I was out the other night with a guy I hadn’t seen in about a year and a half. For whatever reasons we just never kept in contact. Anyway, my friend, who originally introduced us said, “Guess who’s coming out with us Friday–if that’s alright with you.” That’s fine, I tell her. He and I hit it off when we first met and we’d already done the “deed” so it wouldn’t be awkward. It would be great to see him again. He is what I like to call simply, a man–big, strong, adorable and self-confident.
So all is going well. We’re talking, laughing, hugging, kissing, the whole nine yards. At the end of the night it’s understood that we’re going back to his place. Cool.
In the throes of passion his fingers make their way to “never, never land,”–my asshole. I’m into his moves though and figure he won’t actually go there, ’cause you know, I told him no last time. Wrong! Next thing I know he starts the old corkscrew maneuver, and I can’t get “NO!” out of my mouth fast enough. What is it with the ass?
I needed to get to the bottom, no pun intended, as to what the attraction was. So after some heartfelt one-on-one’s with my coworkers ’cause really who knows about these things better than the people who work here, right? , I was surprised to find out that my male coworkers were divided. It was either love it or hate it. And the females were united when they told me, “No fucking way!”
Discussions consisted of things like, “Well it is tight, but then once you’re in, there’s nothing there,” to, “I was slamming it in her and the grip was unbelievable.” The bottom line for both arguments though, was that it’s a control thing an act of dominance. Okay. So I like to be controlled, I don’t mind someone being the boss of me. In fact, that’s the biggest turn on for me. Problem is, I’m still looking for that “man” who can take control and make me do what he wants. That’s actually a standing joke with me and “ass man.”
With this newfound knowledge, that the mystique behind ass fucking is one of control, I say, perhaps, if the timing is right and I’m feeling the groove, maybe, just maybe he can boldly go where no man has gone before.
And so it is with this sentiment that I give not only to you, but to me as well, an ass novice, the ever-popular Booty Time . . . So bend over, grab some lube and enjoy!–Kathy Cavanaugh
There are many professional dommes in the city where I live, and I’ve been to see a number of them. My experiences have been satisfying, but still, it was difficult to envision one of them inspiring a letter to your magazine. Then I met Mistress Roseanne. She is drop-dead gorgeous, with an absolutely incredible ass, fantastic legs, an awe-inspiring fetish wardrobe and an attitude you wouldn’t believe. She is very small, and it’s a terrific turn-on for me to turn control over to such a petite woman, especially one who is so much younger than I am.
Another thing that turns me on is her eyes. She uses them flirtatiously, batting them like Scarlett O’Hara. Then the next minute they have the glint of diamonds as she forces me to submit to her will. They are one of the most entrancing features of this very dominant woman. In fact, just by looking at them you can get a sense of her attitude in the photo that’s in her ad, you can see that she’s looking down her nose at the rest of us. She’s a cut above, and she knows it. Her clients come to serve her, not to satisfy themselves.
The first time I saw Mistress Roseanne, her intensity was almost frightening, and it was a while before I went back for a second session. I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it. I finally went back and it was another extremely intense session. I have never been so exhilarated after two hours of play, but never so exhausted, either. From then on, I had to keep seeing her–I couldn’t see anyone else.
For that first session, Mistress Roseanne chose the big playroom at the end of the hall. She wore stiletto heels and a skintight black leather mini-dress that barely covered her panties and gorgeous ass. I, of course, wore nothing, having been told to strip as soon as I’d arrived.
Her next order was to get up on the cross, where she fastened my wrists, warning me to let her know if my hands got numb. A length of rope was then looped around my neck, between my legs and around my waist, and then she used the end to tie my cock and balls. Once I was bound, she attacked my nipples and balls with her long red fingernails.
For such a small woman, Mistress Roseanne generates a lot of power, and soon I was in ecstatic agony, my cock dripping like a faucet. She put a condom over it and then found some nipple clamps among her toys and tried to see just how tight she could make them. I winced as she turned the screws, bolts of electricity shooting from my nipples through my chest. Once they were in place, she ran a vibrator over them and my bound genitals. Talk about mixing pleasure with pain! My whole body was alive and I writhed within my bonds. Loosening my bonds, she set me free and then made me put on a pair of pink satin panties.
Standing in those tall stiletto heels while giving me the gift of all that pain was fatiguing for her, of course, so she took off her boots and sat down on a chair. Kneeling before her, I massaged her feet while licking them clean of the little sweat and dirt that had accumulated throughout the day. Her legs came next, and she lay on the bondage table as I gave them a thorough massage. I guess I must have pleased her, because she then had me take a place on the table, where she fucked me gently with a dildo, saying that she wanted to save my ass for a real beating. The latex cock slipped in and out of my anus, and it was all I could do to keep from coming. My dick throbbed unmercifully, but I managed to hold on.
As Mistress fucked me, she asked about the tattoo on my right asscheek. It is the mark of a mistress to whom I belonged a long time ago, and I told her so. She accepted this explanation without question little did I know then what Mistress Roseanne was plotting. Soon she pulled the dildo from my ass, told me to get dressed and then sent me home with an aching hard-on and the direction not to touch myself in the week until our next session.
I went to see Mistress Roseanne on a regular basis after that, and the more pain she inflicted, the more my submission to her grew. Like herself, the pain she delivers is addictive and intoxicating, and I delight in whatever she deigns to give me. The force of her personality overwhelms me, and before long, I had offered to become her personal slave, her maid, her cook, her chauffeur, her typist, her errand boy–pretty much anything that she wanted of me.
Roseanne told me that to become her full-time slave I’d have to sign a “slave contract,” and I asked her what that would entail. She explained that she’d get carte blanche permission to do whatever she wanted to me, and that I couldn’t object. If I did, she’d end our session and I’d never see her again. Since I was already totally subservient to her, I didn’t see how this would change anything, and quickly agreed.
Mistress Roseanne left the room to get a pen and paper. When she returned, she sat down and wrote out a contract in neat, precise handwriting. This is what it said: “I will see Rose-anne on a regular basis. Throughout this time I will accept anything that is asked of me, without limits. I am aware that I am giving my mistress complete ownership of my body and my mind.”
We both signed it. Then, at her direction, I lay on my stomach on the table. She didn’t bind my ankles or wrists she simply told me to lie still. I hadn’t the slightest idea of what she had in mind, but I began to get the message when I felt her open hand on my asscheek. I jumped at the contact, and she calmly told me to keep still or I’d be in trouble. Next I felt another smack, but this time it was the impact of a wooden paddle hitting my ass. Then I felt it again, and again, as the blows began falling so fast that it soon felt as if flesh was throbbing and burning.
I howled louder with each smack, my rigid cock pulsing beneath me as Mistress Roseanne spanked me harder and harder. Then there was a slight pause before the next blow, but this one was sharp and stinging. I knew better than to turn around, but I could tell that she had switched to some sort of crop or cane. I could just imagine the red lines that crisscrossed my ass, could feel them searing my flesh. She covered both cheeks as well as the tops of my thighs before she finally ceased.
The next thing I saw was Mistress Roseanne pulling something from a drawer and then lighting a candle. She held a mysterious object over the flame so with my heart in my throat, I asked her what she was doing. “I’m branding the letter ‘R’ on your ass,” she said, and explained that now that I was hers, I should bear her mark as well as that of my former mistress. I was extremely excited by this, as it served to further prove her ownership of me.
When the brand was hot enough, she touched it to my ass, and the burning sensation seared through my flesh. To my surprise, the momentary pain soon turned into a warm, throbbing pleasure that I really enjoyed. Finished, she stepped back and admired her work, and then went to see if any of the other mistresses were interested in seeing what she’d done. She returned with Mistress Brenda, who complimented Roseanne on both the excellent job she’d done and the fact that she’d turned me into such a willing and obedient slave. It was only then that I realized that I really had been good, keeping still through the entire thing. It was what my mistress had demanded of me, and I had done my best. There was never a question in my mind that I wouldn’t–the woman’s personality simply enslaved me.
I realized that with that R on my ass, I had made a lifetime commitment to my mistress, and was extremely pleased. When I left that day, she told me not to look at my ass until the next morning. I slept on my stomach that night, and when I awoke, I went to the mirror. There, on my right asscheek, was a big letter R, about two inches high and one inch wide. She had done a beautiful job.
Now, every time I see myself in a mirror, even without seeing the brand, and every time I feel a twinge in my ass, I realize that I will never see another mistress. I belong to Mistress Roseanne, and that’s all there is to it. It’s a great feeling.–Mr. John T., Via E-Mail
I am a forty-three-year-old woman, and I have been married for twenty years. During all that time I have been faithful to my husband, as straight as one of Robin Hood’s arrows. I have thought about other men, of course, but it has always been just that–a thought. That is, until my last business trip.
I have always hated traveling, especially alone, and it is something I rarely had to do. But this time my company had sent me to Los Angeles for an important conference.
At the seminar I met a lot of new people from far-flung branches of the company. One of them was a good-looking young black man in his early twenties named Lawrence. When he struck up a conversation with me during a break, I thought at first that he was just being polite. But I soon got the impression that he was actually attracted to me, despite the difference in our ages.
One night after the seminar the entire group went out for drinks. We all ended up back at the hotel bar, and closed it down around three in the morning. We were all pretty much wasted by the time we said good night and made our way back to our rooms.
After I had taken a quick shower and crawled into bed, my phone rang. It was Lawrence. I could tell he was still feeling the effects of the night’s drinking. After a bit of aimless small talk, he started telling me about how sexy he thought I was. He said he found me very attractive, and that he had always wanted to be with an experienced white female. I was convinced it was just the booze talking, and I finally said good night and hung up.
Within a few minutes, I heard a knock on my door. I got up, put on my robe and looked through the peephole. Of course it was Lawrence. I told him to go back to his room, but he started begging me to let him in, saying he just wanted to talk. As his voice got louder I was afraid he would cause a disturbance, so I finally opened the door and let him in.
He walked straight into the room and sat down on my bed. I just stood there in amazement. My surprise was a result not only of his boldness, but also of my response to it. I may still have been feeling the liquor myself, but suddenly I felt drawn to him. There was a tingling in my body, a kind of excitement that I hadn’t felt for years.
But I was still a respectable woman. I told him that it wasn’t right for him to be there, and that he had better leave. I explained that I was married, and that nothing was going to happen between us. Lawrence didn’t say a word in reply to this he just stood up and dropped his pants.
Now, I had heard a lot of stories about black men and their penis size. But I was shocked when I saw his. I couldn’t help but stare at it. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Even limp, it had to be at least nine inches long, and looked very thick as well. I felt my nipples getting stiff, and my crotch beginning to moisten. I was shocked at myself. I started to tell him again to leave, but the words wouldn’t come out of my throat.
He started stroking his cock then, saying he would love to make love to me. The tingle between my legs grew stronger as his cock started to grow. I couldn’t even believe what I was thinking. The thing got bigger and bigger as he kept stroking it. Then he began to walk toward me, still playing with that huge dong. I couldn’t even move. I just watched him coming.
I wasn’t frightened I knew he would leave if I really wanted him to. The trouble was, I didn’t. This young kid was so good-looking–and so very well hung! My fantasies had occasionally revolved around black men, but I had never thought I would actually go to bed with one. But there was no doubt about what my body wanted right now. And after all, my husband would never know.
When Lawrence got close to me, he took my hand and placed it on his cock, still stroking himself. Our two hands together couldn’t cover all of it. I looked down at that cock as we both stroked it at once. He asked me if I’d ever had a black man before, and I shook my head no. Then he took my other hand and placed it on his cock, removing his own, and just stood there while I caressed his black rod with both hands. Then he leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “What do you want to do with it?”
I knew what I wanted to do with it, and so did he. I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down. I went down rather easily, wondering if this wanton hussy was really me. Once on my knees I was looking straight at that black monster, close up. I was still amazed at its size. Without allowing myself to think, I placed my lips on the head of it. It was so thick I didn’t think I could get any of it into my mouth, but I tried, and I heard him moan.
I was definitely wet now between my legs. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking as much of him as possible. I had both hands on it along with my mouth, working them up and down his shaft. It was as hard as anything I’d ever known.
“Oh god, baby, I want to fuck you!” he said breathlessly. “I want to fuck you so much. I want to put my dick in your fine pussy and fuck you good and hard!”
His words drove me crazy. No one had ever spoken to me that way, not even my husband. I took my mouth off his cock and looked up into his eyes. “Well then,” I heard myself say, “why don’t you?”
With that he grabbed my arms, lifted me up and placed me on the bed. He had my robe off in about two seconds, and had stripped himself naked before I could blink. Suddenly I was lying on my back, and he was between my legs with his tongue deep inside my dripping pussy.
He ate pussy like a newcomer, not very subtly, but his voracious eagerness more than made up for that. I heard myself moaning loudly. At one point he pushed my legs higher and raised my ass cheeks off the bed. He licked around the rim of my asshole, and then actually stuck his tongue up my ass. My husband had never even thought of doing that to me, and if he had I probably wouldn’t have let him. But now it felt so good!
He moved back to my pussy then, and soon I was tossing about and clutching his hair in my hands as he licked and sucked and nibbled, until I actually screamed as I came, pushing my groin up against his face.
When he raised his head I could see my juices shining on his black face. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, putting his tongue in my mouth and letting me taste myself.
I felt his cock pressing at my pussy. I wanted it in there more than I had ever wanted anything, but I had to wonder if I would be able to take it. I spread my legs as wide as I could, raising my knees to make it easier for him. The head of his cock went in slowly, and I gasped with the pleasure of it even as I felt it spreading and stretching the walls of my pussy.
