I should tell you up-front that I love pussies–of every shape, size and degree of tightness. I like to gaze at them, touch them, put my fingers inside them and lick their tender petals. I even adore the taste of most that I’ve sampled.
None of which is probably all that unusual, except that I happen to have a pussy of my own, which I enjoy playing with as often as possible within the time limits imposed by friends and family who compete for my attention and by my much-too-demanding job.
Don’t misunderstand, I love cocks. I love sucking on as many as possible in the miraculous state of engorgement, and I love being fucked by them. Men in general are capable of providing me with an incredible amount of pleasure by inserting that rigid part of their anatomy in a soft and yielding part of mine.
However, male genitalia just don’t compare with the vulva–with a wet, soft pussy. Not in aesthetics, comeliness, elegance or grace. Just by opening up to the world, the pussy has an amazing ability to give mind-blowing satisfaction.
When I open the labia of a female love mate and gaze at the glistening pink inner skin, sparkling with a coat of wetness that beckons for my tongue, I see an elongated cleft topped by the electrical nub that excites me, and my heart speeds “hell-bent for leather” toward an orgasm of my own. I have climaxed from simply giving head to a grateful companion, and that, my friends, is remarkable.
I applaud the differences I’ve observed among the hundred or so butterfly-winged openings that have drawn my tongue into their centers like magnets pulling steel. I don’t fall in love with women I fall in lust with their pussies. Call it what you will–cunt, twat, coonie, snatch, oyster, clam, muff, beaver–a lovely, sweet-smelling pussy is a beautiful thing to behold and an even nicer thing to plant kisses on or suck the moisture from.
Sisters, a cock may feel good, but eat a pussy and you’ll always go back for its sweet taste. I discovered its breathtaking qualities by examining my own. My fascination grew as I wondered what was hidden under my fellow Girl Scouts’ skirts.
I was finally introduced to the wonders of Sapphic love when a girlfriend on a sleepover lifted her skirt to “show me hers,” up close and personal. She didn’t speak, but simply held her skirt up and her legs open, letting my interest and curiosity guide my actions. Fascinated but hesitant, more curious than I would admit, I finally moved close and scrutinized her vulva like a scientist investigating a rare find.
At last, cautiously, I touched hers. It was yielding and smooth, like mine, damp and fleshy inside. I liked the feeling of touching a pussy other than my own. I put my face up even closer, reveling in the elegance, studying what before then, apart from my own, I’d only glimpsed furtively or imagined.
“Lick it,” she said.
And lick it I did, tentatively at first, lapping across its softness with a stiff and nervous tongue. As my tongue touched the spongy pink flesh of my friend’s slit, and I tasted for the first time the sweetness of vaginal flow, I knew I was hooked. As soon as my tongue slid in between the fleshy lips she called her “labias,” I not only liked the taste but knew I wanted more.
I feasted on her like a starving person at a banquet. I lapped greedily, savoring the taste and the feel on my tongue, sucking both of her lovely labia into my mouth and running my tongue around them. When she reciprocated on me, I realized just how much I love pussy.
As I lapped at her coonie like a puppy in heat, my mentor, wise beyond her years, cried out in ecstasy. With both of her hands, she pressed my face tight against her quim. As she came, she yelled so loud that my aunt who was staying with us came pounding on the door, asking, “Is everything okay?”
I managed to say, “Everything’s fine, Aunt Sophie,” and we giggled together, trying to catch our breath, praying that my nosy aunt would accept this assurance and go away rather than insisting on seeing for herself. I pictured my aunt walking in and seeing us, and imagined what she would tell my mother.
By the time my aunt finally shuffled away, I was hooked. I would remain captivated by everything about pussy–especially that secret, wonderful flavor–for the rest of my life.
My mentor and I spent the next two weeks or so making love to each other’s pussy lips like hungry cats lapping at a perpetually full bowl of catnip-laced cream. I discovered I could extend my tongue nearly two inches into her luscious poon, which drove her wild. I discovered the marvels of the clitoris quite by accident when the tip of my tongue brushed over a bud at the apex of her vulva and she screamed with delight.
For those few weeks we were almost inseparable. We ate each other out in our rooms at home, in movie theaters, on buses and most excitingly outdoors, in parks and campsites. On an overnight hike, we did it many times in the cool stream we camped alongside.
During those early years, many of my young women friends would denounce all things lesbian, extolling the joys of the penis. But almost invariably, if I got them to admit they’d never “seen it up close” and talked them into “just Iooking,” even if for only a few seductive minutes, they succumbed to the temptation almost as eagerly as I did.
If they agreed just to examine their own sex with a small mirror “for the sake of personal intimacy and womanly insight,” I knew I had them when they asked to see mine–and most did. One way to get girls to let me fondle and suck on their lovely petals, I realized, was to induce them to do the same to mine, which they almost invariably liked.
Whenever those little misses got their faces close to my snatch and breathed in the intoxicating aroma, more often than not they would kiss it, or, if I pushed my hips toward them, they would lick tentatively across its delicate surface, as I had years before, until they had become used to and captivated by the flavor of womanly sex.
My college roommate became an absolute addict after I introduced her to the awesome qualities of eating pussy. On occasion she let me eat her out after she was fucked by her sex-crazed boyfriend. We liked to shower together, then take turns sitting naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread, thrilling to having another woman pleasure us.
But my story is about the present, not the past. After college I went to work, found a man I loved and married. My passion for pussy lay dormant, resigned to hours of fantasies, recalling past moments or imagining my head under the dress of a friend I’d daydream about.
A year or so into our marriage, after a particularly passionate session with my husband, we found ourselves casually exchanging things about ourselves–secret desires, stories of past sexual triumphs and so on. Ben revealed things I had only guessed at. He finally admitted, without coaxing from me, that he still had a craving to fuck other women.
On impulse, I let him into my secret garden. “I know how you feel,” I said.
He looked at me incredulously and asked if I fantasized about other men. I said no. Our heads were close together on the pillow as we looked up at the ceiling, celebrating the moment together, savoring the intimacy, the exaltation of getting to know the one you love.
“We like the same thing,” I said. “You fancy fucking other women’s pussies. I can understand and appreciate that. I dream of eating them.”
Ben turned his head, smiling, before he fully understood my remark.
“I’m not a lesbian,” I said calmly, “but I do love eating pussy. I can allow you the freedom to have other women, to fuck those you desire, provided you can indulge me the same.”
We kissed and talked, fucked and talked the rest of the evening. It was a great day for our marriage, a wonderful time in our lives. That was many years ago, and for more than a year our time together was exceedingly happy. We enjoyed passionate sex as man and wife and also on our own with other women, relishing the sweetness.
Then, in the fourth month of our third year, a beautiful neighbor moved in next door to us, and the most unusual thing happened. My husband and I fell in lust with the same woman.
I first saw Alida from my upstairs window, sunning in her back yard–about thirty, tall and slim, with medium-size breasts, a smooth, flat stomach, long brown hair that cascaded around an angel face, and a close-trimmed pussy. She was lovely, and her pussy and everything about her was sensual as she sunned nude on her deck.
Ben nearly drooled at the sight of her as she walked by her open window at night in little more than a nightgown or sometimes a towel. Occasionally at night, when it was hot and her lights were low, we would sit in the dark and catch a glimpse of Alida naked as she moved around under the false assurance that the cover of darkness kept her hidden from us. We agreed that she was a woman whose pussy we both coveted, an enchantress who cried out for the expertise of my mouth and tongue and of Ben’s erection.
One night as we made love after watching Alida, we talked about what each of us would like to do to our lovely neighbor. While my own pussy was filled with my husband’s cock, I suggested that we see “who gets to have her pussy first”–a competition between a husband and his horny bisexual wife.
The next day I met Alida in the front yard and invited her in. In no time we hit it off, and we spent a good two hours that afternoon having coffee and chatting about womanly things.
It was during our third time together, at morning coffee, that Alida kissed me when she got up to leave. I told her that was a dangerous thing to do.
“Why is that?” she said after kissing me a second time, longer and more tenderly than before.
“Because if you do that,” I whispered, “I’ll want to have sex with you.”
“What’s wrong with that?” she whispered back, smiling coyly and moving away from the door and toward the sofa. I bent down and kissed her mouth softly, pushing her gently back on the cushion. Leaning against the back of the sofa, she lifted her dress above her thighs, exposing her white panties.
“Wait,” I said, trying to restrain my excitement. “Do you like sex with men?”
“Very much,” she sighed with a slight smile. She spread her legs and lifted her knees for me.
“Good,” I said, pulling her panties to one side and admiring her lovely lower lips up close for the first time. I kissed her splayed labia, darting my tongue delicately between them, tasting her, feeling her flesh with my tongue. Finally I explained, “Because my husband wants to have sex with you too.”
I went down on her voraciously, and she responded like a woman familiar with other women’s tongues, pushing her hips against my face while intoning my name. I undressed her without unclamping my mouth from her vagina. As I ate her, I pulled her panties down and off and helped her out of her dress.
In minutes my clothes were off and we had moved into 69 position on the couch, and I felt the remarkable familiar feeling of a woman’s tender mouth on my sex. I licked small droplets of sweat from Alida’s clitoris, from her puffy vertical lips and from the soft pink flesh of her most intimate opening.
I felt her tongue on my anus and returned the favor, sliding my tongue around her tiny hole, tasting the tart flavor, savoring the unrestrained pleasure of another woman’s body. Her hands spread the cheeks of my bottom as she went to work on both of my apertures.
“I’d almost forgotten how much I love to eat pussy,” I said as I lifted my head away from her bottom.
“Does your husband give head as well as you do?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “no man does. But he fucks well, and it’s his dick he wants in you, not his tongue.”
“Oh my,” Alida sighed, with a look of pleasure on her face. “I think I’m going to be glad I moved here. A beautiful woman to eat my pussy and a good-looking man to fill it with cock–what more could I ask of a neighborhood?”
We Iaughed, then continued to pleasure each other with our lips and tongues. Finally, reluctantly, I got to my knees and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. She offered her tongue and I took it, savoring the warmth and softness of a woman’s mouth.
“I’ll send him over about six,” I said to Alida. Then I put my arms around her and kissed her again. “You have such a scrumptious-tasting pussy.”
“So do you, my sweet,” she said.
Our good-bye kiss was long and passionate. I tasted myself on her lips. At the same time, the embrace was tender and feminine. I said I would be back for more, and we parted satisfied and committed to making love again soon.
