Over the last two years of our relationship, I tried to be discreet but couldn’t get enough come. I found that each guy had a slightly different flavor, but I loved them all. The more a guy came, the more I loved it. I was becoming addicted to come.
There was a large circle of guys who knew about my unquenchable desire to give head but not get fucked, which was fine with them. It became sort of a club with an exclusive membership. There were about twenty guys in the group, and I was passed from one to another night after night after night. Occasionally I’d suck off two or three at a time even. At my senior prom, my date took me in a limousine and as the dance wound down, I went out to the limo and sat in the back as all of the guys in the club came by for a quick blowjob on their way to take their dates to the beach. The guys staged the whole thing so that no one else found out about it, especially not their girlfriends.
I chose a college first because it matched my educational goals and second because it was a large campus, which I figured would give me many more opportunities to meet new guys. I also chose my school because it was far from my home.
I wasted no time finding guys to fulfill my desire to suck cock. During freshman orientation week, I met a couple of the senior advisors and went with them to a party. One of them started hitting on me almost immediately, figuring since I was a young “innocent” freshman, he’d try his luck. He took me upstairs to one of the bedrooms and started to feel me up. When I grabbed his cock through his pants, he knew he had a winner. He tried to take my jeans off, but I just pushed him away and before he could protest, I grabbed for his belt, unzipped his pants and yanked out his cock. It was the biggest one I’d seen. I instantly dived down and tried to stuff it in my mouth. I sucked it all down and he let out a moan of satisfaction.
Up to that point, I’d never worried about technique or variation, as every guy I had been with had come within short minutes and never complained about what I was doing. But I was a little surprised when one guy started to direct my actions. He told me to take him deeper, then to lick it from tip to balls, to lick and suck on his balls, to stroke it then take it back in my mouth. I’d just had a new door opened to me. I became dedicated to not just sucking off guys, but to giving them the best blowjob they could ever have. I became a pro. There was nothing I didn’t do or wouldn’t do when giving a blowjob.
Unlike high school, there was no secret club. Every guy who had the opportunity to get a blowjob from me wound up telling his buddies. Pretty soon the whole school had my number and was calling for a date. Nearly every date ended with me being taken to the guy’s room where his roommate and sometimes more were waiting for me to give them head. I never said no. I did however say no to doing anything more. Believe it or not, I was still a virgin. I loved sucking cock so much that I had no desire to go any further.
Eventually, I had to set some limits or else my school work would go right down the crapper. I’d only go out on Friday and Saturday nights, but at least twice a month I would go to one of the frat parties, where I invariably would have a line of guys waiting for a turn at my by-then famous face.
My favorite night was when our football team won their last game to gain a bowl bid. The campus was going crazy. Up to then I’d never seen, let alone met, any of the football players. The guy who took me out that night, however, thought it would be a good idea to go to a big off-campus party where all the players would show up. About two hours into the party, nothing was happening, and I was about to tell my date to take me home when in walked four of the biggest, darkest men I’d ever seen. They turned out to be the starting line for the team. My date left me for a minute and came back and asked if I wanted to go upstairs for a little while for a “private” party with the team. I agreed and he led me up to one of the empty bedrooms.
When he asked if I was up for taking on a few of the players, I said yes and made myself comfortable. I did what I always do, which was strip down to my bra and panties so I didn’t get my clothes all messy. I found that would also help discourage the guys from wanting to go further. When the door opened, in walked the four big guys I had seen earlier, followed by two of their teammates. They all pulled their cocks out of their pants and approached the bed. Without even introducing himself, the first big black lineman walked up to me, nudged the back of my head, stuffed his meat into my mouth and fucked my face. I was in heaven. He came quickly and was instantly replaced by the next big one. Pretty soon I looked up and saw that the room was full of people, nearly all the guys with their dicks out and a few girls who wanted to watch. My only job that night was to sit there on the bed as dick after dick was presented to my face so that I could open up and taken it in. I swallowed every load that was pumped down my throat.
When I graduated, lots of the guys wanted to find out where I was headed and asked for me to keep in touch. But by then I’d decided that kind of lifestyle wasn’t one that could continue in the real world, and I had finally gotten it out of my system. I took a job back on the West Coast after graduation, assuming that I would never see any of those people again.
Almost immediately after getting settled in my new job and finding a home, I met Vinny. As corny as it sounds, I fell instantly and deeply in love. He was different from all of the guys I’d ever been with before, and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I kept my promiscuous past from him, figuring it was behind me. We got married after eight months together and I was able to reward him with my virginity. Of course I love to suck his cock every chance I get, and I do so with great passion. We’ve been married now for two years, and I find that while I still think about sucking cocks other than Vinny’s, I’ve been able to fight the temptation.
During the nearly three years we’ve known each other, Vinny had never expressed any interest in my sexual past. One night though, Vinny and I were lying in bed and he surprised me by asking me where I learned to suck cock so well. I hesitated since he knew I was a virgin before we met, but I also wanted to tell him the truth, as I love him so much and wanted to keep no secrets from him. I told him my blowjob stories but intentionally left out the large group sessions, telling him only of my desire to save myself and how I did so by only giving head to my dates. He understood and told me that it didn’t matter what I’d done before I met him, he was simply thankful to have me now.