He was very gentle as he pushed more of himself inside me. I felt the pressure, but it was a heavenly feeling. I was moaning, telling him not to stop. He worked himself in very, very gradually, until he was completely inside me. It felt as though it was going to come out of my throat. I could do nothing but hold on to him, and even before he started moving I began to come.
I had orgasm after orgasm as Lawrence fucked me. He started slowly, but gradually increased the tempo of his movements as my cunt got wetter and wetter and took him more easily. I moved with him as best I could, gasping, yelling and saying things I had never said before, telling him to fuck me harder and to give me that big black dick. I couldn’t keep track of how many times I came.
He must have fucked me for at least half an hour before he worked himself up to a climax. Then he said he wanted to come in my mouth, which is another thing I had never let my husband do. But I was ready to do anything for this man.
He pulled out and moved up over me, bringing his cock to my mouth. As I took it in he held onto my hair and started to groan. I again took as much of it as I could, stroking the shaft and licking the head with my tongue as he groaned and started to throb. Then he shot.
I had never seen so much come in all my life. He filled my mouth, and I tried to swallow it, but couldn’t handle it all. A lot of it dripped down my chin and onto my chest. And it just kept coming. I milked him dry, and took the last drops on my face. It was like being baptized, and indeed I felt that I had been born again.
Lawrence spent the night with me, taking me two more times before morning. He said he wanted to do me anally, but he was afraid he was too big for that. Still, just the thought of it made me shiver with lust, and he fingered me there until I came again.
I came home from that trip with a big smile on my face, and a renewed libido that seemed to make my husband very happy. I also surprised my boss by telling him that I was now up for any more business trips he might want me to take in the future. Now that I’ve tasted the wilder side, I have the feeling that there are a lot of other guys out there just waiting for me.–D.N., Houston, Texas
I am a fifty-four-year-old man married to a forty-two-year-old woman named Norma. Norma is tall, blonde and beautiful, with long, gorgeous legs and great tits.
On our first date we went out to dinner, and then I took her to my house. As soon as we got inside I kissed her. Within fifteen seconds she was giving me a blowjob, and within two minutes we were fucking. We were married a year later.
Sometimes when we lay in bed after a fuck session, Norma would tell me about some of the guys she had fucked in the past. This would make me so horny that I would fuck her again. The thought of her doing it with other guys really turned me on. In fact, it turned me on so much that finally I asked her to please start fucking around on me, and then tell me all the details and let me have sloppy seconds. For a long time Norma would just smile and say she would think about it.
Then a twenty-three-year old army lieutenant named Jason moved into an apartment in our building. It wasn’t long before we met him at one of the many small neighborhood parties. He was tall, good-looking and well built, with blond hair and a deep tan. Exactly the type my wife likes.
I could see that she was attracted to Jason, and after that whenever I would eat her pussy, I would ask her to close her eyes and pretend it was Jason eating her out, and then fucking her. She would start to moan, and almost immediately have an orgasm.
She finally admitted that she would really like to fuck Jason, and she started flirting with him whenever they met. But either Jason was shy, or else he did not want to mess with a married woman, especially one whose husband he knew, and Norma was getting frustrated.
So one day I took Jason out for a few beers, and I told him that Norma really wanted to fuck him, and that it was more than okay with me. He didn’t really say anything at the time, but I thought he looked interested.
Two days later my wife went to his apartment, and when he answered the door she just started kissing him. She then took his shirt off and kissed her way down to his pants. Then it was off with his pants for the blowjob of his life.
They fucked all night. When Norma got home at six in the morning, she had a hell of a grin on her face. She told me everything that had happened, in detail, and we fucked for two more hours.
After that Norma started going over to Jason’s once or twice a week for three or four hours of great sex. From what she told me, they would get naked right away and then make out for a few minutes. Then my wife would kiss his body all over, then suck his dick until he came in her mouth. She loved to swallow his come, especially before they fucked, because that was when he had the most cream for her to swallow.
After that Jason would fuck her in every position they could think of. He would come in her three or four times each night. Ah, it’s wonderful to be young!
When she came home she would tell me every detail of the evening, and we would fuck like crazy.
Norma told me that Jason especially liked to tit-fuck her and then come all over her tits and face. I asked her if that did anything for her, and she said she couldn’t stop moaning while he did it. Sometimes she would come home covered with dried come, and I would lick it off for her. It made me so hard I wanted to fuck her forever.
Now Jason has moved away, but I still tell her to think about him whenever I eat her pussy, which I do a lot. Man, she just moans and comes like crazy. After he left, she tried a couple of other guys, but they were in their forties, and she said they couldn’t do for her what a younger man could. So now she has her eye on a twenty-one-year-old college student who just moved in down the block. Maybe I ought to take him out for a couple of beers.–N.L., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Joanne and I worked in the same building, and occasionally we would run into each other as we went about our tasks. I found her extremely attractive, and we always seemed to get along well, so finally one day I asked her to lunch.
I remember that first lunch date almost as if it were yesterday. The energy between us was intense, and we hit it off really well. On the way back to the office I casually reached across the car seat and put my hand on her thigh. There was an immediate electricity between us, and although I only touched her for a moment, we knew we couldn’t stop there.
Our first kiss came during a quick coffee break away from the office. It was a moment we’d both been hesitant about–I was married, and Joanne had a more or less steady boyfriend–but one which we had both looked forward to with eager anticipation.
Things progressed quickly, and we made arrangements to take an afternoon off together, ostensibly to go hiking, though we both knew the real reason. After a rather hurried lunch we drove to a secluded park on the edge of the metropolitan area. We changed out of our office attire into hiking clothes right there in the car. Seeing Joanne in her blue panties was an exciting prelude for me, and I couldn’t wait to find a private spot along one of the trails.
As soon as we found that secluded spot, we went at each other like two wild animals, quickly stripping each other’s clothes off. The cool June breeze was an invigorating contrast to our warm skin, her hot moist pussy and my hard, burning cock. After anticipating this for so long, it didn’t take either of us very long to climax, but we reveled in every passionate second.
Over the next few weeks we arranged several more meetings. We would have lunch at a fine restaurant, or sometimes just picnic in the park. We would find a spot to park beside the river, or deep inside the park, and often I’d be treated to one of her mind-shattering blowjobs. Joanne told me that she thought of oral sex as an extension of kissing, and watching my cock disappear to the base in her sexy mouth was an incredible experience. No woman before or since has been so damn good at sucking my prick.
Joanne was a beautiful woman, and she always planned her wardrobe around our times together. Her taste in clothes was impeccable, and what lay underneath each of her outfits was always the best part. For her, lingerie was a real turn-on. Fucking her with her panties on is a memory that still gets me hard, and she loved it. She’d pull them to one side and guide my cock up her juicy cunt while she whispered to me about the next pair of panties she was planning to surprise me with. I never got a chance to rummage through her lingerie collection, but she once gave me a pair of soft, lacy panties as a memento of our trysts.
She loved seeing me in sexy, silky underwear too, and delighted in raising a wet spot through the fancy shorts she bought me–and often through my trousers as well, as she would slowly stroke my erection on the way back to the office.
One Saturday afternoon we met at a local motel, and there we spent some time languidly playing with ourselves while we avidly watched each other. In my eyes the oozing precome that seeped from my cock was no match for the glistening, creamy wetness on her finger as it slid past her labia, then over her bulging clit. I told her I wanted to taste it, and she brought her fingers to my mouth and let me lick them clean then she asked the same favor of me. That was the start of one of our wildest afternoons ever.
But as much as I was obsessed with Joanne and her wonderful body, I eventually broke off our relationship. Guilt and worry over losing my wife finally overcame even my desire to climb into bed with Joanne, to savor her in her bra and panties, or in her tiny elegant thong, or in nothing at all. Though she was disappointed, she understood, and we remained friends, and saw each other off and on over the next twelve years. Our visits were always polite and enjoyable, and we never discussed our former affair. My wife Dorothy became acquainted with her too, and after she got married we occasionally had her and her husband as party guests, or the four of us all went out to dinner together. It was a little odd at times, all of us sitting and chatting around the dinner table, and I often wondered if Joanne’s memories were as strong as mine.
One morning, not long after one of these dinner parties, Joanne and I got together for a casual breakfast. We sat in an open-air restaurant drinking coffee, nibbling on Danish and eating our omelets while we made the usual small talk. When we were finished, I walked her to her car, where our lively conversation continued as we stood in the parking lot. Then things took an unexpected turn.
I don’t really remember how the transition occurred, but we suddenly found ourselves talking about how much we’d enjoyed our brief affair, years ago. Visions of Joanne naked on a bed, her legs spread invitingly as she beckoned me to lick her cunt, flashed into my head. I told her then how much I’d always loved the lingerie she would surprise me with, and as I did so I found myself trying to imagine what she was wearing under her beige denim jumper. Joanne must have been reading my mind, for just as I was fantasizing about her in panties, she offered me a peek at what she was wearing right then. For a moment I could only stare at her. Then, with a sensuous smile, she unbuttoned her jumper and gave me a quick glance at the reddest pair of panties I had ever seen, trimmed in lace. Just as quickly, they disappeared, and she buttoned up that beige portal to paradise.
“Oh my god,” was all I could say, and then: “Joanne, you are a temptress, and I could be very naughty right now.”
Her smile was as sensuous as before, and there was a kind of dare in it too. “So what’s stopping you?” she asked.
That did it. Her car stayed where it was, and the two of us speedily climbed into my pickup. I headed west, out toward the reservoir, where I knew the parking areas and roadways would be nearly deserted on a weekday morning. Joanne sat turned toward me, her jumper riding high on her bare thighs. Knowing there was no turning back now, I unbuttoned her jumper from the bottom up, just far enough to see those red panties that I’d only caught a glimpse of in the parking lot. I stroked her panty-clad pussy, feeling my cock rage inside my shorts as I touched the warm, moistening mound I was feasting my eyes on.
The three or four miles to the reservoir seemed like an unbearably long drive, but we eventually got there and found a spot where we were alone. The risk of being discovered by a boater or a park ranger seemed not to matter at all as Joanne lay across the front seat, jumper around her waist, knees in the air. By now, her excitement and anticipation had dampened the crotch of her panties, and the enticing aroma of her wet pussy permeated the cab of my truck. I eased her legs further apart, and slid my finger under the elastic of the thin red panties, slowly pushing the soaked material aside.
Her neatly trimmed bush glistened as I drove my fingers, first one, then another, into her snatch. Withdrawing them, I raised them to my mouth and licked them clean. Joanne’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, and her soft moans encouraged me. I dove now between her thighs, and ran my tongue over the silky, shiny material of her panties. The sensation, the taste, the scent was incredible. I thrust my face even closer as I pulled the fabric aside again, savoring my first taste of that wet, juicy pussy in years.
Joanne could not control herself. She pawed like a beast at my head, pressing her legs against it as if she was trying to pull me inside her. She writhed and twisted, shouting, “Oh fuck, lick my pussy, baby, that feels so fucking wonderful!” I was only too happy to oblige her, and I eagerly lapped at her swollen labia, pressing my tongue against her clit. Only a few moments later, she came. Her orgasm caused me to swell with pride, and with the anticipation of my own release.
She had barely recovered from her climax before she was sitting across my knees, tearing impatiently at the zipper on my jeans. As soon as they were open her hand reached inside my shorts and grasped for the stiff pole that was straining eagerly to be freed. She slid off my legs to the floor of the car, yanked my jeans and shorts down over my balls and swallowed me whole. I gave a gasp and then a great sigh of pleasure, and breathlessly told her how much I had missed having her suck my cock.
“You are so damn good, Joanne!” I moaned. “It feels incredible! Much more of that, and I’m going to come in your mouth.”
“Is that what you want, baby?” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want. Do you want to come in my mouth, or in my pussy?”
“Your pussy,” I gasped. “Please put it in that beautiful pussy of yours.”
While I hated to leave her mouth, I knew that what awaited me there between her legs was every bit as soft, and warm, and wet. She rose again and slid forward onto my lap, reaching for me with one hand and pulling her sexy red panties aside with the other. The sensation of entering her was more than pleasurable, and better than all the masturbatory fantasies I’d had of her during the years since our affair. Seeing my cock consumed by that hot box of hers, and feeling the silk of her panties brushing against it, I knew this wasn’t going to last much longer.
We fucked with total abandon, up and down, up and down. Her cream ran onto my balls and wet the seat beneath us. I thrust deeply, the desire to prolong the incredible pleasure betrayed by the clamoring pressure in my balls, and the otherworldly sensation of being buried in her hot flesh. When I came, she came with me, and for a long moment it was as though we had left this earth. It was an experience that defies description.
Finally we straightened our garments and I drove us back to the restaurant, where she had left her car. A few months after that, Joanne called me to say that she was leaving her husband, taking her children and moving to New England. If I never see her again it’s probably for the best but I know I will never stop thinking about our passionate affair and its brief but unforgettable sequel.–Name and address withheld
I was heading west on the Interstate, thinking about the call that had led up to this trip. Samantha and I had become good friends several years before, when we had done some temporary work in the Cleveland office of the company that we both worked for, though she was based in Pittsburgh and I in Philadelphia. We had been staying at the same motel, and one thing had led rather rapidly to another, until by the end of that week were were also sharing the same room.