Ben didn’t get home from Alida’s house that night until midnight. When he did, he was so hot from being with her that we fucked for over an hour. Then we talked about how good she was, and how lucky we were to have such an extraordinary neighbor.
“How many guys,” he wondered, “are lucky enough to have the same mistress as their wife?”
I took his cock in my mouth and licked around the tip. “I love the taste of your cock after it’s been in her,” I said. “I’m so glad we both love pussy.”
Alida lived next door to us for over a year, and three or four times a week each of us, my happy husband and myself, had her to ourselves. For one day, usually on the weekend, we would share her in a threesome to die for. Since Alida left our neighborhood, I’ve eaten many women’s pussies, but it’s hers that I remember most fondly.
Still, my husband and I remain connoisseurs of fine vaginas and lovely female bottoms. Just because Alida set such high standards for us is no reason not to enjoy the women who come our way. Who knows, perhaps one of these days. . . .–A.N., Brewster, New York
My wife is a classic beauty from Down Under, with brownish-blonde hair set on a high-cheek-boned face, a petite body, nicely proportioned breasts and a gorgeous ass. She carries all this with a sexy confidence that probably came from her well-to-do background.
Rita keeps herself looking good with weekly appointments at the spa and by working out at the club. I always catch guys giving their buddies a nudge and checking her out from top to bottom. We’re in our mid-forties, and she is just as hot a lover as ever. Every time I take her clothes off, I say to myself, I can’t believe I’m going to get some of this!
Playing with Rita’s breasts really turns her on. Combine that with a little wine, and it’s not hard to get her in the mood, which I like. It also had to be nice for the men she had dated before meeting me. You see, we met in our late twenties and were both past thirty when we got married, so we both dated a lot of people before meeting.
I once asked her how many guys she had been with before we met. Anticipating her question, I told her that I’d had a couple of faithful three-year relationships but all told had been with over thirty women.
“My, what a bad boy you seem to have been,” Rita said sarcastically. Now she knows I love her unconditionally and I don’t mind it when she talks about other men. Did she somehow get the idea that I was bragging? “I guess now I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” she said.
She proceeded to tell me that, if I really had to know, she had probably been with over fifty men! She said she had gotten an early start back in Australia, when she and her best friend Sally used to hook up with a lot of guys at singles events held at the country clubs their families belonged to.
Rita’s photo album is full of pictures of her and Sally with men they met and often subsequently dated. Many of the pictures show the two young women in matching tight sleeveless black dresses. The dresses were held up with spaghetti shoulder straps and were low-cut and had a full-length black zipper in the front. Setting on the smooth tanned skin of their chest would be a gold or pearl necklace, which was just long enough to tease their cleavage.
Most of the pictures show them standing close to, or sitting next to, a smiling guy, who usually has an arm around one or both of their waists. When I ask her if these men were as fortunate as I have been, she just looks at me and smiles. I haven’t been able to get the thoughts and images of her with these thoroughbreds out of my head.
I can often get Rita to talk about her past as part of our foreplay. When we make love afterward, her orgasms always come quickly and loudly. So here’s what Rita has told me some of her hot nights out were like.
She said she enjoyed dinner and dancing at the country clubs, and the men and women all looked good in their formal attire. Good drinks, good conversation and good looks were always a great way to start an evening. She said that these successful, confident men were handsome and fun to be with.
She said that during the evening she was usually laughing and having a good time, and by the end of the night she was usually dancing close together with someone. She knew he was thinking there was no way anything was going to happen with a nice conservative girl like her. So he would decide to take the “gentlemanly” route, which meant being patient and cool.
At the end of the night, she let the man drive her home. As they sat in the car in front of her place, he would lean over toward her for a kiss. She said she pushed him away but, if she liked him, asked if he wanted to come in for a coffee. Once inside, she took his jacket and placed it on the living-room chair. This cued him to sit on the couch, where she sat next to him.
She offered him some wine, which of course he accepted. As the wine flowed, she began to loosen up. After fifteen or twenty minutes, she became more flirtatious. In time, her hand came to rest on his thigh and began a gentle thumb-stroking. He now had easy access to a kiss, to which she responded enthusiastically.
By the time they stopped kissing, she would have pressed into him slightly, and her dress would reveal an inviting pair of nipples pushing through the thin material of her bra and dress. As they continued kissing, his hands caressed her fine-featured face, then moved slowly down her neck. As his fingers traced the outline of her necklace and began to dip into her cleavage, her kisses became hungrier. He would squeeze and caress her tits through her clothing, and was surprised at how turned on she was getting.
Now the man would start toying with the zipper on the front of her dress. She said she pushed his hand away a few times, but if he wanted her bad enough, she eventually let him get the zipper down just below her breasts. At that point, she said, his hands eagerly unclasped the front of her sheer black bra. She let his hand slide inside her dress and bra cup, so it now rested on her bare tit.
As he squeezed her dense breast and rolled her nipple, he got to see her excitement build. She began moaning. After a few minutes, her hand began to move up the inside of his thigh. At this point, most of these handsome men couldn’t believe their incredible luck. Now that the man thought there was a chance she might be his for the taking, she expected to witness a hard cock pressing against his pants.
Wanting to take full advantage of this hothouse beauty, many of the men asked if she wanted to get high. In that event, if the man pleased her, he was pleasantly surprised to have her leave the living room and return a few minutes later with the front of her dress still unzipped below her breasts, but with her bra removed–and with a naughty look on her face and a joint in her hand.
She said that as the man watched her take a long drag, he would smile, then look at the exposed and untanned inside half of each breast. She said she felt his eyes on her breasts, and soon found her own eyes fixating on the growing bulge in his pants.
After they shared half of the joint, the kissing resumed, and the man went right back to work on her tits. Her hand, which had resumed its place on his thigh, would now be working its way up to his crotch. She would be wet from his playing with her breasts, and soon he knew just how badly her body was aching for attention.
She pulled down his zipper and reached inside the flyhole of his shorts for his cock, pulled it out carefully and began stroking it up and down. After a while she suggested that they go somewhere more comfortable, then led him up to her bedroom.
She would sit at the edge of the bed, and he sat next to her. He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and fully exposed her breasts and hard nipples. With her sitting topless next to him, he grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, then lowered his head to her responsive breasts. She took his head in her hands and ran a hand through his hair while she enjoyed inhaling the smell of his cologne.
Her moans would begin in earnest now, as she let go of her inhibitions. With her sensitivity heightened, her body now felt that familiar insatiable need. The lucky man was about to discover that this shy, proper girl would–with no shame, shyness or reservation–suck his cock hungrily and fuck him wantonly.
His touch was now met with quick whimpers of total surrender, even as Rita’s hand remained firmly around his cock. As he moved a hand between her nylon-smooth legs, she spread her legs, and he rubbed her mound by pressing the heel of his hand against her nylon stretch panties.
After a few minutes of this, she stood up and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She returned with a short robe on and just her panties on underneath. As she walked back toward him, he smiled his approval, knowing she had just taken off her clothes for him.
Bending over, she whispered, “Let me help you get those pants off,” after which she knelt in front of him and pulled his slacks and underwear off.
Once she had him naked from the waist down, she stared momentarily at his hard cock, imagining what it was going to feel like and what pleasure it would soon be giving her. She reached up and removed his shirt and watch. He in turn undid her robe and moved it off her, revealing her firm breasts and her excited nipples.
She moved up then to share a few kisses. She said she loved to work her mouth down men’s bodies and drag her necklace and tits slowly across their chests and cocks. The man would spread his legs wide as she knelt before him. She started with his nut sac, giving his balls a good tongue bath. As she sucked on his balls, she expected him to be thinking, “Oh God, she’s beautiful–and she really enjoys sucking cock!”
As she worked the underside of his cock, she had one hand pumping the shaft slowly. She looked up into his eyes to observe on his face the pleasure she was bringing him. She knew he would be grateful for the barrette in her hair which allowed him a full view of her mouth at work. As he looked back in her eyes, she imagined him thinking how great her mouth was going to feel on his cock–and how good it would look with her pretty face all over it.
The man would just lie there, letting her do all the work. That way, she knew, he lasted longer and got to enjoy watching her work his cock longer. His nonstop moaning just turned her on more. She enjoyed taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. With her mouth planted at the base, her slow rocking motion drove him crazy. She placed his hands on her head so he could have some input into the pace of her deep-throat sucking. She enjoyed the control she exercised, knowing she was getting him off gradually.
About now, he would stand up so he could get the full effect and pleasure of her kneeling before him. She put a hand on each cheek of his ass, and he in turn put a hand at the back of her head, to be able to exercise greater control over what she was doing.
When she wanted him to come, Rita would take his cock in even deeper, so the head felt the pressure of the soft tissue in the back of her throat. She further heightened his pleasure with moans that sounded like she too was getting ready to come.
Now she jacked him off while also sucking on his cock. His moans told her that he would soon be hers. When she had him right at the edge, she slowed her pace, to make it last a little longer for both of them. But soon he would bury his cock in her mouth, tense up and spew his load.
Those men all wanted my lovely babe to swallow their load, and none were disappointed. Afterward, she went to get a warm washcloth to clean the guy up with. As she walked toward the bathroom, she always knew that he was watching her cute little ass in her cotton bikini panties. She also knew from experience that while he was looking at her ass, he was thinking that he could hardly wait to get her on her hands and knees.
As she sat back down next to him, his well-manicured fingers moved up her thighs and under the legholes of her panties. As his fingers traveled toward her pussy, he felt the wetness that had been absorbed. She would have begun to move her hips with the movement of his fingers. With her looking so comely and primed and hot to get off, he would push her back on the bed and go down on her.
As he hooked his fingers around the top of her panties, she raised her hips. He fixated on her sensuous pussy as he slowly and deliberately pulled her panties off. Wanting him to want her as badly as she wanted him, and breathing a little hard now, she looked him in the eyes and tilted her wet and swollen pussy upward.
As she parted her legs, he moved his head to her, running his teasing tongue between the slit of her pussy and up and over her swollen clit. The next time his tongue found her clit, she put her hand on his head and sandwiched it between her hungry cunt and her hands. Her pussy and his mouth and tongue found a rhythm.
Her eyes were half closed as her hips continued to undulate on his mouth. She cried out, “Oh yeah,” as she felt her first orgasm approaching.
But he wouldn’t let her get off that easy. He slowed his pace on her cunt, making her work–one begging moan and one whimper at a time–until her whimpers came faster and faster, one after another. As she came closer to exploding, she held his head firmly in place, assuring that she was going to get off and that he was going nowhere as she rode his face.
