I didn’t need a second invitation. I scooped the paint onto my fingers, as Annie was doing, and began rubbing it onto the underside of Helena’s sensational silken-soft breasts. She let go of her right nipple, and the full weight of that magnificent mountain fell into my hands. I saw Annie lean over Helena’s shoulder and start nibbling her ear, and Helena grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face into her cleavage, smearing my cheeks with green paint. More by good luck than good aim, one of her nipples found its way into my mouth, and I began sucking on it eagerly while she reached down and unfastened my jeans. I felt something brush against my ear, and looked over to see Annie sucking on Helena’s other breast. A hand began stroking my cock, and when I reached between Helena’s thighs, I found that Annie’s hand had beaten me there and was already deep in her folds, her thumb expertly rubbing Helena’s clit. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the chair, with Helena kneeling between my thighs while straddling Annie’s face. She wrapped her beautiful boobs around my cock, and grinned up at me before bending her neck and kissing and licking the head of my cock as it emerged from that heavenly valley. The warm smooth softness of her billowing breasts sliding along my shaft, her heartbeat close to my throbbing cock, the way she teased me with her tongue and lips, and her expression as she came, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’, soon pushed me over the edge, sending my come fountaining into the air and splashing onto her face and tits. She giggled as she licked up as much of my jizz as her tongue could reach, and soon Annie emerged to lick up the rest. I watched, entranced, as they lay on the floor sucking on each other’s breasts, then kissed their way down each other’s bodies until they were sixty-nining in front of me.
After a few minutes, I suggested that we’d all be more comfortable on the bed, and they agreed. We staggered towards the bedroom with our arms around each other, then Annie collapsed onto the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Helena dropped to her knees between Annie’s thighs and began rubbing her boobs over her crotch, teasing her clit with her nipples, spreading her pussy lips with her milky flesh. Annie grabbed me and pulled me down towards her mouth, then quickly sucked me back to a full erection. Helena watched, a greedy gleam in her eyes. Annie rolled me onto my back, grabbed a condom out of the nightstand, and barely had time to put it on me before Helena pounced on me. She rode me frantically, coming time after time until I climaxed, while Annie sat on my face and kissed her, and we both fondled her awe-inspiring boobs. Finally, Helena collapsed onto the bed, and the three of us lay huddled together, touching each other gently, playfully, all smeared with come and pussy juice and green paint.
We never did make it to that party; in fact, we hardly left the apartment until we drove Helena back to the airport a week later! She’s promised to come back soon – but whether she does or not, green is now definitely my favourite colour.
TENANCY AGREEMENT
Dave, Watford
My wife, Lesley, and I recently rented out a room in our house to a sexy young thing named Megan. We were careful in our selection, as we wanted just the right type of tenant – a quiet, well-behaved, good-looking girl who would take it any way we gave it to her. You see, she was to be our personal sex toy.
Megan fit the bill to a T. She was a shy, dark-haired nineteen-year-old with big, violet eyes, smooth, pale skin, a cute, round ass and a pair of jutting tits capped by hard, pink nipples. She was a bookworm and a depraved sex slave in one, her quiet demeanour belying the fiery need that burned deep within her.
The first day she was with us, we had a fairly conventional threesome; I banged her from behind while she ate out my wife. From there, however, things degenerated nicely. Bondage, spanking, water sports, you name it, we did it to Megan; and she took it and loved it. Then, one night, we interrupted the petite girl’s studies by telling her that she was going to receive some DP.
“Bum and pussy at the same time?” she enquired, looking and sounding innocent, her eyes wide as she stared at the huge, black cock that dangled from Lesley’s strap-on.
“Strip!” was how I responded to her impertinence.
She got up from behind her desk and did a slow, awkward striptease, first pulling off her sweater, and then unhooking her skirt and letting it fall at her feet. Lesley stroked my rigid cock as I pulled on her own flesh-feeling dong, as we watched our come girl remove her clothing. Megan unfastened and shrugged off her bra, and her ripe nipples swelled visibly in the humid air. She kicked aside her shoes and tugged off her knee socks, then turned her back to us and slid her panties over and down her heart-shaped ass.