We had spoken on the phone several times since then, and had gotten together on one occasion about two years ago for a brief afternoon of hot sex in a motel in my area. This time, however, she wanted me to come to her, and I hadn’t hesitated to say yes. I knew she liked to fuck hard and fast, and that she would let me have as much as I could handle.
I was in my old pickup truck, and as I had told my wife I was taking the day off to go fishing, I hadn’t dressed up at all, a decision which I would soon regret. I already had a semi-erection, and precome seemed to be constantly oozing out of my dick. My underpants would be sticky before I got to her, so I tried to think about fishing instead.
She had told me which exit to take, and following the directions she had given me, I easily found the restaurant she had designated as our meeting place. I turned into the parking lot, looking for her van–a silver Dodge, she had said. And there it was. I pulled into the nearest empty space, which was not too close it was around lunch time, and the place was crowded. I got out and walked toward the van, quite nervous, and with the head of my dick getting wet again.
She was looking the other way, but I could see she had her hair done up nicely, and was wearing a smart-looking jacket. Then she turned my way. Sure enough, her hair was great, her makeup was perfect and her earrings set off her very pretty face. The sight of her instantly sent my temperature up, along with my prick.
She smiled at me, but I could tell she was giving my clothes a “what-the-hell-is-that” look. She opened the van door to greet me, and I immediately began apologizing for my outfit. Samantha assured me it was no big deal, but when I saw the rest of her clothes I felt worse. She was wearing an elegant, rather diaphanous white blouse that hugged her breasts and made me think there wasn’t any bra holding those great tits in place. She also wore a short blue pleated skirt, black hose that went up who knows how high, and sexy black high-heeled shoes. The jacket I had noticed before covered her shoulders and was open just enough to bring my eyes to those swaying breasts.
Samantha told me she had wanted to meet here because it was easy to find, but that our ultimate destination was a Holiday Inn about a quarter mile away. Neither of us wanted to waste time eating lunch, so we both got back into our vehicles and I followed her to the motel. The drive took about two minutes, but seemed an eternity.
When we got there I jumped out and went in to register. I got the key and went over to give Samantha the room number. She said to go on in, and she would follow in a minute. I did what I was told, leaving the door slightly open, and waited impatiently.
Finally she came in. There was a slight awkwardness at first although we wanted to jump at each other, we both felt a certain constraint. Maybe it was because we hadn’t seen each other in a long time. Maybe it was because of the different ways we were dressed.
Anyway, we sat down next to each other on the bed and made small talk for a few minutes, catching up on what had been happening in each other’s life over the past two years. But finally the way she looked became too much for me, and I leaned toward her and began kissing her lightly on the lips. I knew she liked the way I kissed from our past encounters, so I kept it up for a while, finally working my way down her cheek, onto her neck and behind her ears.
I was remembering her terrific tits and I was in a hurry to get to them, so I slipped her jacket off her shoulders. The silky white blouse, so thin it was almost transparent, presented almost no barrier between them and my hands as I slid my eager palms under and around each breast in turn. I tweaked her nipples lightly, recalling how big and beautiful they were, and they hardened even more, poking with a bold assertiveness against her blouse.
I was dying to find out how high the black stockings went up, but I figured I should work my way down slowly. I unbuttoned three of the buttons on her blouse and slipped my hand inside, and I actually felt lightheaded from the rush it gave me. Her nipples were even springier and more exciting to the touch than I remembered. I asked her to stand in front of me so I could admire her, though a part of me instantly regretted it, thinking of being able to instantly bury my face in those titties as I set them free. But it was too late. She stood and placed her body directly in front of me.
She helped me now as I finished unbuttoning her blouse, and I could see that she was almost as eager as I was. I pushed the tails of the blouse back, keeping them tucked into the skirt. Those magnificent tits were staring at me, the nipples pointing up as if demanding my attention. Her breasts were perfect. Perfectly round, perfectly full, with perfect round pinkish-brown areolae surrounding those big perfect nipples standing out like thumbs. I leaned toward her to put my mouth on them, and she leaned also, meeting me halfway, thrusting those perfect melons in my face. I licked lightly at first, but as I heard her breathing begin to quicken I nibbled at them softly and then took them into my mouth, moving back and forth between them.
My hands were free after their unbuttoning chore, and I had to check out her ass. I slipped my hand up under her skirt from behind. It was wonderful to feel her ass cheeks, but I was actually surprised to find that she was wearing panties. There was something strange about their texture, however. I had to see what was there, so I lifted up the skirt to take a look. There was her nicely trimmed pussy, only six inches from my face, and covered only by a pair of fishnet bikini panties. A black garter belt held up those stockings, which rose almost to her pussy. This was all too much, and I really needed to stand back and get some perspective, or I would have just started fucking the daylights out of her right then.
As I stood up, Samantha started to unbutton my shirt, but I held her hands away and asked her to turn around a couple of times so I could look at all of her treasures. She took three steps backward to give me a more all-encompassing view, and then turned around twice. Her tits swayed with the movement, but the skirt blocked my view of her pussy. Realizing this, Samantha began to turn faster, almost spinning, so that the skirt flared out, showing me all of it–the black hose held up by the black garter belt, and the black fishnet panties that did nothing to hide the view of her pussy and ass as she turned around and around.
Although the panties didn’t interfere with the view, I still wanted to see her without them, and maybe even fuck her with just her stockings and garter belt on, so I asked her to take off the panties. In fact, I insisted on helping with this maneuver. She moved close to me, and I got a hint of a lovely perfume as I once again lifted her skirt. I unsnapped the garters and slid the belt upward to free the panties, then slowly slid the fishnets down. This operation required close attention, and brought my face within two or three inches of the furry triangle that I so desperately wanted to get into. The panties slid down her firm, curvy legs and she raised each of them in turn as I pulled them over her high-heeled shoes. I tried to slip the panties into my pocket, but she caught me, so I threw them onto the nightstand next to the bed, planning to get them later.
Now she was standing there with her blouse pulled back, her tits exposed, her skirt hiked up and her garter belt, hose and pussy on display, as well as those legs in her high heels. This was perfect, but I was still fully dressed. Samantha reached for the buttons of my shirt again, and this time I let her open them. I would have liked her to unzip my pants too, but I had it done before she could get there. She did bend to slide my jeans off as I kicked off my shoes. Then she reached out to stroke and squeeze my very erect dick through my shorts.
We toppled onto the bed at this point, with me on top, kissing frantically. I slipped my hands around her back, feeling her skin and the silky blouse at the same time. Then, as if with a life of their own, those hands slid between us, over her stomach and down into the fur forest. I didn’t stop to burrow deeply though, as I wanted to feel the length of those hose-covered legs. But moving back up over her thighs, my fingers slowed as they approached her pussy. It was warm and moist and soft, and I lingered there, my index finger stroking her rapidly moistening slit. I spread her labia to feel the little hard nubbin of her clit, and she moaned softly. She began to whisper in my ear, telling me how much she liked what I was doing as my finger probed her sweet opening. She was slick and wet now, and the finger went in easily, even though it was as tight a pussy as any man would want.
I had turned my body to the side slightly by now, so I could kiss her tits and nipples while fingering her cunt. I moved my head down to lick at her stomach, then moved back up to her nipples and from there to her neck, trying not to get hung up on any one spot. Meanwhile her hands were getting to work on me, stroking my back, my ass and occasionally my dick, through my briefs. But those briefs were not in the way for long Samantha grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, easing them over my stiff dick. She slid them down my legs and I kicked them off.
I was more than ready to fuck her now, but Samantha seemed in less of a hurry as we lay side by side, my dick poking into her belly, her soft tits pressing my chest, and those hose-covered legs rubbing my legs as she flexed her knees. I knew she wanted more kissing and cuddling, and I did my best to restrain myself and comply, knowing that the ultimate reward would be all the greater when it finally came. I was oozing precome all over her stomach, and at one point she reached down to get some on her fingers. Playfully she brought her hand to her mouth, looking at me with fire in her eyes as she licked my juices from her fingers.
Don’t ask me how, but I knew instinctively that this was a signal that she was ready, and god knows I was. I gently pushed her onto her back and rose above her, lying with my dick in contact with her clitoris. My hands were caressing her head, my fingers running through her scented hair. She rubbed her hands over my chest, then slid them down and around to my ass. She rubbed my buttocks and traced one finger up the crack of my ass before sliding her hands up my back to my neck.
Enough was enough. I wiggled my ass as I poised my dick for the grand entry, and Samantha reached down to adjust it as well. She stroked it a few times, which nearly brought me to the brink right there. Then she guided it right to her love canal, and took it in. That cunt was super-tight all right, but it was also plenty wet by now, and my dick was in all the way with about four strokes.
I pumped gently at first, but from the way Samantha was moving her hips I knew she wanted it harder. I turned up the speed and power a notch, until my balls were banging against her pussy, and our flesh slapped together noisily each time I thrust my prick all the way inside her.
I knew I wasn’t going to last long at this rate, but I figured I’d make up for it later. Sure enough, about four minutes into our full-speed fuckfest I began to come as if I hadn’t been laid for a year. I knew Samantha had not come, but again, I knew that we had plenty of time.
I rolled off and lay beside her to catch my breath, my dick leaving a shiny trail of semen and pussy juice as it grazed across her leg, staying fairly firm even after coming like a freight train. Samantha stood up slowly and took off her blouse, which I had almost forgotten she was still wearing. The skirt came off next, but she surprised and pleased me by leaving on the stockings, garter belt and shoes.
By the time she climbed back in next to me I was already fully hard again, and I asked her if she liked fucking doggie-style. For an answer she rolled away from me, bringing her knees up under her and raising her ass in the air. She rested her face on her arms, and was all set to go. I sat up quickly to check out this sight, and it was wonderful. Samantha’s ass was round and white, contrasting with the black hose and garter belt, and the shoes she still wore gave a piquant accent to the whole thing. I couldn’t wait to climb up behind her, snuggle my hips up against that smooth round ass and bang her in the way we both wanted and needed.
Samantha looked around to see what was taking so long. I took the hint and moved behind her on my knees. My cock was quite firm as I rubbed it over her buttocks and slid it up and down the crack of her ass. Then I brought it lower, until it was once again poised at the opening of her very slick cunt.
This was one of my favorite ways of fucking, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come, even though I had just had a great orgasm a few minutes earlier. Samantha groaned happily as I pushed into her, and pushed back at me as I began to thrust in and out with a fair amount of energy, rubbing my hands all over her ass cheeks and occasionally leaning forward so I could slide my hands around to her front. That way I could fondle her tits and reach down to run my fingers through her bush and over her clit. But most of the time I was kneeling upright as much as possible, with my hands on her ass, keeping my balance as I went to town screwing her. I even gave those ass cheeks a light slap once in a while, which only seemed to add to her burgeoning passion.
I was in paradise as I looked down to see my prick sliding in and out of that juicy pussy, it’s glistening shaft disappearing completely with each stroke. I could see her asshole winking at me temptingly, and I wondered if I would get to fuck it. We had never done that, and I wasn’t sure Samantha was into it, but if not that was fine. I had no complaints.
This fucking went on for probably ten or twelve minutes–punctuated by the wonderful slap, slap, slap of my thighs against her smooth ass cheeks each time I pumped myself into her–before I was ready to launch another load of hot sperm into her snatch. I groaned as the spasms started, leaning forward to slip my arms around her and grasp her breasts, holding on to them as I came magnificently. This orgasm was even better than the first one.
I flopped onto the bed and helped Samantha roll onto her back again. Cuddling up close, she pulled the covers up over us and asked if I thought that was good. “Hell yes, it was great!” I told her, and that was obviously what she wanted to hear, as she kissed me lovingly.
For the next half hour we talked and cuddled, and may have even dozed a little. But with that body beside me, there was no way I could keep my mind off sex for long.
I knew I wanted a little oral sex from Samantha, but she had already told me she didn’t swallow, nor could I come in her mouth. That was just something she never had a desire to do. She wouldn’t even do it for her husband. But she was quite willing to suck on me for a while when I suggested it and that was good enough for me. She slid down under the covers, heading straight for my sticky, semi-tumescent dick. But then she came back up and said she thought maybe we should take a shower first. That was fine with me in fact, it sounded like fun, even though it meant that she would finally be taking off the shoes and stockings. But hell, you can’t have everything.
She immediately headed for the bathroom to start the shower water running. I really wanted to help her out of the hose and garter belt, but she was already stripping them off when I got to the bathroom. I figured watching could be almost as much fun, so I let her continue peeling the hose down, kicking off the shoes and rolling the stockings over her feet. I could see a trail of love juice running from her vagina to the top of one of the stockings before she took it off. She pitched the garments out the door, grinning at me as if she knew that I might try to steal them too. She was right.
Naked now, Samantha tested the water and climbed into the shower, with me right behind. She asked me to wash her back, which I did, and of course I let my soapy hands slide around to her breasts and down to her ass, massaging it playfully as I washed. Then one of the hands went between her legs, and after a while we weren’t playing any more. Samantha was half squatting, her legs splayed apart to give me maximum access, moaning and gasping as I fingered and tickled her clit and probed her vagina. My free hand moved up to her breast, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple. My cock was pressed against her back, stiff as a board as I finally brought her to climax, and it was only with difficulty that she kept her footing in the shower stall. When she regained her equilibrium she turned around and kissed me, throwing her arms around me and pressing her naked body hard against mine. I almost came as well, but I wanted to save myself for what was yet to transpire.
We finally emerged from the shower, Samantha looking extremely beautiful with the water glistening all over her body, dripping from each nipple and from her pubic hair. We quickly dried each other off and headed back to the bed.