As she reached orgasm, each open-mouthed exhalation of breath became a lust-filled scream. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow as he drove his tongue deeper and deeper in her. Eventually she had to push his head off of her, as she became much too sensitive to the continued touch of his masterful tongue.
Now he lay next to her, looking at this beautiful woman, her body still heaving and convulsing and yet beautiful in high idle. She asked how he was doing, while placing her hand on his cock. She pumped it, and it became hard in her hand. She asked him his favorite position. Most of the men said they liked to do it from behind, and she would say that was her favorite position too.
“I think it’s time you give it to me,” she would say finally. He replied that she should get into her favorite position. She usually surprised them when she “assumed the position” on her elbows and widespread knees. Her face was sideways on a pillow, with her ass high in the air and all the folds of her cunt unashamedly on display.
As he moved around behind her, he looked her in the eye and remarked what a great ass she had. He let his fingers probe her folds slightly and tease her clit gently. She looked in his eyes and saw him looking back and forth between her eyes and her cunt.
He told her how hot she looked from behind and said he could hardly wait to fuck her. She blushed, but this talk had the effect of making her more excited, until she ordered, “Give it to me!”
As soon as he pushed the head of his cock in, she was pushing back for more. He thrust all the way in, bringing her head off the pillow with a loud moan.
“Oh God!” she said.
“Oh fuck!” he replied.
As the man watched her fine little ass move back and forth on his cock, he saw his cock glistening from plowing into her cunt. She told me the man was never in a hurry to get off, and often said he enjoyed watching his wet cock wedging into her. With her head on the pillow looking back at him, he would push deep in her. He enjoyed seeing the pleasure on her face as she tensed with each thrust.
He might tease her with just his cockhead, then see her mouth open as she panted and tried to push herself back onto his shaft. Often he asked her what she wanted. She tried to maintain some reserve by saying, “Give it,” or “Give it to me.” But he continued to tease her with just the head of his cock. Of course she knew what he wanted to hear. When her body’s need became too great, she begged, “Please! Please fuck me!”
Her own talk turned her on that much more, and as he took a good hold of her hips, she braced herself for what she knew was coming. She exclaimed, “Oh please, please fuck me good!” Then as he pulled her back onto his cock, his hips began slapping into her ass. Her hips moved in rhythm with his as she finally got what she needed.
Rita would look back at him and say, “Oh it feels so good. Don’t stop.” Eventually she started whimpering. As the whimpering evolved into full-fledged screams of orgasm, he just kept on slamming into her, and she just kept on loving it. He might spread her cheeks to get an even better view of her delicious little rosebud and then begin working it with a wet finger.
If he knew how to work her ass with his finger, he was soon likely to see her approaching another orgasm. As her whimpers mounted, his finger would go deeper and deeper. If he withdrew his cock from her hot box at this point, she pleaded, “No, no, give it back!” and soon she felt his tongue eating her ass, to her delight.
But her need was too great to be satisfied with that, and soon she was begging, “Please, yes, give it to me!” She felt the pressure of his cock against her tight bud, and begged him to go in slow. With her small, tight ass, he really didn’t have much of a choice.
As he pushed his cock in, Rita said, “Oh no, no,” but she was continuing to back herself onto him, and eventually he worked his cock all the way in her ass. She needed a while to relax fully, and during this time she felt a finger massaging her clit–which only served to increase her need.
It wasn’t long before she started moving her ass back and forth, and not long after that before he settled into a rhythm with her. As he watched his cock in her tight ass and felt the intense contact, it was only a matter of time before he was ready to explode. She found herself stuffing her cunt with her fingers and working her clit furiously while he stuffed her ass with cock.
She could usually count on him telling her how good it felt fucking her like this, and as he did, her head would come off the pillow, shaking from side to side as she went into another screaming orgasm. He in turn grunted up a storm as he unleashed a big load in her.
Spent and in need of a break, Rita would peel herself off of him and catch her breath. To give herself a brief rest, she liked to ask if he was hungry. Not wanting this great night to end just yet, he might order a small pizza.
She would excuse herself to take a shower, and soon had company. The washing of each other’s body served as fun foreplay, as they both regained their strength. After they dried each other off, she put his shirt on as a cover-up, while he ate the pizza in bed as he got his second wind.
Feeling a little sore, she reached for the other half of the joint. After they finished it off, he began caressing her tits on the outside of his shirt. This started to revive the insatiable need that makes my wife so attractive.
She asked what his second-favorite position was, and if he said, “With you on top,” she replied, “Mine too,” as she lowered her head to his cock and began to tongue the rim of his cockhead with him lying on his back.
After she had him nice and hard, she straddled his hips and he discovered that she hadn’t put on any panties underneath the shirt. He soon felt her hand reaching around behind her to insert his cock in her fresh wet cunt. As she worked herself down his pole, he pressed into her at the same time.
Once she was fully impaled on his cock, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. He asked her to remove the shirt, and she was happy to do so. He pulled her forward for a kiss, then moved his mouth to her tits. This got her hips rocking on his cock and got her building toward orgasm.
He would ask her to sit up so he could see all of her. As she sat up, while continuing to fuck his cock, her tits and necklace bounced with her movement. She was conscious of him staring at her tits. While he stared, he might say something like, “Oh yeah.” She blushed a little, yet became more turned on at the same time.
Rita said she would ride his cock a little harder, trying to get a little more bounce in her tits, for his pleasure and hers. He bucked into her harder, adjusting now to her rhythm. He moved his hand down to her clit to help her along. Soon she shouted out that she was going to come. She reached around behind her and caressed his balls, which sent them both into yet another deep, groaning orgasm.
And that did it for it her. She now felt thoroughly fucked.
The man would spend the night, and in the morning, after he showered and returned to bed, he found Rita more than willing to please him. Her special attention to his cock brought back all the memories of the previous night. His hand resumed its place behind the back of her head, and his hips flexed back and forth.
Whenever Rita finished talking about her early adventures, she looked in my eyes for a while and then asked, “So what do you think? Am I a bad girl?”
I usually say that no, she’s the fucking best girl I’ve ever met. In truth, it used to bother me a little, how vividly Rita recalled her encounters with all those men. However, I gradually came to enjoy it as much as she obviously does.
With the passage of time, I imagine all those men, those other “bad boys” she knew before me, reflecting back on their time with her and saying to themselves, “Somewhere some bad-ass guy got himself a great-looking, fun woman who’s also one great piece of ass.”
And of course they’d be absolutely right.–J.B., Santa Monica, California
I work eight-hour shifts in a power plant. I’m in operations, my friend Mitch in maintenance. We’re both about thirty, but I’m single, while he’s married, no kids. When we both work the evening shift three to eleven , we usually hook up once or twice to get drunk. Mitch drinks 24/7. I like my beer, but I can’t keep up.
One night I had overtime till three in the morning. On the way home, I saw Mitch’s truck on the side of the road with the lights on. I pulled over and found him passed out on the seat with the motor running. I shut it off, turned the lights off and took the keys, then put him in my truck and drove him home.
When I rang his doorbell about five minutes later, his wife came to the door in a thin nightgown. She asked what I wanted, saying Mitch wasn’t home. I said I knew and told how I found him on the side of the road.
“Yeah, right,” Callie said.
I carried him in, and she said to drop his drunken ass on the couch. I did, and as I handed her the keys, I said again I wasn’t with him. But I was too tired to worry about making her believe me. I just wanted to get home.
I had just got out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped a towel around me and went to the door. It was Callie. She said she was sorry, she was tired of Mitch’s shit and wanted to know where the truck was. I got dressed and took her there, and we brought the truck back to my house.
Now it was half past three. I was ready for bed, but Callie asked to come in. As soon as we were on the couch, she began to cry, saying how unhappy she was. It seems Mitch hadn’t touched her in months. She was horny as a billy goat.
I didn’t know what to do, think or anything. Here was my buddy’s wife, damn near asking me to fuck her! I just sat there in a trance. She got up, took her robe and nightgown off and stood in front of me buck naked. She walked over, kneeled between my legs and undid my jeans. Then she pulled them down and started to play with my dick.
“I had no idea you were hung like this,” she said. “I’ll have fun with this thing.”
This woman could suck a softball through a hosepipe. I’ve had a lot of blowjobs, but that was the best. When I said to stop, that I was ready to come, she said, “Let it fly, big boy.” And so I did, in her mouth.
“I pleasured you,” she said. “Now pleasure me.”
I laid her on the couch, dived between her legs and ate her pussy. As she started to roll around, nearing climax, I jumped between her legs and pushed my dick in her. She wanted to fuck, and I was ready to give her what she wanted–dick.
Once I was all the way in, she moaned, “Oh God, that feels good. It’s been so long. Please fuck me. I love the sound of my pussy sucking your dick. God, I’m coming all over your dick.”
While she came, I pushed in all the way and stayed there till she settled down. When she finished, I pulled out and rubbed my hard-on on her stomach and nipples, then on her lips and the side of her face. She was starved for dick, and the nastier I got, the hotter she got.
After a few minutes of this I rolled her over and fucked her doggie-style. She was on fire, begging me to pinch her nipples, and to fuck her harder and deeper. She was rubbing her own pussy, so I put one of my hands on hers and we played with her pussy together.
I pulled out and got on my back and told her to ride me. She mounted me, guided my cock in and started pumping herself to another orgasm. Her pussy was so wet, she had my dick shining. She just kept bouncing up and down on it, groaning, “Oh yeah, that feels so good. You’re so fat and long. It feels good. Go in deep! I love it. Please come in me!”
We came at the same time. Then Callie got up and dressed and said if I wanted this pussy again, to call her. I haven’t called her yet, but I have thought about it! –G.T., Sandusky, Ohio
A couple of years ago I had to attend a two-day conference in New Orleans. It was around the time of our twentieth anniversary, so my wife and I decided to make a mini-vacation out of it. We would leave on a Wednesday morning and return the following Monday.
Valerie is very attractive, but over the years and three children has lost some of her youthful curves. She’s about 38-29-38 now, with the most beautiful, soft, shapely legs on earth.
Myself along with many friends still find her very easy to look at. I’m being honest when I say that Valerie has been with only two men in her forty-two years, one being me. I’m a year younger–fit, average in the penis-size department–and I enjoy a good but not great sex life with my wife.
We arrived at our well-known Latin Quarter hotel just after noon and went upstairs to our room, which was top-shelf paid by my employer : three rooms with a king-size bed and Jacuzzi. After settling in, we wanted to go out for a bite, but it was raining heavily, so we decided to try the hotel pub.