Once she was as naked as we were, she crawled onto her bed and lay on her back, tentatively slid a trembling hand down to her shaved pussy and rubbed her clit while she sucked her thumb and awaited further instructions. I nodded at Lesley, and we joined the wanton nympho on her bed. I ordered Megan to climb on top of me, and she quickly straddled my swollen cock with her plump ass cheeks. My wife lubed her cock and Megan’s virgin asshole.
I told Megan what to do, and she gripped my long, hard rod and slowly lowered her tight, damp quim down onto my mushroomed dick head. She eased my straining prong into her glistening, baby-faced slit, until her bum touched my thighs and my cock was buried to the balls inside her cunt. I pulled the whimpering girl down to my chest, and then I grabbed her bottom and spread her butt cheeks, allowing Lesley to push her big, black cock top into Megan’s tiny, petulant starfish.
The girl moaned into my mouth as I savagely Frenched her, as Lesley pushed forwards and ploughed her giant, ebony dong into Megan’s gripping bunghole. Lesley’s face was a mask of grim, sexual determination as she drove her thick faux-cock deep into Megan’s quivering bum, then began churning her hips, fucking Megan’s violated anus. I slid my own hard-on back and forth inside the groaning girl’s drenched pussy, and Lesley and I were quickly pounding that reckless, obedient teenager from front and rear.
“God, she’s tight!” Lesley hissed at me.
I grunted my agreement.
Lesley gripped the fuck doll’s slim waist and plundered her ass with the hip-mounted dildo, spanking Megan’s rippling butt cheeks each time she banged into her. I slammed the overwhelmed teen’s pussy faster and faster and faster, keeping wicked time with my wife’s full-bore ass assault. I squeezed and kneaded Megan’s firm tits, pinched and pulled her rubbery nipples, as Lesley and I savaged the girl’s stretched-out sex holes.
“Yes!” Megan squealed, her eyes shut tight, tears rolling down her lust-contorted face, her lush body dewy with sweat.
I pounded Megan’s cunt with my enraged cock, while Lesley hammered the sex-crazed girl’s rump. We relentlessly double-fucked our superheated sex toy for a long, long time, pummelling her glorious openings with our fire-hardened cocks.
Then I felt the come begin to boil in my balls, and I yelled at my wife to pull me out of Megan’s hot, dripping pussy. She first ripped her own cock out of the moaning girl’s gaping ass, and then tore me free and polished my coursing, juice-slick meat as I blasted thick, white-hot ropes of jism onto Megan’s ass, onto my wife’s night-shaded dong. My body jerked with ecstasy as Lesley hand-pumped my throbbing cock of its heavy load of sizzling semen.
When I’d spilled the last of my seed, Lesley brought her come-covered cock over to Megan’s gasping mouth and ordered the girl to suck on it. Megan licked my sperm off my wife’s ten-inch rod, before Lesley jammed it down her throat for a real blow job.
Megan was sore for a couple of days after that night, but we really didn’t care. After all, she had to earn her keep like the rest of us.
MILKING MY LOVER
James, Oxford
My hottest sexual experience was with my married lover. She’d recently had a baby and her body was luscious with womanly curves and soft flesh. Peeling her clothes off revealed such a different figure than her pregnant form that I felt like I was with a new mistress; I wanted to run my tongue along every single stretch mark, to let my fingers explore all her new contours. But she was
desperate for my cock; she barely allowed me the time to undress her before pulling and pushing me to the floor, unzipping my fly and plunging herself down on my hard prick. She rode me entirely for her own pleasure, she seemed totally oblivious to me, I could have been any man or even a lifeless sex toy. Her energy and attitude turned me on even more than her naked body; I was desperate to get her attention. I matched her strokes and thrust hard up into her; she didn’t even look at me, her head thrown back, her mouth open, screaming out her ecstasy. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers, lightly brushed my fingers over her nipples, all the things that she normally loved, and even though they seemed to increase her enjoyment she still did not look at me. I was only a cock for her hungry cunt.
