watched, his mouth slid down to suckle her breasts. His trail of kisses continued downward. As his tongue pushed into the top of her bush, she took hold of his head and arched her body. Soon her sweet juices covered his face.
“Isn’t that sexiest sight you’ve ever seen?” I whispered to Lester.
“You like that, huh?” he whispered back, and I felt his hand travel slowly down my back to my ass, moving in sensuous little circles.
Virginia now closed her eyes and lay back, surrendering to the sensations Darryl was producing in her. His fingers spread her apart as he intensified his oral attack. His hand slid under her backside and raised her further from the bed as he drove his tongue deep into the center of her pleasure.
“Oh God, oh God!” Virginia exclaimed.
“Yes, baby,” Darryl panted. With a smug smile on his face he repositioned himself, pulling her further up and bending her almost in half as his cock touched base. She moaned loudly as he entered her, and he began to fuck her with slow undulations, withdrawing and then reinserting his cock, until finally he spilled his seed into her with a groan that reverberated throughout his body.
Their bodies still shining with the sweat of their labors, they collapsed on the bed, closed their eyes and fell asleep in seconds.
Lester, his passion obviously stirred as deeply as mine from watching this scene, wasted no time picking me up and placing me on the vacant bed. His lips found mine, his tongue probing my mouth, and I reciprocated eagerly.
The heat of that kiss ran right through me. It felt so warm and wet, like hot fudge dissolving cold ice cream on a sundae. His tongue was alternately rough and smooth, stimulating my flesh as it left my mouth to slide slickly down my body, over my breasts, downward past my belly and onto my swollen nub, licking it as his lips sucked on me. The sensations were amazing as he slid that tongue in and out of me.
My eyes were closed, but they opened suddenly as I felt a pair of warm lips exploring my face. It was Virginia! Not asleep at all, her soft luscious lips pressed against mine, her tongue gently probing its way into my mouth. I opened to her acceptingly, sucking on that warm wet tongue. After a few moments her mouth moved down to my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples, her hands caressing my body as Lester continued to feast on my squirming, spasming pussy. I began to shudder, and then I was crying out in orgasm, convulsing again and again.
In the other bed, Darryl slept on.
On the following day we visited several casinos and saw the sights of Vegas. That evening we found a romantic-looking restaurant for dinner. After we had ordered, Lester asked me to dance.
On the dimly lit dance floor he held me close, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt completely safe in his arms. Bending down, he whispered in my ear, “You are the most wonderful, amazing creature I have ever met.”
A warm, gentle glow seemed to settle around me. “I can’t wait to taste you again,” he continued. He kissed me then, his mouth gentle and warm. His tongue licked at my lips, then traced its way down my neck to my left shoulder. I began to feel self-conscious out there on the dance floor, but when he lifted his head and looked at me with those brilliant green eyes, all inhibitions evaporated. I would have fallen to my knees and sucked his cock right there and then if he had asked me to.
“Tonight you are going to be my whore, sweetie,” Lester said teasingly. “My little bitch in heat.” His words sent shivers through my body, and he went on more seriously, “Last night we made love to satisfy our physical needs, but tonight it will be more, so much more. I give you my word.” His eyes gazed so intensely into mine. “Tonight we can love each other with our hearts and souls, as well as with our bodies. I can’t promise what the future holds, but for tonight we have each other.”
As we held each other close I marveled at his words, words so unexpected and yet, I now realized, so longed for. I felt beautiful and completely at home in his arms, knowing that he wanted me, needed me.
When the music stopped we went back to our table. Darryl and Virginia seemed lost in each other, their hands surreptitiously stroking each other’s legs under the table. I wondered what Darryl’s reaction would be if he knew about what had taken place the previous night while he slept. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t care.
Once back in the room we quickly undressed, Darryl and Virginia retiring to their own bed and Lester and I to ours. I felt dizzy from the alcohol I had consumed, and from the effect of Lester’s words and actions during the evening. His hands and lips were all over me, and I was soon moaning and panting with hot, eager lust. I felt totally vulnerable and totally open, burning with desire.
Finally he rolled on top of me, taking his weight on his knees and elbows, his hardness probing between my legs. I opened to him, arching, and crying out with passion as he entered me slowly. He felt big, and I could feel him growing even bigger inside me, swelling, pulsating as his hot blood engorged his rod.
“Yes!” I cried out as he began to move, slowly at first, obviously not wanting to overwhelm me with his passion. “Faster, harder!” I gasped breathlessly. “Fuck me harder!”