When we went in, the lunch crowd was gone. There were only two other tables occupied, and within fifteen minutes they were empty too. We chose a table right in front of the bar. The waitress took an order and told us that the bartender would be taking over, as she was at the end of her shift.
Soon the bartender came over with our order and introduced himself as Justin. He made some small talk and left us to our meal. While we ate, he carried on some small talk from behind the bar. I excused myself to hit the men’s room. When I returned, Valerie had changed seats and was now sitting where Justin had an unobstructed view of her.
I must admit she was looking good that afternoon, and she seemed to be enjoying herself more than usual. We talked with Justin for about another hour and a half without interruption, as only one other patron came in the pub. Without question Valerie enjoyed this time. I don’t think she took her eyes off Justin the entire time.
We finally said good-bye and headed to our room for a nap, which we both needed after the long flight. We got to the room and for the next hour enjoyed the most intense sex we’d had in years. Valerie admitted she was fantasizing about Justin all the while we fucked.
We’ve talked occasionally about having a threesome or sex with another couple or the like, but have never tried it. We talked a little about what Valerie thought now, but she still wasn’t sure.
My conference began with a dinner meeting on Thursday then there were events all day Friday. Thursday afternoon I went down to the bar and discovered that Justin wasn’t working there again till Saturday but that he also worked in the hotel’s fitness center, which was where he was now.
My devilish mind was already in motion. I went back upstairs and told Valerie I was going to ride over to the location of that night’s dinner, to make sure I knew how to get there, which was bullshit. I suggested that she might want to work out, which she normally does on a regular basis.
I left and returned a couple of hours later. When I opened the door to the suite, I heard Valerie moaning loudly from the bedroom.
I walked in–there was no door, just an opening perhaps twelve or fourteen feet wide–and found Valerie slamming her “never leave home without it” eight-inch vibrating pink dildo in and out of her pussy. When she saw me, she didn’t miss a beat, continuing until she had a grinding orgasm. The bedspread was soaked.
After she caught her breath, she said she’d gone down to the fitness center, and guess who she found working there–Justin! They worked out together for forty-five minutes, and she somehow caught a glimpse of his thirty-four-year-old body in the buff when he came out of the shower. She didn’t explain exactly how this happened.
I questioned her playfully for a while, and she admitted she wanted Justin bad! I got unbelievably aroused watching her squirm on the bed, and she stuttered the whole time–I’m sure from being nervous and excited. We made love for two hours, and it was the best sex we ever had together. She even ordered a XXX adult movie on the room’s super-wide screen TV. She had never done that before.
I had to leave for my dinner, so I showered and got dressed. Just before heading out, I told Valerie she had my blessing to follow her desires to whatever level she desired. She kissed me deeply and said that she loved me and no one would ever replace me.
The entire dinner and meeting that followed that night was a blur. All I could think about was my wife and her hot stud. I arrived back at the room around half past ten and found Valerie watching another XXX movie, dressed to kill. She modeled some new clothes she had purchased that evening. First there was a tight-fitting workout suit that left all of her knockout legs exposed and didn’t hide very much of her 38Ds. Then there was a beautiful yellow sundress, and a naughty, nasty red negligee.
We finished watching the movie and discussed Val’s plans for the following day. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about her plan. I must’ve been nuts to imagine I could attend my meetings all that day. I quickly devised a new plan.
In the morning we both showered, and I got ready for my “meetings” while Valerie slipped into her new exercise suit. She looked awesome. She didn’t seem the least bit nervous when she kissed me and reassured me again before she headed for the fitness center.
About ten minutes later, I left the room. I stopped by the fitness center to say good-bye and good luck. When I got there, Justin was holding her ankles while she gave him a leisurely view of her big breasts. I didn’t open the door. I just knocked on the glass and blew a kiss.
The morning meeting would have to take place without me. I flew back up to the room and reviewed my plan. About twenty minutes went by, and I heard a key card slip in the lock. I was hidden behind a love seat in the living room, with a clear view of the Jacuzzi, the bedroom and everplace in the suite other than the bathroom and anything that might occur on the love seat.
I was somewhat shocked to see that it was Justin at the door, and he was by himself. He immediately undressed and slipped in the Jacuzzi. He swallowed a couple of breath mints and pulled a handful of condoms from a small gym bag he had next to him. He didn’t appear nervous at all.
He made a couple of calls on his cell phone. The first was to a female, which I assumed from the conversation was his girlfriend or wife. He didn’t say anything about where he was.
The second call got me a bit nervous, as this was to a friend of his named Fran ois, and this time he did say where he was, telling Fran ois if he got this message in time, he should come up ASAP the key card would be under the mat outside the room–and he gave him our room number!
I almost stopped the whole thing then and there, but I decided to let it play out, figuring I could bust up the party if things got out of hand. I couldn’t believe how much I was shaking, though. Thank God there was music playing in the room.
About forty minutes later I heard a knock on the door, and Justin said loudly, “Come in.” He must have left the door slightly ajar, as Valerie came right in. She had the yellow sundress on, and she was stunning!
Justin had climbed out of the Jacuzzi, and they met in a deep embrace–not ten feet from me. They kissed for what felt like five minutes while exploring each other’s body. Valerie was getting some kind of worked up. Not waiting for Justin, she stepped back and hiked the sundress over her head in one quick motion. She kicked off her thongs and headed over to the Jacuzzi in just bikini panties.
Justin followed. Valerie slipped in the Jacuzzi and turned to face him. She slid his gym shorts to the floor and said for him to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi.
The next thing she said shocked me: “Just like I remember leaving it yesterday, edible and erect.” And she took his cock in her mouth! In the next twenty minutes she brought him to two ejaculations. I didn’t have the greatest view, but I know she didn’t come up for air the second time around. She never swallows me. She grabbed the condoms he had left lying there and said, “We won’t be needing these,” and threw them across the room. Two of them landed maybe two feet from where I was.
They stood in the Jacuzzi soaping each other from neck to toe while plunging their tongues down each other’s throat. The bedroom was next, but not before Val ordered another XXX movie. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it.
I saw them both fall on the bed. In no time, he was pounding away at her moist love tunnel doggie-style. His cock was no bigger than mine, but his staying power was incredible. She was moaning, and I thought I heard her sobbing as she bucked to meet his thrusts.
It was twenty minutes of slam-bang fucking before he emptied another load in her. She rolled onto her back, and he spent the next half hour tending to her huge, sweaty tits while kissing what I could see was every inch of her glistening body. She sucked his cock again, and he explored her anus with something he had removed from his gym bag. She was enjoying herself like I’ve never seen.
I heard Valerie tell Justin to fuck her hard. He must have been having a problem getting it up again, because then she was insisting that she needed a hard cock. She reached under the pillow for her favorite toy and slipped it in her wet hole.
Justin got up and went in the bathroom–call of nature, I assumed. On his way out, he had his cell phone on the dresser in the living room. He entered the bedroom still limp, from what I observed, and said to Valerie, “You still want a big hard dick?”
All I could hear was “um” between her moans as she shoved the full eight inches of her vibrator in and out of her cunt. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, though, and decided to let the show go on.
This guy Fran ois must have been somewhere in the hotel, because the next thing I knew, our room door opened. I caught a glimpse of him as he hurried in the bedroom. He was probably in his late twenties, dark tan, with a solid, fit body.
Justin was standing at the foot of the bed masturbating, trying to resurrect his semi-limp, already-well-used organ, while Valerie matched his strokes with her beloved toy.
As Fran ois walked in, Justin said to Valerie, “Still want that big hard dick?”
She didn’t answer. Noticing Fran ois, she stopped what she was doing and jumped up on her knees in the center of the bed. She must have met Fran ois before, as she said calmly, “Who’s minding the store?” Ah! Fran ois must manage the fitness center!
Justin then repeated the question, “Do you still want that huge hard Cajun cock?”
Valerie never answered. In about ten seconds Fran ois was completely nude, and the next thing I heard was her saying, “Wow!”
I couldn’t see the object itself, but Val’s comments told the story. I can repeat them word for word–I don’t think I’ll ever forget them:
“It will never fit.”
“I can’t even get my hand around it.”
“It’s so fucking huge.”
I really flipped when Justin turned Fran ois to face him, got down on his knees and wrapped his hand around Fran ois’s very large dick, which I could see now. He pulled some lube from his gym bag and stroked Fran ois’s cock with it. I could only chuckle at the look on Valerie’s face, which looked like a combination of amazement and terror as she knelt there watching Fran ois grow.
After a few minutes, Justin slid the enormous head of Fran ois’s cock in his mouth. He slurped on it for a few minutes, then said to Valerie, “See, it ain’t so big.”
Bullshit! It was huge! And the head seemed twice the width of the shaft.
Valerie sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on it, then stroked slowly up and down the shaft with that same look still on her face. Now Fran ois was fondling Justin’s cock, which was coming back to life.
Then it got real crazy. It looked like Valerie was licking Fran ois’s cock while Justin muff-dived between her legs. She had a hand on the back of Justin’s head, pulling him into her, while her other hand massaged Fran ois’s balls. Justin was jerking himself off. This fucking crazy Fran ois had Valerie’s pussy-juice-covered dildo down his throat while he pulled Valerie’s head down onto him.
This went on all morning. Thank God the TV was on as loud as it was, or they would have definitely heard me slapping my dick.
Valerie did end up with Fran ois inside her, although no way completely. Justin fucked her anally only her second time . Fran ois had tried to fuck Justin up the ass, but Justin’s screams were so loud, they had to stop. Valerie wound up having each of her three holes filled twice before noon, using her favorite toy to fill the third.
When Fran ois let go for the first time after Justin and Valerie licked and sucked him to a frenzy, it was like a hose. There was come everywhere. I actually heard it hit off what I found out later was the vertical blinds.
It was ten after one before Fran ois and Justin left Valerie standing naked at the door. She went immediately to the Jacuzzi, got in and lay there with her eyes closed.
About twenty minutes later, a knock on the door brought a pair of housekeepers into the room. Val didn’t move, and neither did I. They cleaned the bedroom and bathroom completely except the blinds, that is . When one of the maids started vacuuming the carpet in the living room, I knew I was fucked. She couldn’t help but see me. Yet she didn’t say a word!
Valerie went in the bedroom and fell asleep in her new red nightie. I was finally able to get up–slowly–and get out. I spent the next couple of hours in a local bar going over what I had just witnessed.