A few weeks later, however, he brought it up again, asking for more details about my experiences. I gave him some more stories about my exploits, and he seemed satisfied. Then one night he floored me by asking if I still had any desire to be with other men or if I ever wanted to suck strange cock. When I hesitated a bit, I saw a faint smile cross his face. I told him that he was all I wanted and showed him so by bending over and taking his cock in my mouth and giving one of my patented blowjobs.
Then one Friday night, Vinny called me at work to ask me to meet him at a hotel in the city for dinner, he was bringing an old college friend to meet me. I was sitting at the bar waiting for him when I saw him walk in—with one of the football players from my old school! I panicked. I had no idea what to do, but before I could high-tail it out of the bar, Vinny saw me. My only hope was that the guy wouldn’t recognize me. Vinny introduced him as Tim, and I caught no signs of recognition on his part.
The dinner conversation turned to college, and Vinny explained that Tim and he had met once at a seminar that the two schools had put together and that they had become friends. I was nervous as could be, and it must have shown. Vinny asked if everything was okay a few times. Over dessert, Tim invited us to join him at a small party that was going on there at the hotel where we were having dinner. I wanted to escape, and tried to give the hint to Vinny that I was tired, but he accepted anyway. He said we’d go, but that we didn’t have to stay too long.
When we got to the party room, Tim knocked on the door, and when it opened, I nearly fell over. There in front of me were fifteen guys from the football team, stark naked! I turned white with fear. Vinny then said, “It’s okay, honey, I know
all about your college days. Actually I met Tim and his friends here when I was on your old campus with a high school buddy. I was there the night you took on the whole team after their bowl bid victory. I was kind of hoping for a re-enactment of that night if you’re up for it, but I’ll understand if you’re not.”
I excused myself and ran to the bathroom to gather my thoughts. All those old feelings of craving for male meat were coming back to me in a delicious rush, but I also had made a promise to myself to be faithful to Vinny once I met and married him. Then I realized he had set this whole scene up and had deceived me by not telling me that he knew all along about my past. Finally, after an eternity of thinking what I should do, I smiled and decided to go for it.
I walked out of the bathroom not in my bra and panties, but completely naked. If Vinny wanted to see me get it on with all these guys from my past, then I was going to go all the way with them. As soon as I walked out, a couple of the guys, recognizing that I was never without my undergarments for a blowjob session, let out a whoop. As the word got around the room what they were in for, they all started to congratulate themselves.
I decided Tim would be first. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled him down until he was flat on his back in the middle of the room, which pushed my ass up towards the rest of the guys. I have no idea who it was but almost immediately, I could feel something rubbing against my pussy and sliding into my slit. For the rest of the night I was kept on my knees while I was filled at both ends by hard cocks. I have no idea how many times each of the guys fucked either my face or my pussy. All I know was they went at it until late Saturday morning.
When we left there, I had that old familiar numbness in my mouth, but that time I also had such a full pussy, come ran down my legs as we walked through the lobby. I was hooked again. Vinny told me that he loved me more than ever. I looked him in the eye and told him that as long as he was okay with it, I would like to do this on a regular basis, perhaps once or twice a year, providing that he set it up and that it was never in our home town. Now I get to have the best of all possible worlds; for three-hundred sixty-three nights a year, I’m a one-man woman. And for the other two nights, I’m back to my old wicked ways.—J.G., Sacramento, California
Take Her, She’s Mine
WHEN HE DISCOVERED HIS WIFE’S OUTSIDE ACTIVITY, HE JUST WANTED TO GET IN ON IT
I’ve been married for twelve great years to my beautiful wife Kim. Although we have two children, her thirty-four-year-old body is as good now as the day we met. Our sex life has been great, although for the last few years I’ve longed for something to spice it up even more. A few months ago I found it.
It started out at a party at our friend Don’s house. We had met Don about three months previously through Al, a good friend who works at my office. Al had told Kim and me that Don was single and semi-wealthy, and that some girls had a thing for him because of his massive cock. I was sort of surprised that Al would say this in front of my wife, but I was even more surprised when she smiled and asked, “How big is it?”
Al just replied, “Very big.”
Since meeting Don we had already attended about four of his parties. On this particular evening the weather was chilly, so we had worn coats. When we got there, Don told me to throw them with those of the other guests on the bed in his room.
I did so, and then, looking idly around his bedroom, I saw that the door of his large videocassette cabinet was slightly ajar. Out of pure curiosity, I went over to take a peek. Along with all the commercial movies on video, there were about twenty tapes, obviously private, and marked with names. I froze when I saw one labeled “Kim P.” In an instant, memories of a hundred stories that I’d read in Penthouse Letters flooded over me. Was it an X-rated tape? And could it really be my wife?