Again we talked for a while, this time mostly about our families and their activities. Each of us knew about the other’s spouse and children we had told each other about their interests, their likes and dislikes and so on, and had even shared pictures. Then suddenly, out of the blue, Samantha astonished me when she said that her husband was interested in watching us fuck–and even participating! This was a shock to me. When she asked again if I had liked her outfit, I thought she was changing the subject but when I repeated that I thought it was super-sexy and a real turn on, she told me that her husband had picked it out for her that morning, knowing where she was going and what she would be doing! I didn’t know what to say, and I finally changed the subject myself, but the idea stayed in the back of my mind, and it was erotic enough to bring my thoughts back to the subject of oral sex.
Samantha, as if she had read my mind, once again headed for my crotch, pushing the covers off herself. She turned so that she lay between my legs, her face level with my tool but able to look up into my eyes, which she did as she slid her hands up the inside of my thighs and lightly touched my balls with her fingertips. This made my prick jump, and she smiled and looked down at it as she grabbed it and began to stroke it slowly, her mouth within an inch of that throbbing piece of flesh. To my surprise, however, she went first for my balls, which hung fairly low and loose after the hot shower. Samantha made them tighten up again by teasing my scrotum with her tongue, running it up and down and around with the lightest of touches. Then, taking one ball into her mouth, she rolled it around, but gently enough so that I felt only pleasure, no pain.
When she released my ball from her mouth, the next thing she took in there was the head of my dick. I heard myself gasp as I felt that warm wet mouth surrounding me, the soft lips, the sweet caressing tongue. When she began to bob her head, taking half my staff inside that mouth with each stroke while caressing the other half with her fingers, I could barely control the moans that issued from my throat. She seemed to like to look up and watch my face while she was doing this, and I didn’t have to put on an act to convince her that it was truly pleasurable.
As good as it felt, it only lasted about five or six minutes. We both knew that if it went on it was going to end in a great gush of semen in her mouth, so we got back to other things. I figured it was my turn to do the oral thing.
I have never been a great fan of pussy eating, and had told her so. But I could do no less for her than she had done for me, so I went down between her legs, which gave me a lovely close-up view of her pussy. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and the outer lips of her cunt were full and puffy. They were naturally that way, but the look had probably been enhanced by the pounding they had recently taken. In any case, they looked great. The inner lips peeked out around the clitoris area, and I spread them with both hands, then leaned into her crotch and began licking her directly on the clit. Samantha clutched at my hair and pushed her hips up, grinding herself into my face. I enjoyed the fact that I was pleasing her, but I still didn’t enjoy the act itself as much as I think she would have wanted me to. I managed to last long enough to bring her to another climax, after which I gladly headed back up to lie next to her.
I was more than ready for a good old-fashioned fuck, so I maneuvered my body on top of hers, kissing her mouth, her face, her neck and her breasts. My dick had gone down a little, but a bit of stroking on her part brought it right back again. She guided it into her, and I began to pump her hard right away. This session would take a little more time, since I’d had two nut-busting orgasms already.
Samantha whispered into my ear as I worked my dick in and out of her. Her talk was not really dirty, just sexy enough to keep me hot. Her body moved wonderfully in rhythm with my strokes, and the sensation of her long legs curled around my waist made me crazy. This time I lasted at least twenty minutes before shooting all I had into her luscious body.
Of course I realized that although I had brought Samantha to orgasm once with my fingers and once with my tongue, she had not yet come while we were fucking, whereas I had come three times. I asked her about this, and she told me that she seldom had an orgasm while fucking, but she loved it anyway, and as long as she got off somehow she didn’t really care. Then she asked me if I would like to watch her make herself come, and of course I said yes. Watching her play with herself would surely get me ready for yet another go-round.
Samantha spread her legs and brought her hands to her crotch. She began by rubbing all around her pubic hair, both hands working, and then parted her inner lips, dipping her fingers into her vagina to gather some lubricating juices. She flicked her fingers across her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Occasionally she took a break to caress the lower part of her pussy, stroking along the crease between her leg and her groin and trailing her fingers across her lower belly.
I watched closely for a while, and then bent down to kiss her tits and suck her nipples, still watching her hands. She liked it when I lightly cupped her breasts, sliding my hands around them, along her sides and onto her stomach. She brought her knees up and spread them, working at herself with concentration, her eyes closed, her head rolling slowly from side to side. It took about fifteen minutes of this to bring her close to climax, and now she was panting and moaning softly, arching her back and rotating her pelvis strongly. Then she came finally, with a keening cry of completion, and at last lay back with a sigh.
It was a wonderful show, and I was indeed ready for some more nookie. But when I reached down to touch her pussy she pulled away, saying she needed a few minutes before I could touch her there. I understood, and gave her all the time she needed, talking to her and rubbing her shoulders. After a while she began to respond to the rubbing, so I expanded it to other areas of her body. When she pulled me on top of her I knew she was ready again too.
I wasn’t sure I would even be able to come another time, but I sure wanted to try. This was again a straight fuck, with me on top, and to nobody’s surprise it was the longest one yet. Samantha didn’t come again, but she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Finally there was the familiar feeling of pressure building up in my balls, and it was with great pleasure, if not with the same intensity as before, that I squirted my semen deep into her cunt.
I rolled off once again, almost out of breath, but even then wondering if it would be possible to get one more come out of my penis before it was shot for the day. Obviously I would need some time to recover again, so we again talked for a while, this time kissing off and on. The kissing was fine, but we seemed to be running out of things to talk about.
When I asked if I could fuck her one more time, she said sure. I climbed back on top, but it took a fair amount of stroking on her part to make my cock hard enough to get into her pussy. Once I was in there it swelled to its full size, but it felt a little raw, and I knew it would be worse the next day. I thought briefly about my wife, and hoped she wouldn’t be in the mood tonight, as it would hardly be possible for me to do anything for her.
But it was all worth it just to be inside this wonderful woman, and I pumped away at her until I again felt my climax upon me, and I let loose. Although I spasmed as usual, it was pretty much a dry run, but that was fine too. Anyway, the sheets were already so wet with come that we would have had to get out of bed to avoid drowning if any more had appeared!
I knew that this was the end of things for today, and Samantha did too. We headed for the shower again, this time to rinse off quickly. Then we dried off and began to get dressed.
Samantha put her blouse and skirt back on, and her shoes, but didn’t bother with the panties, garter belt or stockings. When she saw the wistful look on my face, she laughed and handed them to me, telling me I could have them for a souvenir. I thanked her with a passionate kiss, and I almost thought I might be able to get it up and fuck her again. But it was mostly wishful thinking.
We kissed again and said good-bye before walking out of the motel room and heading for our cars. Samantha got into her van, waved and drove off. I started my truck and headed back to the Interstate, wondering if we would ever get together again, or if this was the last of the good times for us. Then I remembered what she had told me about her husband, how he had said he wanted to watch us sometime.
Well, why not . . . –N. J., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Work had started to get the best of me lately. It seemed I was always on the job, never at home, and my home chores were stacking up terribly. I tried my best to keep up, but was failing in a big way. My husband works long hours too, and by the time we got home at night we were both too exhausted to even think of chores. So needless to say, the house was a mess.
When the weekend arrived I knew I had to get some things done around the house. I tried to sleep in, but habit got me out of the bed by seven o’clock. My first cup of coffee got me going, and I was able to knock out a few things that were really getting out of hand. I had several errands that I had to run, too. Like going to the grocery store and buying some groceries. The cupboards are often completely bare at our house. It’s so sad.
My hubby Frank and I sat down to have a chat about what we could do to remedy this situation. He told me that he had a couple of good ideas. I told him I couldn’t wait to hear them, and when I got back from shopping we would sit down together and he could tell me all about what he had in mind. I grabbed my grocery list and off I went.
I got into my pickup and headed for town. It was kind of nice to be in the truck and not be headed to work. Even though I was running errands, it was still nice to be able to think of other things besides my job. I turned the radio up, and before I knew it I was lost in the music. I was actually beginning to relax, something I don’t think I’d done very much in the past month. I didn’t even realize how stressed I had been until I started relaxing.
The song that was playing on the radio was about a couple getting together and making love. Damn, I could not even remember the last time I made love. Now that really sucked. I needed to get me some. Thoughts of foreplay began racing through my mind. My nipples hardened with the visions I was having. I began to tug at them. It felt so good. They were so hard. Just tweaking those stiffening nipples made my pussy start to quiver.
I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and found myself a spot that was a little off the beaten path. I just sat there in my truck, with my hands up my shirt, tugging and pulling at my hard nipples. This action caused a reaction. My pussy was throbbing, and I was making little dry-fucking movements, which weren’t helping matters any. I had jeans on, and the seam at the crotch was rubbing at my clit. I couldn’t take much more of this.
I knew I had to stop or I would be sitting there in that parking lot, coming all over myself. I had never done anything like that before. I was always in control. I’d often been horny, and had thought about bringing myself off in inappropriate places, but had never actually carried through with it. I knew I had to get a grip. I was breathing hard, even moaning a little at how good it felt. Then a car door shut somewhere nearby, and I was jolted back to reality.
I put myself back in order, picked up my purse and headed for the store. With every step I took the seam of my jeans continued to rub my clit. I pulled the seam away from my crotch, so I could at least walk without having an erotic reaction.
The store was packed, and I was momentarily distracted from my erotic thoughts. I soon had a shopping basket full of groceries, but waiting in the checkout line seemed to take forever. I guess it always does when you’re in a hurry. My mind started drifting again, and I couldn’t wait to get back to my truck and get home. I couldn’t help it that my thoughts were focused on getting laid. I was more than ready to get some long-overdue fucking.
The cashier finally began to ring up my groceries, and I was forced back to reality again. I got out my checkbook and wrote out a check as the bag boy loaded the bags into my cart. He asked me if I needed help, and I said no. I was in such a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t want anything or anyone slowing me down. I got all the bags into the truck and headed out of the parking lot. Finally I was on my way home.
All the way back I could think of nothing but getting hold of my husband and getting laid. I couldn’t believe how horny I was, just thinking about it. I could feel my pussy beginning to twitch again. It felt good, but it also reminded me of how long it had been since I’d been fucked really well. I began to have all these fantasies, visualizing Frank and me in different positions. I got so caught up in these thoughts that I swear I could almost feel a hard cock shoving in and out of me.
As I pulled into the driveway I looked around the yard to see where my husband was. I didn’t see him anywhere. I hit the button to raise the garage door, and as soon as it went up I pulled into my spot. All I could think of was getting those groceries into the house and finding Frank. I reached to open the door, and my husband was standing right there. He had startled me, and I jumped a little.
“What took you so long?” he asked.
I just looked at him in surprise. “Why, did you miss me?” was all I said.
He evidently had missed me, and for the same reason I’d been missing him. He opened the door and pulled me out of the truck, then pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shirt over my head. Before I could even believe what he was doing, he had unfastened my bra and was hungrily sucking my nipples. I was in shock. This couldn’t really be happening right there in the garage. But it felt so good! What the hell, who cared where it was?
He was sucking and biting at my nipples, making my whole body throb with passion. Of course he had no way of knowing what I had been thinking about while I was gone, but he had obviously been thinking along the same lines. Thinking about how long it had been since we’d fucked. He was moaning with pleasure now. So was I.
He reached down to unzip my jeans. I stopped him just long enough to remind him of the groceries, but he said he had other things on his mind besides some damn groceries. To show me what he meant, he placed my hand on his crotch. I sucked in a deep breath as I felt his huge swollen cock. I wiggled out of my jeans and immediately reached to unzip his. I had to have that throbbing cock in my hands right then.
There we were, both of us standing in the garage with our pants off, kissing and feeling each other up like we were horny teenagers. His cock was so hard that I couldn’t wait to have it. I got down on my knees, wildly anticipating giving him head. As he stood in front of me his cock was jerking up and down. Just looking at it was driving me crazy. I could feel my pussy juices start to run down my leg.
I moved my mouth toward the thick head of his hot, hard cock. As I took it in, he groaned loudly with pleasure. I knew how good having his dick in my mouth made him feel. I turned him around a little so he could lean up against the wall and be more comfortable. He began to fuck slowly in and out of my mouth. It felt so good! I could taste the first drops of his precome, and it drove me wild. I grabbed his ass to make him fuck my mouth harder and faster, but he pulled my hands away, doing it his way, screwing my mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I didn’t know about him, but I was almost ready to come. But I tried to forced myself to slow down and not rush it. After a minute Frank put his hands on my head and moved my mouth off of his cock. I looked up to see if something was wrong.
He pulled me up then and led me to his work table. He laid me on my back across the table and went to his knees. Then he spread my legs and began to eat my pussy.
I felt that I was going to die of sheer pleasure as he gently sucked on my clit. The sucking got a little harder as he began to finger-fuck me with his middle finger. I tightened my cunt muscles around his finger as hard as I could. It felt fantastic. When he teased my clit with his tongue I felt like I was losing all control over my body.
“Relax, baby,” I heard him telling me. But I was so close to orgasm that I didn’t know if I could hold it off. I begged him to stop so we could come together, but he completely ignored me and continued to suck my clit. I knew I couldn’t last another second I was moaning and writhing with pleasure now, and Frank was sucking me harder and faster. I couldn’t stand it any more. I had to come.
“Baby, I’m going to come right now!” I screamed out, and even as I did I felt the shudders of my orgasm beginning. I was totally out of control, and I could feel the juices practically squirting out of me.