When I got back to the room, Valerie was still sleeping. When she woke up, she told me everything, and I mean everything. We enjoyed another night of XXX movies and great sex.
Valerie didn’t work out again, and we didn’t see either Justin or Fran ois until Monday morning. I continued playing the part of the unsuspecting husband until, on the flight home, Valerie fessed up that the housekeeper who spotted me told Justin, who promptly called up to the room and told her I was there.
She was curious as to how I’d enjoyed watching her do the things she did. I admitted to a mix of many emotions, but said I very much enjoyed seeing her do what she wanted so much to do.
Best of all, it has led to a sexual relationship between us that I wouldn’t trade for anything. We haven’t done anything like that since then, but Valerie wants very much to return the favor. Only when the chemistry is right, though–and she wants to be there as well!
One question I still have is if Valerie would have “told all” if she didn’t know I was there. I’ve never asked. –L.N., Mason City, Iowa
My wife said that I should write this letter, because she is so sure other readers will get turned on by a recent sexual experience that, as you will see, has changed lives forever.
I’ve always been proud of Tina’s looks and encouraged her to wear sexy low-cut tops and tight jeans or short skirts, which of course get a lot of stares from horny men. It excites me that they find her 36D tits on her five-two frame so desirable.
This day we decided to go to a nearby town to enjoy a four o’clock happy hour there instead of seeing the same old faces and hearing the same stories from the locals in our area. Tina had on obscenely tight jeans and a silver tank top that showcased her big boobs. Her nipples were poking out of the thin fabric. She wore a lot of eye makeup and lipstick. She looked hot as hell.
We had a few drinks at this bar where we didn’t know a soul, which was great, as I wanted to spend time with her alone. We were sitting out on a deck overlooking the bay enjoying our third drink when a guy came out and said hello and made small talk about how beautiful the scenery was. I didn’t know if he meant the boats on the water or my wife’s tits. Perhaps both!
Ray was a professional man who lived a few towns over in the other direction from us and had a lot of similar interests, so we invited him to join us. He was six-three, two hundred pounds, with blond hair and was very articulate. Tina seemed to enjoy his company.
We finished our drinks, and I went to buy the next round. I don’t know why, but I glanced back out on the deck. Ray had moved his chair closer to Tina’s, and was talking to her almost secretly. Her hand was on his leg, and while it wasn’t near his crotch, it seemed a bit inappropriate. She’d known him all of twenty minutes!
For some reason I decided to delay returning with the drinks. I took another peek. She was laughing and obviously flirting with the good-looking stranger. She never acts this way!
As I approached with the drinks, they sort of moved back away from each other. Shortly thereafter, Tina suggested we go to another lounge, with a famous view of the sunset over the bay.
“Good idea,” I said, anticipating a nice romantic interlude with her. But she also invited Ray. So we all piled in my Mustang, with Ray fitting his big frame into the back seat for the short ride. While trying to watch the road, I saw that Tina was turned around in her seat. She had her left hand on Ray’s leg again and was subtly rubbing his thigh as they talked, trying to hide her cock-teasing from me.
We arrived, got a drink and headed for the long walkway down to the beach, and were rewarded with a breathtaking view of the orange sun just starting to disappear. I was standing in front, and Tina placed herself close behind me, with Ray behind her. As we watched the beautiful sight I almost forgot Ray was there, as there was little talking. Occasionally I made a comment, and Tina responded.
After a few minutes I turned around to say something to her and got the shock of my life. My sexy wife had her head tilted back, locked in a hot kiss, shoving her tongue deep in Ray’s mouth! His right hand was under her tank top feeling up her big tits–with me standing just inches away! And my naughty wife’s right hand was massaging his cock through his pants!
Thank goodness this was off-season, with few tourists around. I was stunned by my wife’s sluttiness–mad, upset, but also aroused.
When they finally stopped kissing, Tina looked at me, her eyes a little glassy from being buzzed and turned on, her lipstick smeared. I saw some of it around Ray’s lips. My cock hardened.
Tina smiled at me and said guiltily, “I like him.” She turned back to Ray and kissed him hotly, grinding her torso into him to feel his hard cock again. She turned back to me, smiled and said, “Just watch the rest of the sunset, honey. Ray won’t hurt me.” They chuckled.
I felt embarrassed that this guy had picked up my wife right in front of me, and she not only allowed it, she wanted it. As I turned away, Ray was putting both arms around Tina and pulling her against him, kissing her neck. She closed her eyes, and I saw her move her ass against his big cock and encourage him to dry-fuck her. Magnificent as the view was, I could not concentrate on it amid the moaning and whispering going on behind me.
Then I heard Tina say, “Ohmygosh, it’s huge.” I could only take so much. I turned, and although it was getting dark, I saw that she had Ray’s cock out and was playing with it. It was huge–really long and thick.
“Tina, there are people around,” I said. “Come on, let’s give Ray a ride back to his car. It’s getting late.” I put my arm around her and “reclaimed” her as Ray put his cock back in his pants.
Tina pouted and said, “You’re spoiling all our fun.”
“You’re my wife,” I said.
“It was just some innocent fun,” she retorted.
Ray squeezed himself back in the back seat of the Mustang. I knew my horny wife wanted to join him, but there wasn’t room! She got in the passenger seat, and I drove quickly so nothing else would happen and she wouldn’t have much time to get more naughty ideas.
It was almost dark when I pulled up beside Ray’s car, turned off the motor and waited for Tina to let Ray out. Instead she said, “Don’t be mad, honey, but I have to.”
She moved halfway into the back seat and kissed Ray wantonly, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Her hand went straight to his cock and she fumbled with his zipper. She pulled back and snapped, “Get those pants down. I want to see that big cock again.”
While Ray was removing his pants and jockeys with almost indecent haste, Tina took two menthol mints from a container in the console and put them in her mouth. I knew from experience that those powerful mints cause unbelievable sensations in a cock during a blowjob.
My sexpot wife went down on Ray’s thick shaft, licking and sucking and giving him her mouth and tongue like a slut. She was slurping away noisily, and he was in ecstasy as the mints and Tina’s expertise drove him crazy!
I pulled my cock out and jerked off to the sounds from the back. Then Tina said, “Shoot your hot come in my mouth. I want to taste what this big cock can produce.” Ray filled her mouth with a load. They had me so crazy, I shot my load.
Tina, unable to swallow all of Ray’s come, gurgled at me, “Share, honey,” and gave me a sloppy wet kiss in which she transferred gobs of Ray’s jizz to my unsuspecting mouth! I’d never tasted semen before.
To compound matters, Tina went back to Ray’s cock and licked it clean of every drop of come, then returned to me and kissed me again, transferring the last of his come to my tongue. She loved the whole thing. At the time I was too shocked to think anything. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Tina said while she applied more lipstick. “My sweet husband, how do you like the taste of hot come?”
I didn’t know what to say. As she let Ray out, she said, “Best get used to it, darling.”
Tina and Ray talked briefly and kissed, and I saw her feel his crotch area again. Then she came around to my side of the car and, with a contented smile, said, “Let’s go back in, and baby, don’t you buy me another cocktail!” As she turned away, she said, “Better wipe all that dried come off your mouth before you come in!” She walked away laughing.
I tried to regroup. I got cleaned up and joined Tina at the bar. She was sitting there smoking, and some guy was trying to pick her up already. Fortunately, she said, “Here’s my husband,” and he moved off. We had a drink, said little and left.
On the drive home, her first words were, “You know I want more of that, don’t you?”
“Wasn’t that enough?”
“Enough?” she said. “That was just the beginning, darling. Ray’s cock is so thick, I can’t wait to have it between my legs fucking me to wild orgasms. It’s the thickest I’ve ever seen, and you know, in my younger days, I saw lots of cock. Now I want you to call him–here’s his number–and set up a date for me to go out with him.”
I said, “What?”
“You heard me. You’ll do whatever you need to keep me satisfied–if you want to keep me as your wife.”
I drove and said nothing.
“Next time, I want Ray to fuck me in a nice hotel, not a cramped car. And while he’s having me, I want your tongue to lick around my pussy. Perhaps it will touch his cock. Maybe you could lick my ass too.”
I had no advance warning of this dramatic change in my wife. I wondered whether she had been seeing Ray for months and in fact set up this “chance” meeting. At any rate, I have a decision to make. Depending on which way I go, you may be getting more wild stories in the near future.–L.H., Mussel Shoals, Alabama
My sexy blonde wife of ten years has large boobs but is remarkably slim for a thirty-year-old mother of four. I’m forty-three. Ginny’s sex drive has increased steadily over the last two years, while mine has reversed. She says a woman of thirty and a man of eighteen are both at their sexual peak.
I’ve never been able to have sex more than twice a week. Ginny brought dildos and vibrators to bed to substitute for me the other five nights a week–and sometimes after I’ve finished.
We read Penthouse Letters and enjoy all the letters, especially the “slutty wife takes stud lover” ones. We used to fantasize about Ginny fucking someone else, and talked it through during sex. She knew it would keep my cock hard.
Six months later we progressed to actually trying it. We agreed we’d only do it away from home, so we booked a suite, the largest in the hotel, to try our plan. There were several places in the suite where I could hide to witness my beautiful wife getting serviced.
Ginny has always been attracted to younger men, and she said that was her choice. The hotel is near a sports arena. A lot of fans were staying overnight after a big game. We headed to the bar separately, each with our own room key. She was wearing a small white skirt and a blue silk top. We are fairly well off, and all her clothes are designer. She is a classy lady, which any man would love to have.
Around ten, two guys about nineteen or twenty started chatting with her. She was really teasing them, and even I noticed their erections. She signaled to me, and I left to hide.
Ten minutes later they entered the suite–not two, but four of them. They were all staying in the same room to split the cost. They talked about my wife among themselves as if she wasn’t there.
She said, “You can do anything you want to me.” She looked so beautiful. She asked if they had girlfriends. Two did both girls were eighteen-year-old cheerleaders. The other two guys were still looking.
I could tell Ginny was worried they wouldn’t like her body. After four children, she’s not exactly like an eighteen-year-old. They started to strip her. When her bra was removed, they said things like, “Look at her tits. They’re saggy.”
From my vantage point, I could see Ginny’s face. I saw that she was not enjoying their comments.
They pushed her onto the large bed. She went to remove her shoes and was told to leave them on. She made a point of taking them off. I smiled. The guys went for her silky white G-string, stretching it every which way until inevitably it ripped. She was panting now, and her chest was heaving.
