It wasn’t until two in the morning that she came home, and she was glowing. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, and she smelled of sex. She told me she had met Jerry, her date, at a bar downtown. He turned out to be a handsome guy in his thirties. They had a few drinks and talked for about an hour. He then made his move by putting his hand on her thigh, moving up her leg to her cunt, and she didn’t stop him.
He then suggested that they go back to his place. Tracy told him she would prefer a hotel, so they found an inexpensive hotel room near the bar, not very romantic, but clean enough. As soon as they got into the room he began to undress her. Her nipples were hard, and he sucked them. When he took off her panties, he licked her clean-shaven pussy dry. When he licked her clitoris she had her first climax.
Jerry then undressed himself. Tracy said that his erection was enormous. It looked at least eight inches long, and very thick. She proceeded to suck his cock until he was moaning loudly. He pulled away after a while and moved to enter her missionary-style. He slid his cock in gradually, and she encouraged him to bury the whole thing inside her. They fucked for about ten minutes before they both came.
They rested awhile and then proceeded to screw again. This time he entered her from behind. Again they rested, and next time they fucked sideways. Each time Tracy had a fantastic orgasm. Afterward they arranged to meet again in two days.
I had been uncertain about how I would feel when Tracy told me about her sexual adventures, but I was anything but uncertain now. My cock was stiff and throbbing, and I was as excited as I could ever remember being. It was impossible to hide my reaction from her, so I didn’t try. When she saw how turned on I was she grinned hugely and pulled up her skirt. I hardly had time to whip out my dick before she was in my lap, bouncing up and down on my rigid pole. It was one of the best screws we’d ever had.
That was eight months ago. Since that time, Tracy has been dating constantly, and she now goes out two or three times a week. She continues to see Jerry, but she also has about ten other guys who she screws regularly. Each time, when she comes home, she tells me in detail what she did, and we end up fucking the shit out of each other.
Sure, there are times when I look back with some regret to the time when I had a faithful wife who was interested only in me. But if I had a choice, I’m not really sure I’d want to go back to that now. And since I don’t, I figure I might as well enjoy what I’ve got. In fact, I’m trying to arrange it so that I can watch Tracy with one of her lovers sometime, and if that works out I’ll let you know.—K.F., Lincoln, Nebraska
Pursuit & Capture
WHAT STARTS OUT AS A SILLY PRANK TURNS INTO THE MOST SERIOUS SEX OF HER LIFE
In a matter of months I have changed dramatically, from a relatively inexperienced, sexually conservative woman to a highly experimental, orgasmic nymphomaniac with a filthy mouth and an incredible sexual appetite.
I married the first guy I ever slept with in college, so my experience was quite limited, and I was always quiet and submissive, never really letting myself go. I am a very young-looking thirty-two-year-old, and have only recently become aware of how many men notice, and want, my toned, tanned five-foot-six, hundred-and-five-pound body.
It all started as a childish prank. When I went on vacation to Las Vegas, a friend gave me the phone number of a guy who she said was a serious “player.” His name was Sal, and she said he was notorious for his wild adventures and kinky sexual escapades. The joke was that I was to call him and pretend to be a previous conquest, back in town and in need of a great fuck.
She told me fascinating stories about Sal, stories that included trysts with multiple women, mate-trading, bondage and domination—things I considered taboo, and yet found intriguing and strangely arousing. The idea of tricking a man like that was a thrilling challenge. Since supposedly I would never actually meet him, I had no inhibitions whatsoever when I made the call. My friend had given me enough personal information about him to allow me to be convincing. Or so I thought.
Sal had an incredibly deep voice, which I found extremely sensual. Moments into our conversation I felt warm and wet. Even though he had no idea who the fuck I was, he never let on that he didn’t remember me. Our conversation got very hot very quickly. But when he suggested we get together, the joke was over and I had to hang up. I was hornier than hell, and as a result I had to take matters into my own hands, literally.