“Oh yeah, baby, you’re coming good!” Frank said. And I was. I could feel the throbbing and shuddering throughout my whole body. The pleasure was unbelievable.
It seemed like an eternity before I began to come back to reality. It was almost as though I’d had an out-of-body experience. My breathing finally began to return to normal, but I could still feel my pussy pulsating with the aftermath of my orgasm.
When I was finally able to move, I felt an intense and overwhelming desire to give Frank as much pleasure as he had just given me. I got to my feet and faced him. His erect cock was throbbing and dripping. I moved toward him and went down, my eager mouth headed straight for his delicious-looking prick.
Back on my knees, I hungrily licked and sucked at that thick cock. I felt like I needed to devour it, every engorged inch of it. Frank began fucking in and out of my mouth again with a steady rhythm. It felt even better than before. His eyes were closed, and there was a tense look of pleasure on his face. I stroked his balls as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me. “My dick really wants some of your hot twat, baby,” he panted.
He took hold of my hands and pulled me up, then turned me around so that my back was toward him. He bent me over the table and propped one of my legs up on a chair. He propped his own leg up on the same chair and, with both of us balanced that way, one leg up and one leg down, he pressed against me and slid his rock-hard cock up inside my dripping wet pussy. It felt amazing!
We move together slowly at first, but soon he grabbed my hips and began to thrust himself into me fast and hard. I matched each of his strokes, and now we were fucking hard and heavy. He was pumping so deep, I swore I could almost feel his cock touching the inside of my belly button. The thought made me smile, but his wonderful fucking was making me groan with passion.
Then suddenly he slowed down and pulled his cock out of my pussy. Before I knew what was happening, he was rubbing it against my asshole. I was wildly excited he had never fucked me in the back door before. Gently he guided his cock into this unfamiliar place, moving very slowly. It felt strange at first, but very good. I felt the pressure of it, but the further he got into me, the better it felt. Before I knew it he had slid the entire length of his cock into my asshole.
I could hear him moaning with pleasure behind me, and I knew it must feel as good to him as it did to me. He was still moving slowly, which was good. I was still getting used to the feeling, but I knew for sure that that feeling was extremely good. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy as he fucked me with a gentle, steady rhythm, and I found myself stroking my clit with the same rhythm.
After a while I felt him tensing up a little, and I knew he must be getting ready to come. His movements were harder and faster now. I could hear him panting. “I’m going to come, baby,” he said breathlessly. He gave a few more strokes, then pulled his cock out of me. He was stroking himself off now. His moans of pleasure got louder. “Aaaahhh!” he cried, and then I felt his hot come as it shot out onto my back.
“Damn baby, I’m coming all over you! Damn, what a fuck! Damn!” As the last spurt of his come spurted out onto my ass, we fell together across the table, our breathing ragged and erratic, our hearts beating wildly. Both of us knew that in all our years together we had never experienced anything like this. I had to wonder what the hell had gotten into us to make us do something so completely out of the ordinary.
Well, who knew and who cared? I just knew that it had been one hell of a fuck. We pulled ourselves back together, our breathing finally returning to normal. Now we needed to get up and get the groceries into the house before anything started to melt or spoil. Rather reluctantly we put our clothes back on, so we wouldn’t give the neighbors a show. Then Frank kissed me on the tip of my nose, grabbed some bags of groceries, and off he went.
By the time I get all the groceries put away I had returned to normality enough to recall that hubby and I had a conversation to finish. I fixed a bite of lunch for us, and as we were eating I reminded him that he was going to tell me what his idea was to help me out around the house. Frank then informed me that he had decided to hire someone to come in and help us out. It would only be for one day a week, but that should be enough to keep things running smoothly.
I was impressed. A housekeeper for a day! I would never have thought Frank would go for that. But we obviously did need an extra set of hands now and then with the way our work schedules had been going. So it was settled. In fact, it turned out that Frank had already taken care of it. He had hired someone to come in on Monday morning. He told me it would be up to me to tell her her duties and get her started. I couldn’t wait.
Frank had already left for work on Monday morning when our new housekeeper arrived at our door. I was pleased with her promptness, and somewhat surprised at her friendliness and apparent willingness to work. Her name was Jenny, and she appeared to be about twenty-five years old. Before leaving for the office I showed her around and gave her a list of things I wanted her to do that day. I also let her know what time to expect us home, and left her a number to call if she had any questions.
As I headed off to work, I was feeling really good about the situation. It was going to be so nice to come home to a clean house, and not to have to stress out over the undone chores. Jenny seemed to be quite competent and capable of taking care of things. I was really happy with her.
I decided to give her a call on my lunch break, just to see how things were going. She said that everything was fine, and that she expected to be finishing up just about the time I was due to arrive home. She asked me if I wanted her to begin to prepare dinner. I said that that was not necessary, but that it was nice of her to be so thoughtful. I added that I was pleased that my husband had found someone like her to take care of things for us.
I found myself rushing through my work that day, so that I could hurry home to my nice clean house. As it turned out, I was able to leave a bit earlier than usual, having tied up several loose ends that I had been working on for some time. I walked out of the office feeling quite good about things, and eager to see what was going on at home. I stopped on the way and picked up a nice bottle of wine as a sort of thank you for Frank for doing this for me.
When I got home I parked my truck, went inside and started to look for Jenny. I didn’t see her anywhere. I went from room to room, and when I got to my bedroom, there she was. She was cleaning and dusting energetically, and much to my surprise, she was stark naked!
I didn’t go in immediately, not wanting to startle her. I hung back and watched for a few minutes, completely unnoticed by her. I found this to be quite an erotic situation. I had thought that I was the only person who would walk around cleaning house in my birthday suit.
Her titties were quite big, and they bounced around as she moved. The nipples were large and dark brown. I found this very stimulating. She was a bit on the plump side, but very attractive in every sense of the word. Her ass was nicely shaped, and I found myself wanting to squeeze it. In fact, I found myself wanting to do several things. This was a very unusual situation for me. I had never been with another woman, never even been around a naked woman, at least not as an adult.
I decided the time had come to make my presence known, but I wanted to find a way to do it without embarrassing her. I moved away quietly and went back to the front door. I opened the door and closed it loudly enough so that she could surely hear it. I was tingling with excitement, but I was not too sure why. I called her name then, and waited for her to answer me. She called back to me to tell me she was in my bedroom.
When I reached the bedroom door I was surprised to see that she had not even attempted to get dressed. She was still working away, completely undaunted by my presence. “How was your day?” she asked. Completely taken off guard, I said it was fine. She then looked at me and asked rather bluntly, “Do you mind that I am working naked?”
I didn’t know what to say. “No, I suppose not,” I replied. “But do you mind if I ask you why you are working like that?”
“No reason,” Jenny said. “I just like it all natural.”
Not knowing what else to do, I sat down on the bed and watched her silently as she worked her way around the room. I was so intrigued by this situation that I was completely speechless. Jenny looked at me every now and then, but said nothing. This was fine with me I was content just to watch her.
She had beautiful curly hair that kind of bounced around, just like her big titties. I noticed that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a V-shape. She obviously took good care of herself, and I was so attracted to her that I found myself wanting to see more. I wanted to see what the rest of her twat looked like. Startled by my own train of thought, I tried to shake it off. But it wasn’t so easy. The way her tits were bouncing and swaying as she moved around the room, I found it difficult to take my eyes off her.
I was startled back to reality when I heard her voice saying, “You’re staring at me.”
I was embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Feeling that I’d been rude, I got up to leave the room.
“Don’t go,” Jenny said.
So I sat down again on the bed. Jenny came closer and stood directly in front of me. I was beginning to get nervous. And then she said, “Do you like what you see?”
I stumbled and stuttered a little, and then finally admitted to her that I did like what I saw. She then took hold of my hand and placed it on her right tit.
I couldn’t say a word. I had never touched another woman’s tit before. But now that I was doing it, I decided to go with it and feel the whole thing. I kneaded it and then slid my hand around, feeling every round inch of it. Then I squeezed her nipple. I heard her let out a heavy sigh, and it sent shivers through my whole body.
Then she took my other hand and put it on her left tit. Oh boy, I was really beginning to enjoy this. Jenny was obviously enjoying it too. She had closed her eyes, and had a look of complete pleasure on her face. Her breathing was hard and fast, her chest moving heavily with each breath. This was turning out to be one of the most erotic moments of my entire life. As I gently squeezed both her nipples at once, I was thinking to myself that this couldn’t be real.
With a tentative movement, as if to give me a chance to stop her, Jenny now reached for the buttons on my blouse. I didn’t stop her. Slowly she opened each of the buttons, and then removed the soft, silky garment. She touched my tits through my bra and I took in a sharp breath. The bra fastened in the front, and before I could take another breath she had unfastened it. My tits fell out for her, and she immediately reached for my nipples and began to pull on them. There we were, pulling and tugging on each other’s nipples. I couldn’t deny the fact of how good this felt to me, and I knew it must feel just as good to her. I felt twitches coming from my crotch, and there was no doubt that I was beginning to get wet.
Both Jenny and I were breathing heavily as we played with each other. Finally she released my tits, and as I let go of hers she sat on the bed next to me. Turning my face to hers, she proceeded to kiss me right on the mouth. This was really strange to me, but it was so exciting, so erotic, that I couldn’t wait to see what she did next.
What she did was to lay me back on the bed and start kissing me all over my face and neck. I heard myself moaning softly. When she kissed my lips again and put her tongue into my mouth, I kissed her back, feeling that this must be the most erotic form of pleasure in the entire world.
Her tongue was so soft in my mouth. It wandered around, probing into every corner and reaching for my throat. I wondered if she was enjoying it as much as I was. When she withdrew her tongue, I did the same to her. Our soft moans and coos were lost in each other’s throat, swallowed by the heat of our passion. The kisses become more intense, and our breathing was almost out of control.
Finally I pulled away from her a bit. My curiosity was killing me. I was not naive I had of course read about women making love to each other. But personally it was new to me, and I didn’t know what would happen next.
We lay on the bed next to one another, breathing heavily, but not speaking. Jenny’s nipples were stiff like mine, and I wondered if her crotch was twitching and throbbing, as mine was.
As if reading my mind, she moved to straddle me, facing away, so that her pussy was right in front of my eyes. And what a beautiful pussy was! The lips were slightly swollen, and I could see that she was wet. I thought I must be losing my mind. This couldn’t really be happening to me. Yet there was that beautiful twat right in my face. And then she took my hand and touched it to her wetness. Oh shit, what was I getting myself into?
I didn’t care. The feel of her pussy thrilled me, and I began to probe around to see what the interior was like. She moaned softly as I found her clit and begin to stroke it very gently. Jenny was rocking in a fucking motion, and I could feel her clit getting harder. Her wetness was increasing, and I slipped my finger up inside her. Damn, I would have never thought it would feel this good.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I loved it when Jenny whispered, “Don’t stop.” I was fucking her with one finger and stroking her clit with another. This was very cool. I was really starting to get into it. She was moaning loudly, and riding my finger like a hard cock. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I had several vibrators and dildos in the drawer of the nightstand beside my bed. I moved her away from me, and laid her down. She was so hot!
I reached into the drawer and pulled out my favorite dildo. When she saw it in my hand, she begged me to fuck her with it. And that was exactly what I intended to do.
I spread her legs far apart, so that I could see everything that I was doing to her. Her pussy was dripping I never knew a woman could get so wet. I touched the head of the dildo to her clit, and she went wild. “Fuck me, fuck me. I want you to fuck me!” she said. So I put the dildo deep inside her.
I stood over her, fucking her slowly at first, and then speeding up a little at a time. I could tell that she was on the verge of something really intense, moaning and writhing with pleasure. I was just in awe at how gorgeous this whole scene was. Jenny was tugging and pulling on her nipples, and rising to meet every stroke of the dildo as I fucked her deeper and harder. Her moans of pleasure almost undid me. I could feel that my panties were soaked through, and I wished I had gotten out of them before starting this adventure.
Again as if reading my mind, Jenny sat upright, then got off the bed and walked around behind me. How she could even stand up at this point was beyond me. She unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor. Then she removed my hose, and my panties. And there we both were, naked as the day we were born. She pulled me close to her, grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard, then pulled us both down on the bed. We rolled around a bit, kissing and feeling each other up. We were both so hot it was unbelievable.
Jenny now reached for the dildo I had been fucking her with. “I’m going to fuck you now,” she panted hoarsely.
I couldn’t wait. She touched the dildo to my clit, and I felt sensations that I’d never felt before. She spread my legs apart and moved between them, and I lifted my ass off of the bed to meet her. She positioned the dildo right in front of her, as if she were a man with a cock. “Fuck me!” I heard myself saying, and Jenny immediately shoved the dildo inside me.
At first she fucked me with long, slow strokes, which made me even wetter than before. Then she quickened her tempo a bit. She was driving me crazy, and I was matching her stroke for stroke. It felt as if the dildo was not an inanimate object, but actually a part of her. And I desperately wanted to fuck her back.
I reached blindly for the nightstand again, and Jenny stopped her movements as I pulled out another dildo. Seeing what I had in mind, she moved closer to me and we lay side by side, our legs spread. I put my dildo inside her, and she put hers in me. Holy shit! Now we were fucking each other with the dildos, moving in a mutual rhythm, moaning and gasping and twisting as we pumped the things in and out of each other’s cunt. Soon I could feel my body starting to tense, and I knew I was going to come soon. I wanted her to come too. I could hear her breathing harder, her moans getting louder. We were both on the way.