Ginny let the guys pull her legs as far apart as they would go. Their mouths all dropped as they stared at her womanhood.
“Fucking hell, she’s got a big cunt,” one of them said.
“Bloody hell,” another said. “Let’s have a look.”
I could see that Ginny wasn’t pleased, and wondered how much more she would put up with. One guy pulled her open pussy to the left while the other pulled the other lip to the right, fully exposing her. They were enthralled, looking right inside my beautiful, intelligent, classy wife as she lay there lustfully waiting in just her diamond jewelry.
They kept talking about her big cunt while her slit dripped juice onto her anus below. Now they were talking about blowjobs. I imagined that having four young cocks at her disposal would appeal to Ginny. They got her on her knees on the bed and lined up. While she sucked the first guy, the others moved behind her and opened her legs. She looked beautiful in doggie position.
They stretched her pussy more, and stuck their fingers in. One hero said, “I can only get one finger in my girlfriend, and all four in her.”
Now they took turns shoving fingers as far in Ginny as they could. From the purring sounds she made, I could tell she was loving it, and the guy she was sucking was the beneficiary of this pleasure. He soon shot his load in her mouth, and another guy took his turn.
Noting some come that had splattered on her face, this genius said, “What a spunky slut!”
Ginny spat out his cock and said with notable poise and elegance, “Do you little pissbrains want to get your rocks off, or what?”
The mood changed. She resumed sucking off the yokel she’d been working on, and when she sucked him dry, number three took his place, followed in turn by four. He didn’t come in her mouth, though. He pulled out and went round back, still working his cock.
“It’s about time one of you showed a little imagination,” she said approvingly.
“Open her cunt,” he said to his friends, and again they pulled her outer lips apart as far as they’d go. But he didn’t fuck her. He worked his cock half an inch from her open cunt and said, “Watch me fire my spunk in this slut.” He came, and a continuous streak of come disappeared in her.
The four heroes all started to dress, and my wife just lay there on the bed staring at them. They were chatting about the big game. None of them seemed to have any interest in fucking her.
One happened to glance at Ginny, lying with her legs spread, and cried, “Look! Your come is dribbling out.” Evidently none of them had seen this with their girlfriends.
I recognized the look on my wife’s face. It’s a look I try not to mess with, ever.
“Don’t you want to take a closer look?” she said, still surprisingly calm.
They gathered round and watched as a pool of come dribbled onto the bed. One of them theorized that the slacker a pussy is, the more the come would dribble out. The others agreed.
Finally Ginny blew, but still with surprising dignity and calm. “Lick it up, you little snotrags,” she said. “Go ahead. Every drop.”
They looked at each other.
“It’s no wonder only two of you have girlfriends. And God knows I feel sorry for those girls. A woman should have her head examined for letting any one of you touch her. Now lick up all your little boys’ come, and then get the fuck out of here.”
I couldn’t believe it, but that is precisely what they did! As they scrambled out, Ginny said, “What was that saying about youth being wasted on the young?”
To my great relief, she was laughing.
“Well, for God’s sake,” she said, “could I at least get a real cock up my cunt?” That I was able to do.–H.O., Kansas City, Missouri
If They’re Smart, And Hot, They’ve Probably Already Thought About Swapping
Hank and I have been together for over ten years. I work with Leslie, who’s married to John, an athletically built guy with curly blond hair. Leslie and I work out together during our lunch hour and have after-work drinks a few times a week.
Our husbands both work odd hours, but at least we all have the weekends off. We all enjoy camping, so last summer we made plans to spend a weekend at a campground about an hour’s drive away.
While Leslie and I worked Friday, the men packed up and set off for the campground Leslie and I would leave straight from work and meet them there. We loved the idea of having everything set up when we arrived and planned on thanking them that night.
On the drive to the campground, Leslie and I enjoyed a couple of beers while we talked about work, plans for the weekend and of course sex. We discussed how to thank our men for doing all of the work, such as loading the gear, packing the food and then setting up.
It was then that Leslie shared a conversation she said she’d had with John just a few days ago. They agreed that they would swap with Hank and me if we wanted! She said that, especially while they had sex, they often imagined having sex with us.
I was speechless–because Hank and I had often shared the exact same idea about John and Leslie! My heart rate jumped and my pussy moistened over the thought of it actually happening. Images of Hank fucking Leslie while I sucked John flashed in my mind.
I wondered why it took so long to expose our feelings, and thought how much sense it made, as we knew we were attracted to each other’s spouses. Leslie told me that John has said many times how good I looked with my shapely ass and 34C tits. He is apparently an authority on my bra size, as perhaps he should be, considering all the times I’ve found him staring at my tits.
I repeated to Leslie what Hank has said about her body, how he would love to suck on her tits and feel the curves of her ass. He has always been an ass connoisseur, and hers, which most would call a bubble butt, caught his attention a long time ago. I imagined Leslie sucking on Hank’s cock while he ran his fingers through her short dark hair.
“You know, Sally,” Leslie said, “you’re the only woman I could share my man with.”
“Same here,” I said. “I’m more than okay with you being with Hank. We know it’s just sex. Hank and I are so much like John and you. I can’t wait till Hank tells me about having sex with you.”
“Ohmygod, Sally,” Leslie said, “this’ll be great, and the men will love it. The thought makes me really horny!”
“We need to change the subject,” I said, “or neither of us will make it till bedtime!”
Upon arrival, we found the campsite in order, with a fire going. We prefer this campground because it’s heavily wooded and the sites are spaced apart for privacy. The perfect setting for our weekend!
We had supper and drinks by the fire. Leslie and I cooked the meal and then picked up afterward, playing up the fact that the guys would be rewarded for setting up the campsite, suggesting seductively that their real reward would come later.
Since Leslie and I had come straight from work, we planned on freshening up with a hot shower. We teased the men that their reward would be greatly enhanced if they showered too. They took the hint and headed off to the showers. Leslie and I were a few minutes behind them. First we had to open our travel bags and sort out what we needed for our showers. Hank and John, being typical guys, were done way before we were.
“Don’t wait up for us,” Leslie told them through the screened window of the bathhouse. “We’ll be along in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” John said, “we’re going to call it a night.”
I undressed and let the hot water cascade over my body. I soaped up and with one hand worked the washcloth over my body while with the other I caressed my nipples, then my pussy. I fantasized John showering with me, touching me where I was touching myself.
Leslie brought me back to reality, asking, “How close are you to being done?”
“Two minutes and I’ll be ready to towel off,” I said.
We got out of the showers, dried off and readied ourselves for bed. It was pitch-dark but for the lights of the bathhouse and a few campfires. We walked back to the campsite till we were about thirty feet from the tents. Leslie and I hugged each other and said good night. I walked over to the tent John was sleeping in.
My heart was racing. I turned around and through the trees saw Leslie unzipping the door to the tent where my husband was waiting for me. Then she stepped inside, the flashlight went out, and I heard the door being zipped shut.
Slowly, I unzipped the door to Leslie and John’s tent and entered. I set my towel and bath items down and shut off the flashlight. I knelt down and crawled slowly to where John was lying with his back to me. He rolled onto his back as I approached him.
“I’ve been waiting for you, honey,” he whispered.
I lifted up the covers and slid down onto the soft blanket-covered air mattress. I placed my hand on his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He smelled fresh, with just a hint of cologne. Leslie told me he likes to wear it before sex, and I loved the smell. I lay there next to him, my heart racing, not knowing what to do next.
“Did you borrow Sally’s perfume?” John whispered. “You smell really good.”
“Glad you like it,” I said.
“Sally!” John exclaimed. “What are you doing here? Where’s Leslie?”
“You don’t mind, do you?” I said, sliding my hand toward his cock. “Besides, if I’m here, where do you think she might be?”
“Whose idea is this?” he said. “Does Hank know you’re here?”
“He’s finding out as we speak,” I said. “Leslie told me about a certain couple you would swap with if the opportunity presented itself. Your wait is over. We have all night.” I slid my hand farther down till my fingers contacted his cock.
“Ohmygod, Sally, I can’t believe this!” John said in a hoarse voice. “I have . . . we have waited so long for this.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling it swell quickly. I stroked it as he kissed me deeply. He pulled away and lifted my top off with one smooth motion. His hand found one of my tits, and his mouth found the other. I lay back down on the mattress while he continued to massage my tits and suck on my nipples. His hot mouth and tongue sucking, licking and kissing my nipples made me moan and squirm.
His other hand found my pajama-bottom waistband. He slid my pj’s down to my knees, and I kicked them off. He found my pussy and slid his fingers gently into the wet folds of skin. I opened my legs, allowing him full access. He slid his fingers through the wetness, circling my clit, then slowly inserted a finger in my cunt. He withdrew it slowly, then reinserted it, then withdrew it again and gently rubbed the soaked lips of my cunt.
He continued this skillful manipulation, producing incredible sensations in my cunt, till I came. I moaned and my body tensed as the waves passed over me. I recovered after a few minutes passed, thinking of how good this was.
Then I thought about what Hank might be doing with Leslie and at once became aroused again. I pushed gently against John’s chest and said, “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”
“I like that idea,” he said.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for some time,” I whispered suggestively. I pushed away the blankets and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him and caressed his balls with one hand while with the other I grasped an ass cheek. I sucked him hard, then soft, then licked his cockhead and shaft.
With his cock deep in my mouth, I explored the contours of the shaft with my tongue. I felt his fingers on my pussy. Then one finger was being inserted slowly, while his thumb massaged my clit lightly. With my lips planted around his shaft, I sucked him, my head bobbing up and down, keeping at it until I sensed he was about to come.
Gingerly, I took his heavy balls in my mouth and with my tongue investigated his taste and texture. Then I rubbed the base of his balls lightly with my finger. With his balls still in my mouth, my tongue flicked the spot just underneath. With the spot lubricated with my saliva, my finger slid easily in a slow circular motion. I continued rubbing this sweet spot while my tongue licked and caressed his balls.
“I want to taste you,” John whispered as he gripped my hips and maneuvered my pussy to his mouth. With his hands cupping my ass, I felt his tongue probe deep into my folds, exploring my pussy, clit and love hole. He kissed and sucked on my clit, moving his tongue rapidly over and around it. I came again very quickly, clutched by a spasm that gripped what felt like every muscle in my body.
I lay there, still on John in our 69 position, savoring the sensations as my orgasm subsided. He kissed my pussy gently while fondling my ass cheeks. I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking it with long, slow strokes, hesitating at the head. I twisted my head a bit, then continued my up-and-down movement on his shaft, taking it all in. I sucked him hard, then went back to lightly rubbing the base of his balls.
