We lay quietly for a few minutes, and then she urged me to eat her out. Her pussy smelled like clover. I pulled at her hair and proceeded to suck each pussy lip one at a time. I opened her legs wider, and then I spread her puffed-out lips, exposing her clit. It was a juicy little fella. I started out slowly, sucking and then gently nibbling on it. She loved everything I did and pressed my head further down. I licked her hole for a while, and then concentrated on her clit. Her moans started to get louder and suddenly she arched her back, pressing her mound into my face. I felt shivers going through her body and just kept working on that clit. Her ass was in the air by now, and soon a gigantic convulsion took hold of her. Within seconds she was fingering herself, and then she squeezed her thighs together, filling my mouth with come.
When I looked up, all I saw were her heaving and sweaty breasts as she fought to regain her breath. I blew on her torso to cool her down and her nipples shot up like two rockets. I began to suck her tits one at a time. She was enjoying every minute of it. In my state of euphoria, I did not hear the door to my apartment open. There, standing above us, was my girlfriend. I was dumbfounded. Before I could explain, she had proceeded to take all her clothes off and join us in a ménage a trois. My girlfriend is usually as conventional as I am, and I’d never have dreamed that she would have joined in. But she jumped on my anonymous friend with the same enthusiasm that she usually brings to our heterosexual encounters. She started licking the stranger’s hole like a woman possessed. Her ass was sticking up in the air and I moved in for the kill. It was such a strange situation that I felt like I was fucking Denise for the first time ever. We changed positions for the next hour or so before we all fell asleep in exhaustion.
Next morning, when I woke up, only my girl and I were in bed. On the dresser, however, there was a note. “Dear Friend: I never thought that a loose wire could bring so much erotic bliss. Thanks for everything—Erica.” Well, I finally found out her name, although it really didn’t matter—I never saw Erica again.
AEROBISEX
I am a successful professional woman—marketing vice-president for a small but rapidly growing construction firm in a major city on the East Coast. My husband never fails to compliment me on my looks. Personally I think he exaggerates my beauty, but my long, auburn hair and firm ass do turn many a head.
One recent Friday afternoon I left work early to go home and change for my aerobics class. Standing before the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I unbuttoned my blouse under which my nipples, covered by a white, silk camisole (no bra), began to harden in the cool of our air-conditioned apartment. I unwrapped my skirt, stepped out of my lacy slip and inspected myself in the mirror. I noticed that my commitment to exercise was paying off: my smooth stomach had lost its slight swell and was almost flat. As I turned sideways my long, athletic legs and tightly rounded butt were highlighted by my high-heel pumps and silk stockings. During these warm summer months I rarely wear panties, and the contrast of the tight straps of my garter belt and my soft, pale ass is a sight that my husband appreciates. As my hands slowly drifted up to lightly brush my breasts through the material of the camisole, it occurred to me that I was still a bit randy from the wonderful fucking my husband had given me that morning. I hoped that the impending workout would take my mind off my libido.
I arrived at class just in time. During our warm-up I looked around to see who was there. As I scoped out the crowd of about forty or so, my eyes met those of a new girl whom I had not seen before. She smiled at me and then looked away. During the workout, I occasionally managed to check her out in the mirror. She was obviously curious about me as well, because we locked reflected glances several times, upon which we would both quickly look down, slightly embarrassed. The girl was lovely in an earthy sort of way. Her hips were a bit wide, but not unattractive. Her shoulder-length, blond hair bounced freely as she danced.
After class, while I was gathering my things and catching my breath, I looked up to see her standing there. “Hi,” she said, “my name is Maria. What’s yours?” I stammered for a minute, then told her. I fumbled for something to say as my eyes trailed down the V of sweat that made her top cling to the front of her body. Her sparkling blue eyes bespoke a kind, perhaps vulnerable, interior. Soon we were yakking away like old friends. Having both recently moved to the area from almost the same part of my home state, we found that we had much in common. Suddenly I remembered that I had an extra guest pass to my club, so I suggested that we both cleanse our pores in the sauna. She also had a change of clothes with her and was more than willing to soothe her exhausted muscles with me in the whirlpool.
The club is just a couple of doors down from the dance studio, so we soon had keys and found our lockers, which happened to be right next to each other. As we peeled out of our sweaty garments, I tried to see (without being too obvious) what treasure her outfit had been concealing. In fact, I caught her looking me up and down in what can only be described as an amorous manner! She looked guilty as hell, so I defused the situation with a laugh and a smile, and we headed for the girls-only sauna with just our towels wrapped around us.
The locker room had been deserted except for us, and the sauna was no different. Maria sat on the higher level of wooden slats and I sat one level below her. We quickly fell to talking about men, jobs and sex. At one point she unabashedly swung one of her legs up on the slats. I felt my face flush as I tried not to examine her exposed genitals. She seemed not to care that she was showing all. Neither of us spoke for a minute, and I gave in to temptation and drank with my eyes the exquisite beauty between her legs. Her blond hair was neatly groomed and her pussy lips shaved like mine. Her pink, inner lips protruded from her swollen vulva like the symmetrical petals of some fleshy rose. Her rounded ass was flattened against the wood of the sauna bench, and I found myself thinking what it would be like to tongue her twat while grabbing her sweet butt with both hands.