I don’t remember which of us came first. It didn’t matter. We cried out almost simultaneously, and our pumping movements never ceased, only became more frenzied as we went on fucking each other through to climax. I could feel her juices flowing all over my hand, and I knew mine were soaking hers. By the time we finished the bed was soaked too. There was come everywhere.
Our hands and our bodies gradually came to rest. Exhausted and spent, we lay next to each other. I was completely in awe and amazed by what had just happened to me. As our breathing returned to normal, I sat up slowly, gazing at Jenny’s gorgeous naked body. “I think I’ll take a shower now,” I told her, and I got up and slowly headed for the bathroom.
When I got out of the shower I saw that she had changed the sheets and made the bed. But she herself had gone, leaving a note saying that she would return the next Monday.
Wrapped in a towel, I sat on the edge of the bed, not really sure of how I felt, or how I should feel. In my clouded mind, shock was tangled up with awe, joy with incredulity.
All at once I heard a sound, and I looked up to see Frank standing in the doorway. Sudden fear gripped me. Did he know? Did he see? Did he hear? I desperately tried to read the expression on his face, while I wondered what was showing on mine. Did I look as guilty as I felt? Or as happy?
As he moved toward me I could see an unmistakable bulge in the front of his jeans. He sat beside me on the bed. I just wished he would say something. Anything. Then he smiled at me and whispered that he had enjoyed the little show that Jenny and I had put on for him. I open my mouth to speak, but he put his finger over my lips. “Don’t say anything,” he said, and he kissed me.
So I didn’t.–I.R., Boise, Idaho
I have been a loyal fan of Penthouse Letters for years, and I enjoy masturbating while reading it in bed. My boyfriend Timmy is doing a long prison sentence for robbery, and due to that unfortunate circumstance, we haven’t so much as laid eyes on each other for two and a half years. But we do have a regular date on the phone, every night at eleven o’clock.
I should tell you that I am thirty-one years old and have curly brown shoulder-length hair, green eyes, a 38C bust and a nice tight ass. I love to make Timmy jealous by teasing him about the guys who come on to me on the outside, although he actually knows that I am faithfully waiting for him.
To keep ourselves sane we have regular phone sex. Usually it’s great, though like any couple, we tend to get into a rut now and then. But at other times we have some of the hottest sessions ever. Like yesterday.
It started off with a friendly argument about fantasies. Timmy had received a letter from me describing how I had really gotten off on reading the latest issue of Penthouse Letters, especially some of the letters in the “Girl Meets Girl” section. Timmy said he never knew how much of a freak I was between the sheets, wanting a girl to eat my pussy. I replied that just because I fantasized about it, that didn’t mean I wanted to make it a reality. “Hell,” I told him, “I also got off by reading about a woman having a train of men fuck her in the ass, but that doesn’t mean I could do it, or even really want to.”
Even as I spoke the words, however, I could feel a tingle of excitement run through my body. Timmy could sense this in my voice, and he began to tease me and egg me on. “Come on,” he said. “If the opportunity arose, and you were relaxed enough, I bet you’d love it. That’s why reading about it turned you on.” I didn’t say anything. “Hey, I have a fantasy about being with three or four women,” Timmy went on, “and if I had the chance, I’d act it out in a minute! Especially if you were one of them,” he added wisely.
I kept on denying it, saying that some fantasies were just not meant to come true, but my cunt was getting wetter and wetter as I thought about all those cocks in my ass, not to mention some hot bitch’s tongue on my clit!
Telling Timmy to hold on, I quickly took my sexy little ass into my bedroom and stripped off my robe. When I picked the phone back up, Timmy asked me what I’d been doing.
“I just got naked,” I replied.
“Oh yeah, what for?” he said teasingly. He knew damn well what for, and was probably as hot as I was. We both lived for our hot phone sessions, which allowed us to forget our forced separation for a few brief moments.
“I can’t help it, I’m horny and I want to fuck you so bad. I’m playing with my clit right now,” I said.
Timmy told me how the precome was already leaking from his cock, and I expressed my strong desire to lick and suck it out of him. He then told me to get out my new vibrator, but I told him it was too small. My old one was closer to the size of his cock–seven and a half thick, uncut inches–but I’d worn out the motor on the damned thing! But I got out the newer, smaller one, and it slid right into my soaking-wet cunt. It didn’t do much for me at this point, because we both knew that what I really wanted was Timmy’s huge cock in my cunt, and another one in my tight little ass. So finally I got out the old vibrator. Even though it wouldn’t vibrate any more, I figured, it would still make a good dildo. And it did. I shoved it slowly up my snatch, describing my actions to Timmy all the while.
He, meanwhile, was telling me about how he was slowly stroking and jerking his cock. It wasn’t easy for him, being on a public phone in the prison rec room, but fortunately the phones were in little cubicles, and he could get away with it if he was discreet about it. I was delighted when he managed to come for me as I was fucking my cunt with the big plastic dildo. Every once in a while I’d hold the phone down to my cunt and let him hear me ramming that thing in and out until I thought my wrist would give out. He loves to listen to the sound of my cunt juices slurping around the dildo, imagining how good it’s going to be when it’s his hard shaft making that sound and being squeezed by my tight pussy muscles.
As I say, I was surprised and pleased when Timmy came so quickly, especially under such difficult circumstances. It made me feel very sexy to be able to get him off with just my voice and the sound of my cunt. I hadn’t managed to come yet, but our phone time was precious, and I figured I could always play with myself later.
But Timmy wasn’t done yet, and he was still thinking about our earlier conversation. He now told me to coat the smaller vibrator with my copious cunt juice, and then to slide it into my hot, tight ass. I rubbed the flesh-colored shaft against my swollen clit and cunt lips, then slowly pushed the head into my puckered asshole. I still had the big black one in my pussy, so it took a bit of easing in, but I relaxed my muscles and worked the thing in and out, until finally I had both vibrators buried in my hot holes.
I was so turned on, both by the fantasy of having a cock up my ass and by the fact that my lover had come in his pants because I’d made him so hot on the phone, that my thighs were coated with my juices. As soon as the vibrator was in my ass, I turned it onto its lowest setting, and when Timmy told me to turn it on, I laughed as I told him I already had. But then I turned it on high, and I started shoving both of those fake cocks in and out of both my holes. I had to stop every once in a while to give my clit a little attention. Soon my hips were bucking off the bed, and I could hardly get enough breath to describe to Timmy what I was doing.
And all the while Timmy’s sexy, throaty voice was in my ear, talking dirty to me, saying, “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you, baby? That’s it, hot girl, fuck me harder! Come on, babe, show me how you like it. Come on, be my dirty little bitch!” I was moaning and gasping now, slamming those cocks into my pussy and my ass, just loving every inch of them and wishing it could really be Timmy’s cock in my cunt and another guy’s in my backside.
Then Timmy asked me if I wanted a sexy girl eating my clit and pussy while I got double-dicked, and in between my pants and moans, I could only whimper, “Yes, yes! Oh God, fuck me Timmy, fuck my cunt harder! I need it, baby! I need to be a dirty girl!”
Timmy had gotten hard again, and he told me he was playing with his hot meat as he listened to me working myself into a frenzy of excitement. Even after I came I didn’t want to stop, and Timmy encouraged me to go on, saying he knew I could come again. And I did!
Timmy was now working toward his own second orgasm, and I started telling him in detail what I wanted to do to him.”I want to have you in my ass, and another cock in my cunt,” I said.
“Don’t you want a tongue on your clit too?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I panted. “And a cock in my mouth as well.”
“Oh, so you want all your holes filled, do you?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
“Yes,” I moaned, “Oh God yes, I want to get fucked full of cock! I want to ride you, baby,” I went on huskily. “I want to tease your cock with my pussy, pulling almost all the way off you, and then slamming my cunt down and grinding my clit into you.” Through all this I was still shoving those big fake cocks in and out of my ass and my slit. “Then, when you’re getting close to coming, I want you to flip me over and fuck the shit out of me! I want to feel your balls slapping my ass!”
At this point, Timmy started moaning and I could tell he was coming again. I knew the bit about his balls slapping my ass had set him off, as doggie-style is his favorite position.
We were both out of breath, and I had lost track of how many times I had come. I figured we were about ready to end our session, when the love of my life floored me by telling me he was still hard, and asking me if the vibrator in my ass was still turned on. Well, that set off another cycle of pleasure in my body, and Timmy knew it. He always knew.
“That’s it, sweetie,” he encouraged me. “Let it all out, baby, come on, let me hear you fuck me, baby. Come on, dirty girl. Let me hear you fuck me!”
I was moaning and screaming unintelligibly, no longer fucking myself with the vibrators, just holding them deep inside me, the big one buried in my cunt and the small one buzzing away in my ass, and rubbing my clit feverishly. I screamed out my climax just as the recorded phone voice came on, telling us we had one minute left.
We said I love you to each other, lingeringly, and then hung up. I slowly pulled both dildos out of my body and just lay there for a long time, naked, wet and sweaty, thinking about my fantasies, and about Timmy, and about how I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.
By the way did I mention how we met? I was a prison guard when he was an inmate in my jail, awaiting trial. Isn’t that romantic?–Name and address withheld
He Kept The Party A Secret From His Wife, Not Knowing She Was The Entertainment
My wife Jean and I have been married for twenty years. Jean is a very beautiful woman, thirty-nine years old, five feet three inches tall, with hazel eyes, brown hair and a truly terrific figure.
Last month Lew, a black coworker of mine, invited me to a bachelor party for a college buddy of his. Lew said this was going to be a special party. It seemed that recently he and two of his friends had picked up a white woman at a bar and had taken her back to his place, where all three of the men had gotten fucked and sucked by her for hours. He said she was absolutely amazing. All she wanted was black cock, and they gave her plenty of it that night. Afterward they had invited her to be the special entertainment at the bachelor party, and she had agreed.
Well, I instantly accepted Lew’s invitation, wanting to see what type of woman could take all that black cock. But knowing that my wife would never approve of something like this, I made up a story, telling her I was going to play cards at a buddy’s house.
Jean said that was great, because she’d been asked to work at the hospital that night, and she would not be home till morning. Jean is a registered nurse. I felt kind of bad about lying to her, but I had always been interested in seeing a white woman fucking a black man. I had actually fantasized about Jean doing that, but I knew that would never happen.
When I arrived at the private club where the party was being held, Lew met me at the door. There were about twenty men in all, of all shapes and sizes, and all black. The club was dimly lit, with a DJ stage and a mattress set up on the floor. After I’d had a few drinks, the DJ announced that the party was about to start. He then called out, “Let’s have a big hand for our dancer– Nurse Jean!”
My mouth dropped open. And then onto the stage came my wife. She was wearing a short white one-piece dress, thigh-highs and five-inch heels. All the men started clapping and yelling at the sight of her. I stayed in the back, in the shadows, so she wouldn’t see me.
She danced around a little, circulating among the men, some of whom slid their hands up her dress, and from the way she reacted I was sure their fingers were exploring that beautiful pussy of hers. The guys were going crazy as she went up on the stage, and one of them went up there and removed her dress. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. So there was my beautiful wife, in only thigh-highs and high heels, in front of twenty black men.
The guy on the stage started to slow-dance with her. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees. Jean made no resistance. The guy then unzipped his pants and pulled out a very large cock. Jean started to lick it up and down, and then put the swollen head in her mouth. The guy grabbed her hair and started to feed her more and more of his dick. Finally the whole thing was down her throat and his balls were bouncing on her chin. Jean was sucking it eagerly as he kept fucking her throat, and the guys kept calling out to her and cheering. The guy went on pumping her mouth for about five minutes. Then suddenly he tensed up, holding his black cock deep in Jean’s mouth, and I saw her throat move as she swallowed the first of many loads she was to take that night.
By now there were twenty more black cocks around her, waiting their turn to shoot their sperm down Jean’s beautiful throat. Jean seemed as eager as they did, and immediately started sucking as many of them as she could. Soon the men’s hands were exploring every part of her luscious body. One guy had her get on all fours and immediately filled her cunt with his black cock, while another stuffed her mouth. Now it became a continuous orgy as one guy filled her mouth or cunt with his sperm, another would immediately take his place, so that my wife was never without two black pricks inside her. This went on for what seemed like hours as these guys took turns fucking my wife. I had never seen anything like it. Jean never seemed to get tired she just kept begging and screaming for more.
Finally Lew came up to me in the back of the room and asked me why I wasn’t getting in on the action. I then confessed to him that Jean was my wife. Lew was very taken aback, and began to apologize but I told him no apology was needed. He asked me if I wanted him to stop the party, and I said no, please continue. Lew then said that if it was okay with me he wanted to fuck Jean up the ass. I told him to go for it.
Lew went back on stage, where the last of the men had just fallen away from Jean, and put his prick in her mouth. She sucked him for about ten minutes before he drew away and told her to lie down on her back. He then got between Jean’s legs and inched his quite large tool up her sloppy cunt. Jean moaned with pleasure as he slid his dick deeper into her pussy, and I could only marvel at the intensity of her passion, even after all the fucking she’d done that night.
After plunging his stiff tool repeatedly into my wife’s cunt, Lew pulled out and heaved her legs up onto his shoulders. He then placed the head of that black rod against her asshole and started to work it in. He managed to get a good piece of his pole up her squirming ass, and then picked up the pace, fucking her as hard as possible. Jean was emitting cries of animal ecstasy as I came up on the stage. I pulled out my prick and stuck it into her mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise and wonder as she looked up at me, and that is when I told her I loved her.–B.L., Santa Fe, New Mexico
My sexy wife Allison was invited to a party last weekend at her best friend Jennifer’s apartment. Jennifer is single and wild, and the two of them used to party hard before Allison and I got married some six years ago. It was no surprise to me that I wasn’t invited, as Jennifer had never been very happy about our marriage. I guess she felt that she had lost her nightclubbing buddy, and blamed me. She was always trying to break us up so she could get her friend back.