I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock as my lips gripped the shaft tightly. I wanted him to come, and felt his balls pull up and his body tense. Suddenly a huge gush of warm, syrupy fluid filled my mouth. I swallowed John’s come in gulps as his cock continued to spew in my mouth. It tasted great! With my hand I milked out the last of his come from his cock as I continued to suck.
“Ohmygod,” John said. “Ohmygod.” He lay there lifeless as I moved off him, out of our 69 position. “Goddamn, that felt good,” he said, moaning lightly.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said as I straddled his torso and guided his still-hard cock in my cunt. His cock so filled me up that it took my breath away. My cunt was soaking wet, and his cock slid in with ease. He grabbed my ass as I thrust against his cock. I put my hands on his chest and worked my hips while I pumped his shaft. Quickly but carefully, I raised and lowered my pussy to take his full length in my cunt.
I felt another orgasm building, which made me pump faster and harder. I came with a fury of quick spasms that washed over my whole body. The orgasm left me light-headed and motionless. I lay down on John’s chest and rested a moment. I felt his heart beating fast.
“I want you to come in my pussy,” I said.
“I’d love to, Sally,” he said. With that, he rolled me onto my back, then positioned himself between my legs and entered me. He kissed my mouth, which now had the taste of his come in it. His lips tasted of my pussy, and the mixture tasted erotic. Juices ran from my pussy as he pumped his cock in and out.
I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock and gripped his tight ass as he continued to pump. His thrusts became shorter and quicker until he stopped, then groaned deeply. His cock throbbed as it filled my cunt with come. He slowed to a stop and lay gently on top of me while he caught his breath. He kissed my neck and mouth lightly.
“That was so good,” he said. “So good. Thank you.”
“Oh, I thank you, John,” I said. “This is the start of something great.”
“Yeah, it is,” he said.
John withdrew his cock and lay down next to me, snuggling close, with one hand cupping my breast. “Hmm, I wonder how they’re doing,” he said.
“I can’t wait to hear all the details,” I said.
“Me too, Sally,” he said. “And you know they will too!” –S.I., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Basil, my lover from out of state, came to town last weekend, and we stayed together in his downtown hotel room. On Saturday we felt in the mood to play, so we decided to invite Basil’s friend Sylvester to join us for a fun-filled threesome.
The day started with me modeling several pieces of sexy underwear and a selection of nightgowns for the pleasure of the two of them. They enjoyed having me get up close to them, and even sit in their laps in my skimpy outfits, but they were not allowed to touch me yet. When the last outfit was modeled, I started taking it off, slowly and deliberately. I was getting as worked up as they were.
When I was naked I proceeded to remove their clothing as well, rubbing their hard cocks and breathing heavily in their ears. It didn’t take long before all three of us were panting with anticipation of what was to come.
Basil started the real action by taking me over to the bed. There, while his friend looked on, he put me on all fours, rubbed some of my flowing cunt juices into my asshole and then boldly worked his swollen sex pistol into my anus. It felt fantastically big, warm and throbbing. He worked it in and out slowly, and it seemed to grow in my ass until it felt about fourteen inches long.
Sylvester was staring hard, as though hardly able to believe what he was seeing. But after a few minutes he came over to join in. Standing by the side of the bed, his stiff cock was just at the right level for me to reach it and take it in my mouth.
Both guys were moaning–and I was too, although my sounds were muffled around Sylvester’s throbbing flesh–and Sylvester especially seemed to be having a hard time holding himself back from releasing his warm come in my mouth. I alternated my sucking of his dick with some kissing and licking of his balls, so that he would have a chance to control himself.
After a long pleasant time, we all seemed to sense that it was time to change positions. Sylvester got on top of me and put his dick in my pussy, while Basil crouched over my head and fucked my face. It didn’t take Sylvester long to ejaculate. I felt the pulsing of his dick, and his warm jism squirting into me. Afterwards he got up and went to sit in a chair by the window.
Basil’s cock was still hard. He stood up and reached for my hand, then pulled me up and led me over to where Sylvester was sitting. I stood in front of Sylvester and let him run his hands all over my body. His cock soon got stiff again. Basil was feeling me up too, and the sensation of having four hands at once traveling over me, touching me everywhere, stroking, probing, exploring, caressing, made me crazy. I told Sylvester to get up, and when he did I stood up on the chair, right in front of the window, exposing my naked body to the city outside. I didn’t care who saw me the idea of strangers looking at me only made me hotter.
Sylvester crouched down and started licking my cunt, while Basil got up behind me and stuck his cock in my pussy. I was so excited that my juices were dripping onto the chair, as well as into Sylvester’s mouth.
Finally Basil pulled me down and positioned me above him as he lay on his back on the floor. I took his cock inside me, and when I had it all I yelled for Sylvester to put his dick in my ass. The two of them fucked me in rhythm, and it was the best fuck of my life. All three of us were screaming with enjoyment, and I believe I must have climaxed at least four times before we were through.
It’s great to have four hands on you at one time, and two hard dicks going in and out of you. I recommend this as a really fun activity if you are ever looking for something interesting to do.–J.D., New Haven, Connecticut
I was recently having my cock sucked by my friend Samantha, and was enjoying it immensely, as always. But at one point she stopped sucking to tell me how much she envied us men, with our big hard cocks and our ability to ejaculate. So we started talking about cocks, and I found myself telling her how I sometimes thought about them myself. I didn’t like all cocks, I told her, but I did admire young, shaven, hard, smooth, pretty cocks that looked like ivory statues. I also said I had thought about holding a pretty cock in my hand and stroking it until it ejaculated.
Samantha said I should try it. She said it was amazing when a cock swelled up and spurted. She then asked me if I’d ever thought about sucking one. Her eyes lit up when I said I had, and that I’d even thought about what it would be like to take one up my asshole.
Samantha got very excited. “Look at what I’ve got!” she exclaimed, and she pulled a strap-on dildo out of her bag. It was big and purple, made of what looked like hard rubber. The harness was black leather, with silver studs and buckles. Samantha explained to me how it was designed to stimulate the clit of the woman wearing it.
I was fascinated with this dildo. It was about the same size as my cock when I was fully aroused, or maybe a little bigger. I took it in my hand and instinctively started stroking it. Samantha watched my face with interest and asked, “Do you want me to put it in you?”
A sudden excitement seemed to clog my throat, and I could only nod.
“Oh goody!” she chirped.
Following Samantha’s suggestion, I got on my knees and bent over the side of the bed. I spread my ass cheeks and positioned myself so that my asshole was pointing back at her. I was a little relieved when she pulled out a jar of lubricant and spread some of it onto my asshole. I could feel her fingers twisting and turning as she worked it in, and I heard myself moaning.
Finally Samantha strapped on the harness and moved into position. “Ooh, I really like this!” she said.
I was too low, so I put two pillows under my stomach to raise my ass higher. Samantha giggled and started to work the head of the rubber cock into my ass. It felt even bigger than it looked, but I liked the feeling. I began to moan again. Samantha asked me if it was hurting me, and I said no. I told her not to stop.
I was panting with excitement, but I tried to get myself to breathe deeply and regularly, to help me relax my anus and rectum so that I could take more of the dildo. I wanted as much as I could get. Samantha worked it in bit by bit. I asked her if she was enjoying what she was doing.
“Oh, yes!” she replied. “It’s great!”
I asked her how much she had gotten into me, and was surprised when she said it was only about two inches. It felt like way more than that.
“I love this, I love this!” Samantha said again. Then she slowly pulled out of me and said, “Let’s go in the bathroom where we can look in the mirrors.”
There were several mirrors in the bathroom, including two very large ones on the sliding doors. I pulled out the padded vanity seat and bent over it, anxious to resume being ass-fucked. Samantha positioned me so that I could see my face in the large vanity mirror, with her standing behind me. I could also turn to look at the door mirror for a side view of my ass and the dildo going in and out of it. I couldn’t see the actual penetration, but I could feel it all right.
Samantha slowly pushed into me again, and then started sawing in and out of my asshole. She said that she loved being in control this way. As for me, it felt so good that I could hardly stand it. In between moans of pleasure I was talking to her, almost babbling. “Fuck me, Samantha,” I was panting. “Fuck my ass, do me, baby, ream me screw my ass, yeah, screw me good!”
Samantha was almost as turned on as I was. “Look at the mirror!” she said excitedly. “Look at you. Look at me. I love being in control!”
I turned to look into the big mirror. Samantha was hunkered down on my body, pistoning in and out of me. I could see my balls swaying as they hung below my ravaged asshole. I could see my face twisted with lust, and Samantha’s face looking at me in the mirror with a similar expression. Then I saw her straighten up on her toes. Her body stiffened–she was naked except for a pair of black thigh-high stockings–and started to shudder.
She was climaxing because she was fucking me, and I was pleased to be the cause of her pleasure. I was a sex object, and I liked it. I looked from one mirror to another, watching as her spasms gradually diminished and she fell on my back, the way a sexually spent man would fall on the back of his woman.
When she caught her breath she started thrusting again. As she did so she slid a hand under me and groped for my cock. She barely had to touch it before I came like a fountain.
When she pulled the dildo out of me I asked her how much of it she had gotten inside me. She measured it off with her hand it was only about four or five inches. I was shocked. I had thought I might have taken it all. I could not believe that what had felt like a log in my ass had been no longer than that.
Samantha could see that I was disappointed. She slapped my ass and said, “Don’t worry about it you’ll do better next time.”
Next time? Did I want a next time?
Yes, I did.
Samantha grinned at me. “I took your cherry,” she said, sounding very proud of herself.
She was right. I hadn’t had a man up my ass, but I had definitely had a woman up there.
The next day I went out and bought a double-headed dildo. It was, I thought, a little thicker than Samantha’s strap-on, and definitely longer. I bought it to use on myself, since I wanted to get my ass used to being fucked, but also to use with Samantha, in one way or another.
The first time I tried to fit one end of the double dildo into my ass I was unable to get it up there. It took a bit of practice for me to get used to it and to be able to work it into my ass. I was all the more impressed with the fact that Samantha had gotten as much of her dildo into me as she had.
I also found myself putting the other end of the dildo into my mouth, sucking on it and attempting to get it past my gag reflex and down my throat. I enjoyed doing that so much that I started to think that perhaps what I really wanted was a man’s hard cock down my throat and up my ass. The more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to me. Yes, I wanted to be fucked by a real cock. A man’s cock. I wanted a horny man to use me as a sex object, to take his pleasure with my mouth and my ass.