I leaned back against the wall and unwrapped my towel, parting my legs and seductively stroking the insides of my thighs. By this time I was genuinely horny and suggested we try out the whirlpool.
Dropping our towels, we eased ourselves into the warm, roiling water. I closed my eyes and let the jets buffet my aching muscles. From previous experience I knew that if I positioned myself just right, I could enjoy the bursts of bubbles on my clit. Maria at once remarked how “really great” it felt, and I realized that she had also discovered my technique. I also realized that she had moved much closer to me than would appear appropriate to anyone entering the room. Under the water her hand found mine and squeezed it tightly. She smiled, said that she was very glad to have met me and was looking forward to being my friend. Feeling audacious, I pulled her hand to my leg. I could hardly believe what I was doing. I spread my legs as she took the initiative and moved her eager fingers to the heart of my desire. She knew exactly how to tantalize. She brought me to the edge several times and then, much to my dismay, two fat ladies walked in. We quickly moved apart and tried to disguise our guilt.
Later, as I showered, I struggled with my conscience. The same old worries: What if I’m gay? Still, it had been exhilarating, and I found myself wishing we could continue in more private surroundings. We quickly dressed sans underwear and headed for her place.
I called my husband from Maria’s apartment and told him that I was going to be out late. Having taken care of that, I looked around Maria’s apartment. It was tastefully decorated—feminine, but not girlish. Her book collection tended toward the avant-garde. Ayn Rand and Solzhenitsyn were typical of the authors on her shelves.
Maria entered the room with two Mai Tais. They were perfect. As we settled into her plush, overstuffed couch, she tactfully broached the subject of getting high. I, of course, jumped at the opportunity. She deftly rolled a fat joint and we smoked. She turned down the lights a bit and put on some light jazz music. She pulled me up to dance. Though I protested that we had suffered enough exercise for one day, I found myself drawn into the rhythm. We pa
ssed the joint back and forth as we undulated in synchronization.
Still, I contemplated leaving before things went too far, but the more I looked at her, dancing slowly with her eyes closed, the more I wanted to stay. Just then she opened her eyes. A silent agreement was reached and we moved close to one another. We embraced and kissed. Our lips met, at first tentatively, then with growing passion.
She suddenly pulled back and, taking me by the hand, led me toward the bedroom. Her lair, I thought.
She lit a candle on each side of the bed and sat on the edge. Sitting next to her, I took the lead by sliding my fingers into her soft, golden hair and pulling her head back. Her slender neck exposed, I kissed and nibbled my way from her shoulders to her ears and back again. She sighed and murmured how “nice, very nice” it was. Moving again to her face, I sought her mouth, which beckoned me silently. Her sweet kisses aroused my senses with an electricity that made my cunt drip with anticipation. I wanted to taste all of her and for her to make love to me.
I became conscious of her hands moving up under my shirt to my breasts. Thus emboldened, I did the same to her and soon we had each other’s shirt off, both of us reveling in our newfound toys. I never dreamed a woman’s breast could feel so wonderful. I had certainly caressed my own many times while masturbating, but this was totally incomparable. As I rolled her hard nipples between my fingers, she gently pushed my head down. Lifting her heavy tit to my lips. I sucked her pink bud into my mouth. I greedily tried to fit her entire breast into my mouth, much to her delight. I was content, however, to swirl my tongue around and around her areola.
She then dutifully paid at least as good attention to my tits as I had to hers, taking special care to lightly brush the undersides (just the way I like it). Again we kissed with our breasts rubbing together. She was warm. She was soft. I was in heaven.
I moved my hands to her jean-encased legs as her kissing became more frantic. The aroma that emanated from her crotch was amazing! This girl’s cunt must be on fire, I thought. As I unbuckled her belt she groaned her appreciation for me finally getting down to business. Her tight pants snapped open as I undid the button at the top, easing the zipper down.
I lightly touched her soft belly before toying with her small patch of hair. I pushed her back on the bed and lay on one elbow as I explored further. Her pussy was soft as a kitten, fantastically slippery between her lips. I couldn’t resist plunging my middle finger into her well-lubricated hole. She whimpered with lust as I stroked in and out. I removed my hand from its wet haven and brought my fingers to my face, deeply inhaling her aroma. I tentatively raised my extended finger to my lips and had my first taste of a woman. Maria’s mouth joined mine and we both savored her sweet juices.
This was too much. I frantically removed her shoes and socks and wrestled her pants down from her full hips. I stood to take off the rest of my clothes. Then I lay on top of her with my leg between hers and one of hers between mine. We kissed more and ground our eager pussies against each other. I began to kiss my way down her body. I passed by her pussy to kiss the soles of her feet and lick her toes. As I took her big toe in my mouth and began to “blow” it as I would a cock, she reached down to rub her pussy. “You just wait,” I said, pushing her hand away. I didn’t want to torture her too much longer, so I kissed my way back to her treasure trove, alternating legs on the way up.