My attempts to get even the slightest acknowledgment from the woman who was pounding against my groin became increasingly difficult. I dug my fingers into her flesh, pulled on her long black hair, grabbed her arse and tried to pull her against me. She continued to ignore me, immersed entirely in her own waves of orgasms. She was a sexual goddess and I was desperate for her to see I was the one making her this happy. I began to pinch her nipples and slap her large swaying tits. At last she looked at me, her green eyes wide with the pleasure she was experiencing.
“Harder,” she gasped at me.
I didn’t want to hurt her but she became angry at my pause. She scratched her long nails down my chest.
“Harder,” she commanded.
This time I immediately obeyed, pulling on her hard nipples, elongating them as far as I dared. Her gaze was fixed on me now, but I was mesmerized by the punishment I was giving her tits. I alternated pinching with slapping, leaving large red blushes on her huge white breasts. As she rode me hard I saw between her thrusts that my cock was covered with her come, the hair surrounding my prick soaked with her cream. Then I felt something warm and wet on my chest. Milk was freely squirting from her breasts; the sight was so beautiful I wanted to engrain it on my mind, but I couldn’t resist for more than a moment. Her lactating tits were not meant for looking at, they were meant for sucking on. I latched my mouth onto one of her nipples and drank long and hard, thrusting my cock firmly up into her. We fucked like that until I couldn’t hold back any longer and I spurted my juices into her, but even then I didn’t give her nipples any rest from my hungry mouth. As we lay together afterwards I knew for certain that I wanted more of her sweet milk.
To date that was the best fuck I’ve ever had, but afterwards my mistress and I had a world of sexual adventures. We would push each other to do more daring things. I lifted her top in the cinema and drank from those huge tits through the whole film; I ripped her blouse open in a deserted part of town; put my mouth to her nipples at the back of a bus; completely undressed her and fucked and sucked her on a long train journey.
People might have seen us, and I hope they did, but the only time someone openly approached us it was in a park late at night. Her back was pressed against a tree; I’d pulled her tits out of the top of her dress and was drinking freely while my hand played under her skirts. It was probably her loud moaning that drew the attention of the man to this normally empty part of the park at such a dark hour of the day. I don’t know how long he had been standing watching us, but at some point I noticed a change in my lover. It is hard to explain as she made no attempt to stop me or to hide her breasts, she did not suppress her loud gasps of pleasure, but I sensed that the focus of her attention had slightly changed.
I turned to see him; I couldn’t make out any of his features, he was just a slight different shade in the shadows of the night. My initial reaction was fear: he was a stranger of unknown strength and fitness, my woman was exposed and I didn’t know if I would be able to protect her. The man walked slowly towards us, the muscles in my body tensed, but when I glanced at my lover I saw she was smiling. She welcomed him with a kiss as if she’d known him all her life and then pushed his head down into her cleavage. My fear didn’t entirely disappear but jealousy became my paramount emotion; even though she was married it was a new sensation to watch someone enjoying the pleasure of my mistress’s body. The mixture of fear and jealousy added to the sexual tension I always felt in my lover’s presence and when she beckoned me I put my head next to the stranger’s and sucked on her other breast. The stranger did not stay for more than five minutes, he removed his mouth from my lover’s breast and disappeared back into the shadows. I gave her the hardest fuck I’d ever given any woman that night.
When my mistress’s milk stopped flowing I found I could not return back to our previous sex life. As beautiful as she was, sex with her now bored me. Our liaison ended but she’ll always be special to me as she introduced me to the most erotic experience and she was the first one of my many breast-feeding lovers.
IT’S ALL IN THE TIMING
Steve, Clifton
“You have three minutes,” Roxanne said twisting her kitchen timer, then placing it on my night table. “You don’t come in that time you’re not coming the entire night … and you get this.”
Spreading her thick legs wide, her miniskirt hammocked between her dark thighs. Her back ramrod straight, she sat there on the ottoman, the dangerous rattan cane resting across her upturned palms, her thick purple lips pursed and shining, her deep brown eyes wide and set on my popping erection.