I didn’t much like the idea of Allison going to the party by herself, and finally she said she would ask Jennifer if it was okay if I came along. Much to my surprise, she reported back to me that Jennifer had said it would be fine with her.
I was glad to be able to attend the party and keep a watchful eye on my sexy wife, but I also wondered what Jennifer was up to it wasn’t like her to be generous toward me.
Two days prior to the party, Allison went shopping for a new outfit to wear. She purchased a very short black dress, sexy red four-inch heels with ankle straps and red satin thong panties. I got hard just picturing her wearing those things, but when I told her that, Allison only rolled her eyes and called me a perv.
On the day of the party my wife took a trip to the beauty salon for a hair styling, manicure and pedicure. While she was gone I masturbated, thinking of her in that sexy dress and heels and wondering how any of the guys at the party would be able to keep their hands off her. When she returned I got hard again just looking at her. I begged her for sex, but she told me to wait until after the party.
At seven o’clock she told me it was time for me to dress her. This is one of my very favorite things in the world. It’s like having my very own Barbie doll.
First came the panties. Before slipping them on I got to kiss her freshly shaved pussy lips. I fumbled with the leg opening of the red satin thong, but finally managed to slide it over her feet, up past her calves and over her hips, making sure that it fit snugly against her pussy. Next came the red high heels. Allison placed each foot, one at a time, onto my thigh, and I slowly slipped the shoes onto her precious feet, my hands trembling as I buckled the straps around her sexy ankles. The spiked heel digging into my thigh made my already very hard dick bounce, and she giggled as she twisted her foot a couple of times.
Step three was the short black dress. I bent and held it for her as she stepped into the small, tight opening, being very careful that her heels didn’t snag the material. I then stood up and pulled the dress up around her hips, over her large breasts and onto her shoulders. She didn’t want to bother with a bra. The dress was backless and hooked around her neck like a choker. Very erotic indeed.
It was now my turn to dress for the evening, but before I began Allison handed me a box that she said contained another of the purchases she had made. In the box was another pair of panties, a pink lacy thong, to be exact. I was a little puzzled until she told me to check the label. It read “Large.” “Those are for you to wear tonight,” she said.
I started to protest, and Allison stepped up close to me so I could feel her breasts against my chest. “If you want to put your little dicky into your wife’s pussy tonight, you’ll do it,” she whispered.
Well, I definitely desired to fuck my wife sometime that night, so I put them on. I could only hope that they don’t show through my dress slacks. And it’s extremely difficult to hide an erection in a pair of silky thong panties, as I was finding out.
On the drive to the party, Allison was very quiet, and I finally asked her what was up. She then told me that Jennifer had invited one of her Allison’s old boyfriends to the party. I asked who it was, but I already knew the answer. It had to be Philip, the guy she was always talking about, the lover with the biggest cock, the best body and the most stamina of anyone she’d ever had. The lover she could never say no to. I had heard all about him from Jennifer, of course. She’d told me that he was Allison’s best fuck. She’d been trying to make me jealous, and it had worked. No wonder she’d said that I could come to the party, since he was going to be there. The bitch.
But Jennifer hadn’t been the first one to tell me about Philip that was Allison herself. She reminded me of that when I asked her if it was Philip who was going to be at the party. “Yes,” she said. “It’s Philip, the guy I told you about when we were on our honeymoon. You remember, I was a little drunk, and you were eating my pussy when I accidentally called out his name. Well, you wanted me to tell you all about him while we fucked. I know I said that he was a better lover than you, and that he could make me come every time he fucked me, but I thought it was turning you on, because you came so fast that night.” She then reached over to my crotch and felt my hard dick straining at the front of my pants. “I thought so,” she said. “You’re hard now too.” And she giggled.
When we arrived at the party, Jennifer rushed over to say hello to Allison, and I heard her whisper to her that Philip was on his way there. We mingled a little, but I didn’t know anyone other then that bitch Jennifer. Allison was already attracting male attention, because she looked so fucking hot that every guy in the place, including myself, wanted to screw her.
We were wandering around the apartment when Jennifer caught up to us. She asked me if I would help tend the makeshift bar while whoever was doing it now went after more drinks. The bar was in the front of the house and I didn’t want to leave Allison alone, so I said no. Allison then put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing, making my dick rock-hard again. She said she was a big girl and could take care of herself, and that I should go and tend the bar. Reluctantly I turned and walked out of the room, as she and Jennifer laughed.
An hour later I was still tending this crappy little bar, and wondering where the previous bartender had got to. Getting more drinks, my ass! Jennifer just wanted to separate me from my wife. I kept scanning the crowd, looking for Allison, and every once in a while I would spot her flirting with some young stud. In my mind I could picture her in the arms of one of these nameless strangers, kissing him and being felt up under that short black dress.
At one point Jennifer came along, wanting a drink. When I gave it to her, she giggled and said that she knew a secret but wasn’t telling me, and then strutted off, laughing loudly. I was starting to get really nervous, as I hadn’t seen Allison for some time. I continued fixing drinks for the party guests to keep my thoughts occupied, but it was very hard not to think about my wife, especially after what Jennifer had said.
Suddenly I saw Allison in the crowd of people waiting for drinks. She was holding hands with this tall, good-looking guy. They were standing close together and seemed to be engrossed in each other, whispering and laughing.
Finally the tall guy stepped up to the bar and ordered himself a beer. Then, with a grin, he added, “And your wife wants a strawberry daiquiri.”
I was shaking with jealously as I fixed the drinks. Was this him, I wondered, Mr. Stud, Mr. Perfect, the man my wife couldn’t say no to? Allison made eye contact with me several times, and I could see a slight smirk on those sexy red lips as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Finally she spoke to me, saying that she wanted to introduce her friend, which she did. Sure enough, it was Philip.
Jealous as I was, I stuck out my hand to shake, but the prick ignored it, which left me looking and feeling like an idiot. I said that I had heard about him, and he grinned and said, “I know. Allison told me.”
Christ, had she told him about our honeymoon? I wondered. Allison whispered something in his ear, and he kissed her on those sexy red lips, patted her butt and walked off. She then came around the bar and stood directly in front of me, her tits almost touching me, and asked in a sultry voice if I was having fun.
“Hell, no,” I said. “And what’s with the holding hands and kissing stuff?”
Allison leaned into me and gave me a very hot kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and rubbing my erect dick again through my pants. Then she pulled back and said that it had been along time since she had seen Philip, and he was just being friendly. I said I didn’t like her hanging all over him. She just kept rubbing my dick with a gleam in her eyes. “I thought you would like it,” she said.
“Well, I don’t.”
She grinned. “Then why is your little dicky so hard?” she whispered. “Aren’t you a little turned on? Wouldn’t you love to bend me over this bar and fuck me, to prove to Philip that I am your sexy little wife?”
And that’s when I came–in my panties, to be exact. I just couldn’t hold it back. Taking her hand away, Allison looked down at the front of my pants and said innocently, “Oops! Did I do that?” Then she said that Philip was waiting and she’d better go to him, and with that she left.
I had to stay behind the bar for the next hour or so, so that people would not see the wet spot on my pants. It did not help my disposition when Jennifer came up to the bar and said “Let me see.”
“See what?” I said.
“Well, I heard that you came in your little pink panties,” Jennifer said. Then she giggled and walked away.
I couldn’t believe that Allison had told her about how she had made me come in my pants–and also about me wearing panties to the party. I was very embarrassed, but also extremely turned on, and once again as hard as a rock.
A few minutes later I saw my wife and Mr. Stud on the little dance floor, all by themselves. They were making out, French-kissing and groping each other. She was rubbing her big tits all over his chest and letting him fondle her bare ass. Every once in a while Philip would pull up her short dress so that everyone could see her hot sexy ass. All this activity of course only inflamed my jealousy and anger–and also my undeniable arousal.
Allison looked over then and saw me watching them. She smiled and again took his tongue into her luscious mouth. From then on her performance was obviously for my benefit. She spun around, letting her dress flare up almost to her waist. Then, with her back to Philip, she put both arms around his neck, tilted her head up and opened her mouth for another kiss, which he gladly gave her. As they kissed he squeezed her breasts in his hands, and she ground her sexy ass into his groin. It was as though they were taunting me to come out and stop them, but I couldn’t I was so turned on by Allison’s wild behavior that I wasn’t about to interfere, even if my hard-on had let me.
I was aware that most of the party guests were openly watching them now as they continued putting on their show. I stood there with my mouth open, watching one of Philip’s hands drop to the hem of my wife’s dress and raise it, exposing the red satin thong covering her freshly shaved pussy. She looked directly at me once again as his other hand came down to rub her crotch. He said something in her ear, and she reached down with one hand and pulled her little panties to one side, still staring into my eyes as he inserted a finger into her pussy. Her eyes closed then, and she leaned back for another kiss as Philip boldly finger-fucked her exposed cunt.
Allison appeared to be close to orgasm when Philip pulled his finger out of her and led her off the dance floor. He sat down on a nearby couch, and Allison climbed onto his lap and again allowed him to penetrate her panting mouth with his tongue. At that point one of the guests tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. He wanted a drink, and as I made it for him he asked if it was true that I was the husband of the sexy babe who had just gotten finger-fucked by that good-looking dude. I just nodded, and he gave me a strange look as he said that that was what Jennifer had told him.
I wasn’t embarrassed by this encounter in fact, it gave me a thrill to know that Jennifer was telling her friends that Allison was my wife. I was sure that Jennifer was happy that I was witnessing the seduction of my wife by her old lover. But what she didn’t realize was that while I might have been jealous, I was also really getting off on the whole scene. But my wife knew it all right.
After a few minutes Allison got up and went to the powder room, undoubtedly to freshen her makeup and tidy her hair. When she’d gone, Philip boldly came over to me for another drink. At first I said nothing, until he asked me with a smirk if I was having fun. At that point, in spite of my arousal, I asked him to leave my wife alone, feeling that that was what a good husband should say. Philip replied that he would if that was what Allison wanted, and suggested we ask her and see what she said about it.
A minute later Allison returned from the restroom and walked up to us. Putting her arm through Philip’s, she asked if we boys were getting along. Philip said that we had just been talking about her, and who she was going home with tonight. Allison whispered something in his ear, and Philip turned and headed back to the couch.
“How you doing, honey?” Allison asked.
I shrugged, trying to act upset with her, but she saw right through me. She started rubbing my crotch again, and asked in a sweet little innocent voice, “Is my little hubby upset with his wifey?” Then she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. All traces of anger had left me, and pure lust now took over as we kissed. I told her that her slutty display with her ex-lover was driving me crazy, and I just wanted to leave, take her home and make love to her all night long.
Allison smiled at me and said that if I wanted her that badly, that I should meet her in the restroom down the hall in about five minutes. I said I’d be there with bells on, and she looked at me and said, “You mean with panties on, don’t you?” And with that she giggled and walked away, swaying her sexy little ass.
I wrapped up my bartending duties quickly and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. All I could think of was how I couldn’t wait to stick my dick into my wife’s pussy.
There were several people waiting to use the bathroom, and as I stood there two more guys showed up behind me. One of them was saying to the other that they needed to hurry because “Miss Hottie” and “Loverboy” were at it again on the dance floor, and they didn’t want to miss the show.
I had a pretty good idea of who “Miss Hottie” and “Loverboy” were, so I went back to check out the dance floor. Sure enough, Allison was there, once more being French-kissed and finger-fucked by her old lover. I got so hard watching them that I couldn’t stand it any more. I hurried back to the bathroom. There was no one waiting now, so I quickly went inside and locked the door. I pulled my pants and panties down, freeing my hard-on, then sat on the toilet and started jacking off to the visions in my mind of my sexy wife and her big-cocked lover fucking each other.
I was just on the verge of coming when there was knock at the door, breaking up the visions in my head. Frustrated, I called out that the room was occupied.
“It’s me,” came my wife’s voice. “Let me in.”
I fumbled with my clothes and made my way to the door. As I opened it my wife pranced in, looking highly amused. Seeing that my pants were unzipped, she asked if I’d been masturbating. “No,” I said, but of course she knew I was lying.
“I thought you were going to meet me about ten minutes ago,” I said. Allison replied that she’d wanted to talk with Philip about who she was going home with that night.
“Well, have you made a decision?” I asked her.
“Not yet,” she answered. “I wanted to talk to you too.”
“Okay,” I said. “What will convince you to come home with me?”
Allison thought for a moment, or pretended to. Then she said, “You remember on our honeymoon, I told you that Philip was my best lover?” I nodded. “Well,” she continued, “he could always make me come in less than a minute with that big cock of his. But if you can make me come within three minutes, then I will go home with you. If you can’t, you lose.”
I immediately accepted the challenge. Even though I knew I would most likely fail the test, at least I would be able fuck to my wife once tonight. Allison looked at her watch and said, “Go.”
I let my pants fall to the floor, followed by the panties. I lifted Allison up onto the sink counter as we kissed. I pushed her dress up around her waist and she spread her legs open, allowing me to stand between them. Still kissing her, I reached between her legs, pulled her panties to one side and started pushing my dick into her very wet, very loose pussy. It had obviously gotten that way as a result of Philip’s finger-fucking. Our lips separated as I let out a moan.