In the flickering candlelight I could see she was dripping with anticipation. Her tiny, pink clit had swollen to where it was conspicuously protruding at the top of her slit. I slid my arms underneath and around her legs and pressed my face to her sex. I pushed the hood of her clitoris back with my upper lip and stiffened my tongue to mercilessly lash at her exposed clit with a diversity of motions. To say she was enjoying herself would be an incredible understatement. Never in my life have I seen someone so wild! She jumped around and undulated her hips like some sort of rodeo bull or something. She forcefully used her hands to urge me to press even more tightly against her. Within seconds I could see the insides of her thighs begin to quiver. Her hands left my head and, as they began to clutch at the sheets, she ceased bucking and began a sort of a howl/moan/screech that must have begun deep in her belly. As she arched her back and let go, I continued licking her quickly disappearing love-button for all I was worth. What a racket! I was sure someone was going to call the police, but her screams, which came in waves along with the convulsions of her body, made me feel triumphant and powerful. In the back of my mind, I always knew I would be good at this.
I slid up next to her. Her trembling body glistened with sweat. Though I was content just to relax, she obviously had caught her second wind and began to kiss me with the gratitude of someone who has been exquisitely satisfied after a long period of deprivation. “You’re gorgeous and that was the best I’ve ever had,” she said. “Now I will try to make you feel as pretty as you have just made me feel.” True to her word, she began to kiss me hotly all over my body. She rolled me over and began to massage my shoulders and back. I was in ecstasy. Tenderly kneading my legs and ass, her fingers slid to my pussy. I parted my legs to give her better access. I felt her kiss my behind, and for a second I felt embarrassed that a woman was examining my most private areas up close. Her insistent, probing tongue soon overcame my resistance, though, and I let her have her way.
She worked her way down to my eager pussy and quickly found the perfect spot. I brought my knees underneath me and lifted my ass to allow her to work her magic. She pressed her face against my snatch. I don’t know how she could breathe, but she didn’t seem to mind. She licked and sucked my cunt and clit like a woman possessed. She brought me to the edge again and again, just as she had done in the hot tub, but she wouldn’t let me come. Desperate, I begged her to let me finish. “All in good time, my dear,” she replied. She allowed me to roll over onto my back and get more comfortable.
Barely missing a beat, she resumed her delicious torture. She moved around until her knees were beside my head, then lifted one leg over me and brought her soft (and still quite wet) pussy down to my face. I eagerly pulled her ass to me and again began to suck and tantalize her cunt as she did the same to mine. It felt as though a continuous current of pleasure were cycling through us.
Closing my eyes, I surrendered to her shaking head and lashing tongue. This time she didn’t hold back. An orgasm began to build within me that felt as though it began at my toes and fingertips and worked its way toward the center. Suddenly it happened! I have never before and never since experienced anything like it. I lost all track of time. It seemed to last for five minutes as the waves of uncontrollable release swept over me. I vaguely remember biting her leg, for which I apologized later. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
THE NATURAL
For years I have lusted after my wife’s best friend, a luscious, leggy blonde named Paula. I always thought it would be just a favorite fantasy, but a conversation with my wife, Sue, and a great opportunity made my dream come true. Several months ago, my wife began telling me about the intimate confessions that Paula shared with her. Sue knew it turned me on to hear about Paula’s sexy thoughts. Paula, still a virgin, has been getting increasingly hot for a hard cock.
About a month ago, Sue told me about a really cock-hardening conversation she’d had with Paula. It seems Paula had decided the only way she could manage to keep a boyfriend and her virginity was to learn how to give head. I teasingly suggested that we should let Paula watch while Sue gave me one of her cock-spurting blowjobs. I even offered to let Paula practice on my stiff joint. My wife dismissed both suggestions as being utterly outrageous.
But for an exhibitionist like me, the thought of Paula watching Sue lovingly sucking my rod was too much to forget. Many times during solo sessions, the thought of Paula joining my wife on her knees for cocksucking lessons was what brought me off. Those wad-blowing visions were still in my head when Paula came over to the house recently to get ready for a Christmas party. My wife is good with mak
eup and Paula wanted her to make up her face.
Paula brought various party dresses along, and girls being girls, they both began trying on different dresses in the bedroom. Then they would call me in to ask my opinion. Well, to say my cock was getting harder by the minute would be the understatement of the decade. Finally, I got the opportunity I had been looking for. Paula had on high heels and an incredibly sexy, short, backless black dress that showed off her legs encased in sheer black stockings. My wife, on the other hand, was between changes, wearing only her panties and holding a towel across her bare tits.
I profusely complimented Paula as I moved over behind my wife. Pressing my hard cock against her panty-covered ass, I slipped my hands up under the towel and began rubbing my wife’s great 38-inch breasts.
“Bill, stop that,” Sue exclaimed. “Not in front of Paula.” Paula’s mouth flew open in surprise at my brazen act.
“We’re married, dear, and Paula doesn’t mind, do you, Paula?” I cajoled.
Paula, still speechless, shook her head to indicate that she didn’t mind.
“I guess we really can’t blame him,” Sue said, her ass rubbing against my straining cock. “We have tortured him with our modeling. I suppose.”
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