The ticking, her stare, the sight of the cane resting across her hands, her creamy chocolate thighs teetering up high there in her three-inch spikes: the full effect was the most unnerving sight I’d ever witnessed … and with Roxanne this past year I had witnessed plenty.
I simply grabbed hold and began stroking hard, the timer a torturous ticking cacophony in my ears as I attempted to concentrate. Though woefully turned on since Roxanne had knocked, come in, thrown off her coat, revealed her outfit – and that fucking cane and timer! – standing before her now I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to come in the time allotted to do so.
“Two forty-five,” Roxanne announced as I willed myself not to look at the timer.
“You are not going to like the cane, Steve,” my girlfriend added. “It really hurts. Like a pinpoint rising heat.”
Did I dare even imagine how she knew this?
“Fuck,” I cried, pulling and huffing.
Roxanne smiled as I gulped, thrusting her crotch out to me even further. The bottom of her non-existent skirt shifted up her thick thighs; really all I had to do was dip my head to get the full view. Dangerously attracted to this voluptuous black girl as I was – obsessed actually – I could never really take my eyes off of any naked part of Roxanne when she presented it to me. It was mostly for this reason, my ache for Roxanne’s body, sexuality, her mind, with her mind where it concerned her sexuality and body, that I had entertained the amount of kinkiness we got into. In all my thirty-one years I had never been so adventurous.
If I really considered it, this was why I had let the more submissive part of my sexual needs flourish here with this girl. This past year had been a whirlwind (at least for me), finding a girl like Roxanne who would play the dominant … and like doing so. God knows I had dabbled a few times with girlfriends who indulged me, but never to this degree, and with a partner who could think up shit like this timer game! In fact there had been more than a few instances when I feared I might not be able to take her latest torture, that I would disappoint her in my obvious naivety, that sooner or later I’d break under her and she’d find a better, more subservient man with a bigger cock and more experience.
And of course this imagined tenuous sexual entrance I was allowed made me want to please her all the more.
“I thought this would have been easy for you,” Roxanne said. “I mean, don’t you jerk off like ten times a day as it is? I can’t believe you can’t do this.” Then, looking to her right at the timer, she added: “Two minutes. I don’t know if you’re gonna make it.”
“Fuck!” I growled, managing my thumb and middle finger on either side, just below the head of m
y cock. This is the one position I know always provokes a release.
“Better hurry,” my girlfriend cooed then leant well forwards, elbows on her spread knees, and the cane rolled to the edge of her fingers. She held that dangerous cane out like an offering between us.
“Looks like about a minute fifteen.”
“Shzza, shnizz,” the cane said as Roxanne sliced a wrist-flick of a space directly in front of her.
“Mmm, this is gonna leave welts.”
Fuck.
I huffed. I jerked faster. I rolled up on my tiptoes.
“Tick tick tick,” my girlfriend sang, then sat back once again and with her free hand pulled her skirt up so it bared her completely.
Staring at and into those glistening bald spread lips, I finally felt that unmistakable lurch right under my belly button. I spread the palm of my left hand right under that area and clutched my ass cheeks.
“Forty seconds, Steve.” With this Roxanne stood. “You’re gonna remember that sound a long time, I bet,” she said looking back at the timer. She took six clicking-heeled steps to me, stood towering over me and looked down at my suffering purple cock.
“Time’s running out.”
“Roxanne!” I cried, writhing there, pulling, shucking. God, could I come?
Tick, tick.
“Not gonna make it.”
I could smell her. I could feel her heavy tits poking me. Feel her warmth next to me . . .
Still . . . tick tick.
“Steve . . .”
Pre-come! Blessed, beautiful, clear and sticky pre-come.
Tick.
“Steve.”
“Oh God.”
Tick.
“You’re not gonna make it,” Roxanne teased.
Fuck!
“Bthling,” the timer brayed. Roxanne laughed and a fount jettisoned out of my taut engorged head.
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