Sal called me back the next day. I hadn’t anticipated that he would have caller ID. Now, of course, he knew the name of my hotel, and when he said he wanted to come over, I panicked. The joke had gone too far, and there was nothing to do but end the masquerade and confess everything. Sal then admitted he already suspected the joke, and had just been calling my bluff to see how far I would go. I told him that if I weren’t married I would meet him in a minute, but as it was . . . And he said he understood.
Still, we talked through the night, and our conversation was frankly sexual—from favorite positions to kinky adventures to ultimate fantasies. In graphic detail we spoke about role-playing, sex toys, porn and self-gratification. Even after my return home we continued to talk, sometimes for hours at a time. Sal was always smooth and incredibly seductive, and left me wet and fired up at the end of every call. The chemistry and desire were there, as it wasn’t any more with my husband. And when the day came that Sal said he was coming into town on business and would really like to meet me, I finally said to hell with my husband.
I decided that this was the perfect opportunity to fulfill a fantasy we had discussed on the phone. I would hire a limousine and play his personal chauffeur. In preparation, I shaved my pussy completely bare, since I knew from our conversations that he liked them that way. It felt wild, and I couldn’t keep my hands off myself!
At the airport I waited nervously for his arrival in my mock chauffeur’s outfit, with my long light-brown hair swept up off my face. I wore tight black pants, a fitted white silk blouse, a black bow tie and a zippered black jacket. My body was filled with electricity as I held the sign with his name on it. I was about to meet the man I thought of when I got myself off, the man whose voice alone got my juices flowing.
I knew him the minute I saw him. Our eyes met, and he smiled the most handsome smile. He was absolutely fucking hot—just over six feet tall, trim, extremely fit and very stylish. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a gentle hug. He felt so good!
As we walked through the airport, his arm around my shoulders, he said he really liked my sexy chauffeur’s outfit. Outside, a white stretch limo was waiting for us, with a real chauffeur behind the wheel.
As we got in, I told him that this was my first limo ride. I had his favorite champagne on ice. In true player style, he put on some soft music, skillfully opened and poured the champagne and put up the divider between us and the driver—all this before we even pulled out of the airport.
We were quick to empty our glasses, and he said he was impressed that I had gone to so much trouble. Finally he kissed me lightly and pulled my body close to his. He moved his strong hands from the small of my back to my ass. What an outstanding kisser he was! He moved his hands to my face, then my neck and then my breasts. He kissed me with such passion and desire, my entire body felt like it was on fire. He laid me gently back across the long leather seat, speaking softly and seductively as he told me to lie back and enjoy my first limo ride.
It would be one I would never forget.
He unbuttoned my blouse and caressed my breasts expertly with his hands, then his mouth. My nipples grew hard from the warmth of his tongue, and my panties were soaked quickly in anticipation. I accepted his advances eagerly. He kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled my tits, then continued down my stomach to my waist.
He slid his hands along my waistline and removed my pants and panties in one swift, graceful motion. He saw my bare pussy and attacked it with his mouth. I was dripping wet. He had a very talented tongue. I moaned in appreciation as he teased the hell out of my clit before sucki
ng on it. My hips moved with him as his tongue traced my slit, and he slid a finger into my wet cunt. Between his skillful tongue and fingers, I was drenched and aching for the phenomenal fuck I knew was in store.
The ride to my place was over too soon. As I hastened to pull myself together, Sal moved up and kissed me deeply. It was the first time I had ever tasted my own juices, and I found it incredibly erotic. We no sooner got inside my house than we were kissing deeply again, right there in the entrance hall. He removed my blouse and bra, and I tore open his shirt. What an incredible chest he had—firm, muscular, absolutely perfect. My hands were all over his body before we pressed our naked chests together. I felt his hard cock strain against me through his trousers.
As we kissed passionately once more, he moved his hands underneath my arms and lifted me effortlessly high in the air. He pressed my back against the wall and brought his mouth to the waistband of my pants, grabbing them with his teeth to pull them down. Then his tongue met my wet pussy. It felt so amazing!