When I told Samantha this, she just laughed and said she had suspected it all along. She also said that she would bring one of her friends around that night, a guy who would satisfy both of us. I’ll write you about that another time.–Name and address withheld
This letter is about what happened to our sex life after my wife Loretta stumbled across a copy of your magazine while straightening up our bedroom one afternoon. At first, as she told me later, she was kind of upset. But curiosity got the best of her, and soon she was on our bed, reading the letters and getting herself so horny that when I came home that evening she practically jumped all over me.
It wasn’t long before we started reading the magazine together, both of us getting really hot and horny, which always led to an intense sexual marathon. We finally settled into a pattern which we would follow every month, as each new issue of Penthouse Letters came out. Loretta would start the night by taking a long bath, then put on some sexy lingerie and retire to the bedroom to read a nice “bedtime story.” I would come in shortly afterward to join her. My wife usually gets hot so quickly that early on I decided to refrain from removing her panties, or touching her hot wet pussy, for as long as I could hold off. This restraint generally serves to get her even more excited.
Last month I walked into our room on our usual reading night to find Loretta in a pair of lacy black panties and a white button-down pleated shirt. As she looked up from the magazine, I could tell she was already excited. I smiled and slipped into bed beside her, caressing her leg, slowly moving my hand up the inside of her thigh to the crotch of her sexy panties, which were soaked almost completely through with her milky cunt nectar.
When I asked her what she was reading about, Loretta replied that it was a letter about a couple experiencing anal sex for the first time. Licking my fingers, I reached into her open blouse and slowly rubbed them across her stiff nipples, teasing them as she continued to read. Loretta finished reading the story, then leaned over to kiss me, saying, “I feel like I’m on fire.”
With that she began to kiss her way down my chest. When she got to my waist she lowered my briefs and began to lick and suck my semi-erect cock, slowly taking it in her mouth all the way to the base, and just as slowly coming all the way up the shaft until the head popped out of her mouth. She licked at my cockhead, then kissed her way down the length of my shaft to my balls, after which she started the whole thing over.
I reached around to massage her ass as she continued to suck my cock. Without removing her panties I slid my hand down under them from the rear, running my fingers down the crease of her perfectly round ass all the way to the slit of her cunt. Avoiding her pussy, I slipped a finger into her tight rear entrance, while she deep-throated my now raging hard-on. Slowly I moved the finger in and out of her rear passage as she moaned around my pole.
Finally I pulled away from her to keep from coming down her throat, and asked her to read me one of the letters in the magazine. Soon she was reading a story about a woman who had come home from work to find her female roommate shoving an eight-inch dildo into her pussy. Soon they were both naked, licking each other’s cunts. Loretta seemed so mesmerized by this story that I thought she had forgotten about the first one she’d been reading, until she looked at me and said, “I loved the way you fingered my ass while I sucked your dick.”
Now Loretta and I had experimented with anal sex before, but only as far as me putting the head of my cock in her ass while she fingered her clit to orgasm. I thought that was what she wanted when she pushed up onto her knees and asked me If I would tease her ass with my dick. As she continued to read I finally removed her come-soaked panties and got into position behind her. Her ass was soaked with her own juices. I pressed my cock against her tight rear entrance, and the head just slipped right in. I began to rock gently back and forth, being careful not to go too deep. But to my surprise, Loretta stopped reading and said, “I need more of your cock in there.”
At this point I figured I’d better lube myself up so as to be sure not to hurt her. I pulled out and put some K-Y jelly on my cock, and at the entrance to her ass. The sight of my wife’s perfect bottom offered up to me in this way made me mad with excitement. I put the head of my cock back in, now pushing about two inches of my pole inside, then drawing it back. She turned her head to me, saying, “Your cock feels so good! I need more.”
I slowly pushed in again, and now about five inches of my dick disappeared into her back passage. I had never been in such a tight space. I almost emptied my balls right then, but I stopped and somehow kept control. I resumed carefully, and soon I was pulling my dick almost all the way out and then shoving the whole thing into Loretta’s lubed bottom, reaching around to fondle her tits, while my wife moaned passionately in a way she never had before. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I pushed in all the way, shooting my hot spunk into her as a loud screech came out of my mouth.
When I pulled my cock out of her, I thought I would just lick her sloppy cunt till she came all over my face. But to my surprise, my hot wife had different ideas. She said she wanted to sit down on my cock and take it up her ass while I lay on my back.
But first I had to have a taste of her steamy cunt. I lay on my back and had her lower herself onto my face, and I ate her wonderful pussy for a few minutes. While I did this, Loretta put some more K-Y on my dick. Then she squatted over my erect cock, lowering her bottom while I held it steady, guiding it to her asshole.
She started by taking only one or two inches. Then, after a pause, she lowered herself on it all the way down to the base, her wet cunt resting against my balls. Then she began to go up and down on my pole, meanwhile fingering her clit and screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs. She started orgasming just as I emptied my second load into her ass. Her fingers moved in a frenzy on her clit as she bobbed up and down on my cock, shouting, “Oh my God, I can’t stand it! It feels unbelievable! Shit, I can’t stop coming! Oh Christ, your dick is so big!”
Her convulsions finally subsided and she fell forward onto my legs, panting heavily, her body still shivering and twitching. “Oh my God!” she said when she had recovered her breath. “I can’t believe your cock was so deep in my ass. It felt so damn big and thick, it was just unreal!”
We lay there for the next ten minutes, just enjoying the afterglow.
That is just one of the ways in which your magazine has enhanced our sex life. We still read it together every month. And I never told Loretta that I had deliberately left that first issue in our bedroom so she could find it and read it.–C.K., Lincoln, Nebraska
A few years back I had a girlfriend named Patricia, with whom I had one of the wildest, most high-energy sexual relationships it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. At the art of the blowjob Patricia was unsurpassed. She would extend them for a deliciously long time, sucking up every drop of my precome and yet keeping me on the brink of ejaculation sometimes for hours. With the same vigorous enthusiasm I would devotedly return the favor, enjoying every drop of juice that she excreted for me to lap up during my likewise extended pussy-eating sessions. I loved to eat her nice juicy cunt, overflowing with her sweet sticky resin. It was as though we had inadvertently discovered tantric techniques, simply because we were so synchronized with each other’s moods, needs and desires.
One fateful evening Patricia came home from her job after a day in which I had been under the weather and had stayed indoors and in bed, drifting in and out of fitful periods of sleep. I was awakened by the lightest touch of fingers around my genitalia, and slurping noises in my ears. I knew instantly what was happening, and I pretended, with some difficulty, to still be asleep, so as not to interrupt her in her work. Patricia probably knew I was shamming, but she didn’t care. She proceeded to lick my shaft slowly from base to tip, and followed that up by working my balls individually in and out of her mouth, sucking on them like hard candies. Then she again licked and kissed her way up toward the head of my long, thick cock, which we had measured at her insistence at nine inches long and three inches around, fully erect.
As she got more and more into it, moaning and suckling, milking me for my precome, I gave up on pretending to sleep and began to run my fingers through her hair, gently urging her on, murmuring to her about how good it was.
Finally, after what must have been a full half hour, I grabbed her and spun her around on the bed, placing her on her knees so that I could proceed to eat the living crap out of her from behind. This time, however, I added a new dimension, one that I had long wanted to explore with her. I stuck my tongue in her ass, thrusting it in and out and running it around her puckered hole. Patricia’s gasps and moans indicated approval of this innovation. We then switched positions again, this time assuming the 69 position, with Patricia on top, which enabled me to slip a finger into her ass, and then another, as a sort of foretaste of what I really had planned. She went bananas, yelling loudly, shouting my name and telling me how she loved me. This appeared to be an excellent sign.
She was so wet and aroused already that once I got her back in the doggie position, all I needed to do was to get my prick wet with her juices and rub my member along the crack of her plump, round ass. She was instantly ready, and the two of us worked together to get the head of my dick inside her, me pushing gently with a steady pressure, she pushing backwards and concentrating on relaxing herself, until I heard her say, “Oh God! Oh my God . . . it feels sooo good in there!”
I told her that it felt good to me too. Then I asked her if she was ready for me to start fucking, or if she wanted to get accustomed to this new feeling. She said she just wanted to stay this way for a few minutes. So we stayed locked together in that manner, me with the entire length of my pole inside her tightly clutching asshole, and she squirming slightly, moaning occasionally and experimentally using her anal muscles to squeeze and tease my iron-hard prick.
Perhaps ten or twenty minutes passed before the steady twitching and throbbing of my dick in her ass proved to be too much for both of us. Just as I was about to tell her I had to start fucking her, she turned her head to look back at me. By straining forward I was able to reach her lips with mine. After giving me a passionate kiss she panted, “Okay, baby, I want it just like you give it to my pussy–hard, slow and deep!”
“Okay baby,” I told her. “Hang on, because here we go!”
And away we went. We fucked that way for a long, long time, and it was amazing. Hard, slow and deep was indeed the way I started out, but after a while I was alternating that with quick, thrusting jabs. Patricia loved it all, however I gave it to her, and urged me on, moaning and gasping and matching my every stroke. I held onto her tits as I pounded her ass, occasionally sliding a hand down to her pussy, from which her juices dripped steadily onto the bedsheets, rubbing her clit to help her along each time she climaxed, which she must have done a dozen or so times. She kept insisting that I shoot my load in her ass, but I struggled to hold off as long as I could, telling her it just felt too damn good to stop. Patricia said that was cool, because after I came she was just gonna get my ass in the shower and suck me back to life so we could start all over again.
At that point I lost it. I shot so much come up her ass that some of it leaked out around my dick and mingled with her pussy juices in the wet spot on the sheets. And all the while she was shouting, “Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Oh, oooh, yes, come in me, baby! Oh God, oh God, yes, baby, fill me up with your come!”
After a few minutes I slowly withdrew my spent member from Patricia’s still intermittently twitching anal cavity, and proceeded to lick her clean from front to back. Needless to say I tasted my own come, mixed with hers, and afterward shared it with her in perhaps the most scintillating kiss ever recorded by anybody anywhere in history.
Sadly, in spite of our rather fabulous sexual compatibility, Patricia and I had other problems which eventually caused us to split up. I have since gone on to a series of relationships with other women, some of whom were wonderful human beings, but none of whom could begin to measure up to Patricia in the sack. But then, there are things that are more important than sex. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.–S.P., Norwalk, Connecticut