“Don’t come in me,” Allison said. “Philip won’t be happy if you do.” I just about popped when I heard that statement coming from my wife’s red lips. I was pumping my hips as fast as I could, trying to turn her on, and at the same time trying not to come too soon.
After a minute Allison said, “You’ll never be able to make me come with your little dicky, so pull it out and use your tongue on my pussy.”
I did as she said, getting down on my knees and licking and sucking on her pussy as she held the crotch of her panties to the side. Her other hand went to the back of my head and held my face against her wet cunt.
All of a sudden the bathroom door swung open, and in walked Philip. I tried to stand up, but my wife wrapped her legs around my neck and told me to keep licking her. She also said that the three minutes were up. I had lost.
Philip was standing beside us now, watching me eating my wife’s pussy, the pussy that he had fucked such a long time ago. He bent down and kissed my wife, who took his tongue into her mouth as she began to rub his crotch. Then her fingers moved to unzip his pants, as her other hand still held my head against her crotch. I could see her digging into his pants to pull out his hard cock.
Philip had one hand in my wife’s hair while the other squeezed her breast as their mouths ground together. He broke the kiss then and said that he wanted her to suck his cock. Again I almost came when I heard that.
Allison now let go of my head and pushed me back so she could stand up. She told me lie on the floor on my back so she could sit on my face while she sucked her lover’s cock.
As I started to lie down, Philip told me to wait a second. Turning Allison to face me, he said, “Take off your wife’s panties.” As if in a trance, I reached up under her short dress, found the thin straps of her thong and slowly pulled it down her legs and off her feet. I looked up to find both of them staring at me. What a sight I must have been, on my knees at my wife’s feet pulling off her panties on the instructions of her lover. Man, I was so turned on!
I lay down on my back then, and my wife pulled up her dress and squatted over my mouth. Once she felt my tongue touch her pussy, she set back and rested her full weight onto my mouth, mashing her clit against my nose and slowly grinding her hips. Gazing upwards, I could see her stroking Philip’s very large cock as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them.
He moved her hands off his cock and started to stroke it himself, just inches from her waiting mouth. Allison was moaning and rubbing her erect nipples with her hands. I heard someone knocking on the door, but Philip just told them to go away. It was a good thing Jennifer’s house had more than one bathroom.
Philip now stepped forward and pushed his cock between my wife’s open lips, and she swiftly devoured it. Allison almost never sucked my dick, and here she was almost begging to suck his. Philip started to move his hips, fucking my wife’s mouth like a pussy, pushing in deeper and deeper, until her nose was almost touching his pubic hair. She had at least seven or eight inches of his large cock in her mouth, and still she sucked for more. Occasionally he would pull out and let her catch her breath, rubbing his cock over her face for a minute before going back to fucking her mouth.
Allison gave a muffled cry around Philip’s dick as she came on my face, climaxing until her juices were running down the sides of my head. I had never seen her so wet. After a minute she pulled away from both Philip and me, and stood up.
“You get up too,” she said to me. “You’re going to help Philip fuck me.”
As I got to my feet, my wife leaned over the sink, spread her sexy legs and asked me to open her pussy lips for Philip. I couldn’t believe what she was saying, or how hot it was making me. I pulled her dress up over her hips, reached under her belly and spread her pussy lips with my fingers. Philip placed his huge straining cock at her opening and started to push. He had to go slow to allow her to get used to his size. After all, I was the only one who had fucked her for the last six years, and I couldn’t compete with him in the cock department.
Slowly Philip worked his entire cock into my wife’s pussy, then started to move back and forth. I released her pussy lips and just stood there staring at the scene that was unfolding before my eyes.
They fucked in that position for a while, and then decided to change. Philip withdrew his cock from her pussy and she turned around, removed her dress and sat down on the counter. She was completely nude now except for her heels, and it was very erotic to see her spread her legs for her lover. I held on to one of her legs and Philip held the other. Allison reached out and grasped Philip’s cock, stroking him a couple of times, then guided him into her wet pussy, moaning as he once again penetrated her dripping fuckhole. He pushed all they way into her until he was hitting her cervix, and still his cock was not all the way inside her.
Allison took one of my free hands and placed it on her clit, telling me to play with it. Soon she was moaning loudly, and the sucking, sloshing sounds her pussy was making as Philip pumped in and out had my own engorged dick dripping with precome.
Then, almost without warning, another orgasm washed over my well-fucked wife. She spasmed so hard that it was all I could do to keep my hold on her leg without getting kicked. At that point I saw the remaining two or three inches of Philip’s cock disappear into her pussy.
They began talking to each other now, gaspingly, Allison telling him how good his dick felt inside her, and he saying that she was really sexy and still a great fuck. Then he asked her who was better, him or me. Allison looked me in the eyes as she said to him, “You are, lover. You are the best, so much better than my husband. Your cock reaches the special places deep in my cunt, places he’ll never get to feel. My husband has never made me come with his little dick. I sure could have used your man-sized cock on our honeymoon.”
With that she reached up and pulled his head down for a deep French kiss. Her words had brought him to the brink of orgasm, and as he started to come he tried to pull out of her, but she wouldn’t let him. She dug her hands into his ass cheeks and pulled him more deeply into her, keeping him there as he shot all of his jism up into her womb. They never even stopped kissing until it was over.
I couldn’t keep my hands from my dick any longer, and I started openly jacking off right in front of them. Allison watched me, staring into my eyes. When she pushed one of her fingers into her gooey pussy I came hard, my come spurting from my cock and falling onto the bathroom floor.
Allison smiled at me, and I leaned over and kissed her lovingly. She then placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down toward her pussy. After I had cleaned up Philip’s mess, she had me dress her.
Allison and Philip then went back to the party, walking out of the bathroom arm in arm while I was still trying to get dressed. When I came out I found the two of them talking to Jennifer, who seemed very pleased with herself for getting Allison fucked in front of me. As I walked up to them, Jennifer smirked at me and asked if I had enjoyed watching my wife with her new stud. I had to say yes to that, and I felt a small thrill of triumph as I saw the surprise on Jennifer’s face.
Then Allison kissed me goodbye, saying she was going home with Philip for the night. Before they left, she told me she would be back the next morning. I could only hope she would.–R.G., Cleveland, Ohio
I’ve been self-employed as a structural engineer for almost twenty years, and divorced about half that long. After my ex and I split, amicably, I threw myself into my work, and established a strong client base. While I’ve profited handsomely from my diligence, my love life has floundered. It’s hard to meet someone to spend time with when you work sixty-five hours a week.
About two years ago I noticed a single teller at my bank. She always looked a little quirky, with her hair in a bun and wearing cat’s-eye glasses, but I still thought she was cute. So whenever I could, I placed myself in line so Katie would wait on me.
If she did, I tried to say something funny about the weather, the economy or my business. She was always professional, and simply smiled as she processed my transaction with the utmost efficiency. I’d walk away kicking myself for sounding so lame. Forget about having the nerve to ask her out!
After two years of admiring her, one morning I saw my opportunity. Katie was the only teller working, and I was the only customer waiting. After she processed my deposit, I hesitated, then said, “Hey, Katie, I don’t know whether you would be interested, but a client gave me two tickets to Phantom next Saturday. I was wondering, if you didn’t already have plans–”
She cut me off at the knees, leaning forward and whispering, “Oh, Mr. Jones, I’m sorry, but I could lose my job if anyone here learned I went out with a client. We’re expressly forbidden to see customers socially.”
I really felt like an idiot. Not only had I been rejected, but I could inadvertently have gotten her in trouble. I apologized, saying it was all my fault and I would never say anything like that again, and I hoped she could just forget about it.
About a month later I was leaving church after Saturday evening mass when someone touched my arm and said, “I wondered if I might be able to have a rain check from Phantom and go out with you tonight.”
Standing beside me was a gorgeous woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, bright blue eyes and red lipstick and matching nails. She looked incredible in pink slacks and a matching blouse. I honestly didn’t recognize her until she said, “There’s no rule against me seeing anyone I go to church with.”
“Katie?” I said, in shock.
“Well, can I get that rain check?” she asked as she took my arm in hers.
“Why, of course,” I said. “I’d be delighted to take you to dinner. I’m sorry for not recognizing you.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I try to ‘dress for success’ at work. That’s why I wear my hair up, and those glasses.”
The heavens were smiling on me that night. We had a fabulous time visiting an outdoor art festival. We walked hand in hand and talked about our lives.
At one point, after a spell of silence, Katie said, “I’d like to see how your home remodeling is progressing.”
Again I was stunned. “How did you know I was remodeling?” I asked.
“Because we loaned you your mortgage,” she said, “and we hold a second note for remodeling, silly.”
“There’s something you should know about me,” I said. “I’ve lived alone for ten years. I only get a chance to work on the house when I’m not working with my clients. In other words, the inside looks like a tornado hit. There are sawhorses in a number of rooms, extension cords all over, and the place is covered with sawdust. It doesn’t bother me, because there’s no one there but me. But it’s a mess.”
“Well, as a future officer, it’s my job to ensure that the bank’s loan portfolio is secure, not to mention seeing to our our clients’ needs,” she said matter-of-factly, but with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
“It’s okay with me,” I said. “I just didn’t think you would want to get your clothes all messed up.”
As I opened the car door for her, Katie leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.
“What was that for?” I said.
“For letting me use my rain check,” she said, smiling.
Neither of us spoke while I drove back to my house. After opening the door from the garage into the partially remodeled kitchen, I led the way, afraid that Katie might trip over an extension cord. But what actually happened really shocked me.
As I pointed out where I intended to build a breakfast bar, she removed her blouse and hung it on a doorknob, as if there was nothing unusual about doing that. She was wearing a pale pink bra that accentuated her small but shapely cleavage.
I was absolutely speechless. So I just continued leading the tour. I led Katie in the den and pointed out where I intended to build bookshelves. She responded by unclipping her bra. She was blessed with two beautiful pear-shaped breasts, and her erect nipples were surrounded by chocolate areolae.
Now my manhood was beginning to show through my pants. I led the way to the recently completed bathroom. There Katie stepped out of her sandals, undid the belt around her small waist, lowered her zipper and slid her slacks over her beautiful hips. I thought about trying to do her right there, but the tour wouldn’t be complete without showing her the master bedroom.
As we walked down the hall, I joked, “I hope l’m a client in good standing.”
For the first time in two years, Katie laughed at one of my jokes! I felt like a million bucks. I watched in amazement as she slid her panties to the floor, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. I always begged my ex-wife to shave hers, but she never would. Now standing in front of me was the loveliest woman I had ever been with–and shaved clean!
Katie must have known I was nervous, because she stepped forward to begin unbuttoning my shirt. When I was finally naked, she said, “You’ll always be in good standing if I have my way.”
We walked to my bed and lay down. We started kissing, and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my butt to pull me against her harder. Her erect nipples prodding my chest felt glorious, but I pushed her away so I could fondle them.
I’ve always liked big boobs. Katie’s were just big enough to give her a beautiful shape, but small enough so I could get an entire tit in my mouth. I sucked her tits like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t get enough of their heft and silkiness.
Suddenly she took her left boob out of my mouth, gazed in my eyes, then eased my face downward between her legs. I’ve always loved to eat pussy almost as much as I like getting head. Katie’s hairless love caldron smelled like fresh peaches. As I licked her, she rocked her hips slowly under my face.
I looked up to see her smiling at me. Then she whispered, “I’ve dreamed about you doing this since you asked me out. I never thought I’d get a chance to tell you how I felt about you.”
She closed her eyes and sighed as her hips pressed harder against my tongue. “I’m going to come. Please eat me more,” she begged. She jerked involuntarily, and a moment later I felt drops of come, which tasted so good!
Katie was a greedy minx, and panted for me to keep going. She wrestled herself from underneath me and swung her thigh over my head, positioning her pussy squarely over my nose. She held onto the headboard and bounced gently on my tongue. Wanting to taste more of her love, I pulled her down and strained to push my tongue up her dripping vagina as far as I could. She rewarded me with a second helping of her precious nectar.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she swung around and engulfed my entire cock in her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, she balanced my rod expertly between her thumb and forefinger, floating on a film of her saliva. Her lips gripped me snugly.
Now it was my turn to come, or so I thought. But Katie had other ideas. She sucked me and squeezed my balls firmly. I felt an orgasm building and wanted to blast in her mouth, but she raised her head and in one fluid motion swung around, placing the head of my cock against her pussy, then lowered her box so far that I thought my balls would be consumed.
“Please don’t come in me,” Katie said as she pounded my pud with her cunt. “I’m not on the pill, and I think I’m ovulating.”
l moaned and held back as long as I could. “Oh, honey,” I said, “I can’t stop, I . . . aah–”
As quickly as before, she hoisted herself off my Old Faithful–just as it erupted. She swallowed my lava in her mouth. With her nudging the area under my balls with her thumb, I came like a stud horse. Her mouth bobbed up and down as I continued pumping in her. I got light-headed as I shot more spunk than I ever remembered shooting. She licked every last drop from my limp pecker.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” I said. “I’m crazy about you.”
“Same here,” Katie cooed as we drifted off to sleep.
The next morning after we woke up we showered together, rubbing our soapy bodies against one another. Katie jacked me off in the shower, and I returned the favor by eating and banging her until she begged me to stop. Afterward, we went out for breakfast. We’ve been together ever since.–N.J., Atlanta, Georgia