He began to pump into me then, driving that cock in and out of me at an ever-increasing tempo. The feeling was glorious! A warm wave of ecstasy swept over me. I threw back my head, screaming and wailing. I clenched my feminine muscles, squeezing and squeezing, moving with him now, my legs clutching at him frantically. I had three glorious orgasms before he began to shout that he was coming.
His legs strained as the first spurts of come splashed deep inside me. I clutched at him and came again, helplessly, as he continued to shoot. Even when he was finished I didn’t want him to pull out of me, but finally he did, reaching for a towel and tenderly cleaning his dripping jism from my thighs.
I snuggled up to him then, curling myself into a ball as he encircled me with his arms and held me close, murmuring words of love and admiration into my ear.
“Why me?” I asked. I wanted to hear more of those thrilling words. “Why is it me you want, and not Virginia, for example?”
He gave a low laugh. “Because you’re funny, and bright, and brave,” he murmured. “You’re understanding, compassionate and caring. You’re beautiful, sensuous, open and sexy. And besides, you give the best head this side of the Rocky Mountains.”
“How can you know that?” I said coyly. “I haven’t done that with you yet.”
“But you’re about to,” he replied, smiling at me. “And you’re going to enjoy it almost as much as I. He was right.—B.D., Wheeling, West Virginia
Grace and I have enjoyed an uninhibited relationship since we first fucked eight months ago. Our exploratory nature, along with our willingness to seize the moment, has led to some really unforgettable encounters.
One weekend, in search of a romantic getaway, we hopped in my convertible and headed south. After driving for a few hours we came to a town we knew somewhat. As we looked for a place to stop for lunch, we noticed a cluster of new cabins with a sign inviting interested parties to tour a model home. Since we had in fact been considering housing options, we decided to stop for a look.
The model tour was self-guided, and foot traffic was light. An elderly salesman gave us his ten-minute “can’t beat cabin livin’” pitch and a brochure, then sent us on our way. It wasn’t long before Grace and I found ourselves alone in a cozy cedar model called, suggestively, “The Hideaway.”
As a warm-up to our romantic rendezvous, we had made good use of the drive, teasing each other with playful touching and verbal sex games. That buildup combined with our newfound seclusion added up to a recipe for passion.
When we climbed the spiral stairs to the loft and Grace glimpsed the queen-size bed, the look in her eyes said it all. She glanced at me, winked and gestured in the direction of the inviting bed. We fell immediately into an embrace, and she kissed my neck feverishly. Her full lips and skillful tongue are unlike any other I’ve ever felt. As her mouth went to work on me, my whole body reacted—-including my cock, which quickly grew hard.
I caressed her athletic body. She’s five feet seven, with long, toned legs. As I ran my fingers through her long locks, she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Our mouths joined, and our tongues traced each other’s lips fervently. The kisses turned from sweet and gentle to uncontrolled and animalistic. We tongue-fucked big-time, our tongues gliding along each other in a rhythmic motion that had us both aching for gratification.
Grace’s writhing and hungry moans signaled that she was ready for more. I lifted her skirt and reached down to find her black panties drenched. I removed them to reveal her beautiful shaved pussy. While my tongue traced her inner thighs, I caressed her lush breasts. I teased the nipples with alternating light touches and firm squeezes, and she spread her legs for me to lick her pussy.
I worked my tongue over it, nibbling and sucking. She reached down and spread her lips, exposing her dripping cleft. I sank my tongue in her twat and traced a path up to her clit, lapping up every drop of sweet juice along the way. She quivered as I brushed over her clit and bathed her bare mound with my breath. Her excitement mounted with each stroke. I munched on her clit while wiggling my tongue deep inside.
She stood us both up by the bed and whispered, “Now it’s your turn, Freddy,” as she discarded my jeans. She dropped to her knees and licked my balls while stroking my throbbing rod. She worked her tongue and moist lips up to the base, then slobbered along the full length, tempting and tantalizing the head. She moaned as she licked slowly up and down like it was a favorite ice-cream cone.
I was approaching the exploding point. Grace managed to take my full cock in her mouth, and my body trembled wildly. As if on cue, she dug her nails in my ass while deep-throating me, then savored every drop of the eruption she caused.
We decided to proceed with the interrupted cabin tour without bothering to put our clothes on. In the roomy master bath, we found ourselves staring at our flushed naked bodies in a full-length antique mirror. That set my hormones raging. Knowing it gets Grace hotter’n hell, I diddled her pierced nipples from behind while I drew our bodies together.