When he let me down I reached for his belt, furiously opened his pants and pulled out the most beautiful engorged prick I had ever seen. It sprang up toward his flat stomach. Completely consumed, I dropped to my knees on the floor. Normally I would need some encouragement to suck dick, but now there was no holding me back. I had to have his rod in my mouth. I had never been this aggressive sexually, but I could not contain my desire any longer. I put the head of his cock into my mouth to moisten it before tracing my tongue around the ridge. I sucked the tip, and he moaned a soft, “Aw yeah, baby girl!” That was all the encouragement I needed. It was a challenge, but I swallowed his entire impressive rod. I tightened my lips around him and moved my mouth up and down, varying my rhythm, speed and intensity.
When I looked up at his face, I was intoxicated by his look of total pleasure. With my damp fingers I caressed his balls and the sweet spot between them and his ass. I felt my own wetness running down my legs as his hips worked with me, thrusting his incredible cock deep in my mouth until the tip of it rammed the back of my throat. After a while I heard him moaning, and I could tell his orgasm was imminent.
Suddenly he pulled away from me. I was disappointed, because all I wanted to do right then was to taste him, to swallow him as he unloaded in my mouth. But Sal had other ideas. He said he wanted me to wait there while he went in and prepared my bedroom for us. He smiled at my puzzled expression and just said, “Trust me.”
Leaving me there on my knees, he went into the bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later he called for me to come in. When I did, I found that he had covered my bed with the plastic shower curtain from my bathroom. He had lit some candles, and he was standing there stark naked, with a look in his eyes that made me hot all over. He quickly removed my clothes, then took a bottle of baby oil from my nightstand and poured some onto the shower curtain. Then he told me to lie down on my stomach.
I hesitated for a moment, but I was unable to refuse this man anything. As it turned out, the feel of the cool, oily shower curtain against my naked flesh was incredibly exciting. Sal now straddled my prone body. I felt his unbelievable hard-on resting on my ass. He poured baby oil slowly all over my back. Then he put his hands on me and began the most electrifying massage I had ever experienced.
This was not the kind of back rub that relaxed you. His strong, flexible hands were extraordinarily stimulating as he moved them from behind my ears to my neck, shoulders, arms and sides, brushing against the sides of my breasts. I wanted to turn over and beg him to fuck my aching, slippery box, but he wouldn’t let me turn toward him.
His hands worked their oily magic on my ass, thighs and calves. Then he moved to my inner thighs. No doubt he felt the heat radiating from between my legs. His slick fingers traced my bald pussy lips, and I rolled my hips in response. My swollen clit was next.
Frenzied and consumed with desire, I told him I wanted him to fuck me—now! I couldn’t believe the sound of pure lust in my voice and the impatient words that came from my mouth. Finally he let me turn over. Our slippery, naked bodies were hot and eager. He moved one leg between mine, and I wrapped my leg around him, forcing him closer. The feeling of his stiff cock against my stomach drove me mad.
I reached desperately for him and guided him toward my hungry snatch. I rubbed the head of his dick along my gash before he pushed it slowly in. Wet as I was with anticipation, it was a tight squeeze. I felt my pussy stretch to accept him. When he filled me, I gasped. He took my face and captured my eyes with his intense gaze, staring deep into my soul as he began to fuck me.
He started by pulling his cock almost all the way out before driving it slowly and deeply back into me. I felt his balls against my ass as he began to pound my tight, dripping cunt faster and faster. Finally he moved my legs onto his shoulders and rammed me so hard I screamed with passion. The friction of his jackhammer momentum caused my pussy to spasm and contract around him. What incredible stamina he had!
With my head still spinning, he released my legs from his shoulders and, wrapping his arm around me, rolled me over and pulled me on top of him. I sat up and watched his hard cock as I rode him. The sight of him penetrating me got me even more fired up. His big hands caressed my tits and then moved to my hips, pulling me further onto him, lifting his hips to force himself even deeper while continuing to fuck wildly. I heard his moans over my own cries of pleasure. I rocked my hips back and forth as I moved up and down on him. He slapped my ass once, and the sound and feel of his hand excited the hell out of me. I moved faster as my excitement level mounted.