When I saw another tape labeled “Kim P. and Al,” I almost fell down. What should I do? Without really thinking I grabbed the two tapes and stuffed them down the sleeve of my jacket. I then hastened to rejoin the party, counting the minutes until I could get home and review the evidence.
I didn’t go to work the next day. Instead, after the kids had gone to school and my wife had left for her job, I took out the tapes from where I had hidden them, my heart beating as I wondered again if they would turn out to be what I feared—and maybe hoped?
I inserted the first tape and sat back to watch. Yes! There was my wife, sitting on the edge of Don’s bed, nude except for her panties. Don stood in front of her wearing only a shirt. His cock was enormous. At least ten inches long, it was as thick as my wife’s wrist.
He guided that stiff tool to her mouth, but she could only take about four inches. She licked and sucked for about ten seconds, then stopped and told him, “I’ve got to have this in my pussy.” Although Kim gives great blowjobs, she would always much rather fuck.
“Let me tell you the rules here,” Don replied. “You can ride this cock all night, but the first load goes down your throat. The quicker you make that happen, the faster you get fucked.”
Now usually my wife doesn’t like to be told what to do, and for a quick second I thought this was going to be a short tape. But I was slightly stunned by her reaction to his words. Her eyes kind of melted, and she nodded in acceptance. She then proceeded to take as much of his dick in her mouth as she could, stroking it with one hand and reaching around him with the other, to hold his ass and pull him toward her. She sucked him hard and furiously, and about two minutes later, Don gasped and shot his load down her throat. There was so much come that I could see it coming out of the corners of her mouth even as she swallowed. Don told her to keep sucking him until his climax subsided, which she did.
“Baby, that was fantastic!” he said then. “Now move up on the bed so I can feel how tight that beautiful cunt is.” He removed her panties and his shirt, ate her pussy for ten minutes, and then mounted her. They fucked for over an hour, missionary position, doggie-style and with her on top. She came at least four times. I came twice just watching her.
Finally the tape ended. Mentally exhausted and sexually spent, I pondered what to do next. Should I, dare I, watch the second tape? I loaded it. I watched it. My heart was soon pounding in shock.
My wife was on her hands and knees on Don’s bed, sucking his cock, while my great friend Al was slowly and steadily pumping his seven-inch cock in and out of my wife’s pussy. The tape lasted forty minutes and ended with Kim on top of Don, his cock buried deep in her cunt, and Al fucking her ass, something she had allowed me to do only once in twelve years of marriage. After shooting my third load, I put the tapes away and sat down to think.
Was I upset with her for doing those things, or was I upset because I hadn’t been part of it? I decided it was the latter. So the obvious question was how to change that situation.
Kim and I made love that night, and afterwards we talked. I told her that our lovemaking was great, but that after twelve years a bit of the thrill of super-hot sex was gone, and I thought it was time to do something kinky. Kim arched an eyebrow and asked me what I was thinking of, exactly.
I then explained about all the Penthouse Letters stories I had read about men wanting other men to fuck their wives. I told her that was what I wanted. I said I really wanted to see her pussy after it had been fucked hard by someone else.
Kim smiled. “How am I supposed to get somebody else to fuck me?” she said innocently.
“Listen,” I replied. “Don’t kid me. You’re beautiful. You can do anybody you want. I really want this, so make it happen, okay? Pick somebody from work, or from the parties we’ve attended.”
Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. “You’re sure you want me to do something like that?” she asked.
“Positively. You know I’m going on that business trip tomorrow. When I get home on Thursday, have the kids at your mother’s for the night, and make a date with whomever you choose. After supper you’ll go to his place and fuck him. Fuck him hard, but don’t clean up afterward. When you come home I want to see
matted pussy hair and dripping come. Can you do that?”
“I can do anything. But are you ready for me to be like that?”
I looked her in the eye. “Do it for me.”
During the trip I could barely concentrate on business. When I got home on Thursday the kids were at Kim’s mother’s, and she had prepared a light supper. Nothing was said until I asked, as we finished eating, “Are we on for tonight?”
She gave me a knowing smile. “I’m leaving in twenty minutes.” She went in to dress, and returned wearing high heels, stockings with garter belt and a light V-neck cotton dress, with no bra. Her nipples were plainly visible under the fabric. Her hair was perfectly brushed, and she wore dark eye makeup and red lipstick. I felt like fucking her right then, and told her so.
“Nope,” she said. “I have plans. I’m going to walk back in that door in two hours. You be on our bed naked, waiting for me. And don’t play with yourself. I’ll want to add your come to his later tonight.”
We kissed and she left. Fifteen minutes later, unable to contain my curiosity, I jumped in the car and drove the two blocks to Don’s street. Sure enough, glancing down the row of houses I saw Kim’s car parked in his driveway. I returned home and, unable to stop myself, watched the tape of her and Don, knowing that his cock was inside her at that moment, just as it was on the screen.
At ten o’clock I heard her car in the driveway. I was already naked, and I quickly went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I heard Kim come in the front door, and a few seconds later come down the hall. “Did you have a nice time?” I asked as she came into the room.
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