She reached down to play with her twat while I nibbled the back of her neck. When my hard-on found its way between her thighs, she grabbed it and rubbed it between her swollen flaps. I pressed forward, and she let go her grip and braced herself on the bathroom counter. She raised her tight ass, begging for me to enter her from behind.
I eased my boner in her slick crack, then rocked in and out while she pushed back to meet and maximize each thrust. The strokes grew harder and faster. It was like we were fucking for eternal bliss. In the mirror I saw a look of ecstasy on her face, and her cunt twitched as I flooded her. She let out a contented giggle.
We had little time to revel in the afterglow, though, as we heard voices approaching rapidly. In our aroused state we had been oblivious to the entry of other visitors in the cabin. Now they were on their way upstairs! We dressed quickly and headed out the bedroom door, in time to meet a couple at the top of the stairs. We smiled as we noted how at home we felt in the place!
Had they heard or seen any of our “activities”? We really didn’t care! We were delirious with cabin fever.
—F.E., Columbus, Georgia
It was a hot, hot day, and all that I could think about was playing in the water. When I went outside and sat down in the grass, my boyfriend got the idea that it would be really funny to spray me with the hose.
I was wearing a white sundress with nothing on underneath it. As Carl drenched me with the cold water, the dress became see-through! My nipples began to harden, and water fell from my long hair down my back.
I turned toward Carl and smiled. It felt good, and I knew by the look on his face that something else was going to! He dropped the hose and walked toward me. I looked down at myself, all wet and dripping, then looked back up at him. He looked incredibly good in the gleam of the sun. Mmm, a tight, firm tummy drives me wild!
As he got closer, I felt my pussy muscles tighten and tingle. I reached out and pulled him closer, making him feel my wet skin next to his skin. I kissed his neck, then worked my way up to his ears and nibbled on one, letting my hands wander down his body.
I whispered in his ear, “I’m all wet, and not just in one way.”
He pulled his head back and smiled at me, kissing my full lips deeply. We stood there kissing, feeling each other’s bodies up and down. Carl grabbed my left breast and squeezed it a little. Then, while kissing his way down my neck, he pulled my dress top down, then proceeded to work his lips to my nipple. Instinctively, my head fell back and shivers ran all up and down my spine.
After focusing on my nipple for a while, Carl took my hand and pulled me to the ground with him. Lying there under him, I felt his prick swell. Slowly, my hand wandered down his chest and into his shorts, finding his now-fully-hard cock.
Yum, I thought! I gripped it tightly, and as I stroked him slowly, he moaned something in my ear. My hand moved faster and faster, and his kisses become quicker and more aggressive. Eventually he was nibbling on my neck, and I tightened my grip.
He pulled himself away from me, lifted my dress up over my head and licked me from my lips down to my clit. Now he was circling his tongue around my wet pussy and twisting my nipple. It was almost too much! I pushed his hand down, and he licked my pussy faster and faster. It felt so good, I began to moan.
With my hand resting on top of his head, I pushed his face deeper into me. He slid two fingers in and wiggled them all around, trying to find my G-spot. As his tongue flicked, his hands thrust quick and hard, in and out, in and out, ohmygod!
I started swaying my hips to Carl’s motions, trying to keep myself from coming as long as I could. My muscles became tense, and my pussy became very hot. A tingling sensation ran down from the back of my neck to the very tip of my clit, sending my whole body into a giant convulsion of pleasure. Because of the intensity of the feeling, I tried pushing his head away, but he wouldn’t give up.
He started fingering me faster, wanting me to come again, but I just couldn’t. I grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him on top of me. Without warning, I grabbed his dick and put it inside me. I bounced my hips up and smiled. He started thrusting into me hard. He knows just how I like it, and moved faster and faster, making me scream out his name.
He sat up and pushed my knees up to my chest and really fucked me hard. I loved his dick sliding in and out of my pussy! I dug my nails in his back, scraping them all the way down to his ass. I felt my juices pouring onto his dick.
I screamed out, “More, Daddy, more! I’m going to come!” My back arched and my muscles tightened again as I began to come.
He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, working my ass and barking, “Who’s Daddy?”
I moaned and groaned, “You are. You’re my daddy.”
“Louder!” he barked.
“You’re my daddy,” I said. “Now fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard.” He fucked me harder and harder, and faster and faster. Gripping my hips, he gave a powerful thrust and growled, “Oh yeah! ” He gave one last thrust, screaming, “Ready or not, here I come!”—B.F., Cumberland, Maryland