“That’s it, baby girl—fuck me!” he said, and I realized that he had stopped moving and I was fucking him solo, working myself violently on his hard dick. I moved my hips sideways and in a circular motion as I continued to impale myself with his rod. I leaned back to force his prick against my sweet spot. I fingered my clit as I rode him, getting off from watching him watch me do it.
After convulsing in orgasm once more, I begged Sal to fuck me from behind. He knew from our phone calls that this was my favorite position, and readily accommodated my request. With me on my knees and elbows, his hands gripped my hips tightly as he drove his dick home—fast, hard, deep and wild. I thought I was going to lose consciousness as my whole body shook uncontrollably, and then I was screaming again. As I came Sal pulled out of me, flipped me over and came all over my body. I moved enthusiastically to suck every last drop out of his cock before dropping back, exhausted.
Sal smiled at me. “It’ll only get better,” he said. I lay there in complete disbelief, my body numb from the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.
But he was right.—H.L., New York, New York
FIRST HE FIXED HER CAR, AND THEN FIXED HER IN HIS TRUCK
I am an eighteen-year-old college student with a slender build, shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair and green eyes. Up until recently my sex life has been pretty crappy. I’d only had sex a few times, and even those were mostly not worth mentioning. I live in a small town where everyone knows everyone else, and that fact in itself has severely restricted my sexual opportunities.
However, all that changed a few weeks ago. My new boss’s brother Roy owns a towing company here in town, as well as being one of the town mechanics. He is a good-looking man with long brown hair, a mustache, bluish-gray eyes and a tall lean build. Ever since I started working for my boss, Roy had been after me. At first I found it flattering, but I thought it wasn’t really the kind of relationship that I wanted. We made out a couple of times, but I didn’t let it go very far.
Then, driving home from work one night, I noticed my car was acting up. That car had been giving me trouble for quite a while, so this was no great surprise. I pulled over and opened the hood, but that didn’t help much, because I know very little about vehicles. When I got back in and tried to start it, it wouldn’t start at all. I tried several times before I finally gave up. Then I tried to call home, but my parents were at work and I had no idea where my brother was. So in
an act of desperation and panic at being stranded on an empty highway, I called Roy.
He showed up after a while, took a look at my car and had it fixed within twenty minutes. I started thanking him effusively, and as I was doing so he reached over and pulled me closer, kissing me lightly. At first it caught me off guard, but then I found myself kissing him back wholeheartedly. My hunger grew as his tongue explored my mouth, and I suddenly thought about how long it had been since I’d had a cock inside me. Breaking our kiss, he slid his mouth down to my neck, which has always been sensitive. His hands were roaming over my blouse and unbuttoning the buttons slowly. I moaned as he reached inside and squeezed one of my breasts, playing gently with my nipple.
I stopped him long enough to move to the cab of his truck, pulling him along by a belt loop. He hoisted me onto the seat, where he opened my blouse and began to tongue my nipple. He licked and sucked both nipples till I felt I would die from the pleasure. His hands undid my jeans and pulled them off. There I was in nothing more than a thin blouse and my panties, which by now were completely soaked. He said I smelled wonderful and tasted even better. He laid me down across the seat of the wrecker and began to kiss my belly, moving down to my pussy. My clit throbbed with passion, and I felt that I would drown in my own juices. Grabbing the band of my thong he began to pull it off with his teeth. When he had it off he gently laid it alongside my crumpled jeans.
He smiled at me as he kissed my mound, and I felt an electric jolt go through me as his tongue darted across my clit. I whimpered in pleasure as he tongue-fucked me. That tongue was absolute magic. My breathing became quick and shallow, and I heard myself moaning. I sat up slightly, grabbing his head and pulling it harder against me, and then I came with a shudder, soaking his face with my juices while he drank them in. Then I fell back on the seat, reveling in my orgasm.
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