When she asked Arlene if she would help her suck it, my wife came over and started sucking me while Jeanette licked my balls. We all stood up and started to get completely undressed. Arlene suggested that we go to the bedroom, but I told her to wait a few minutes. I sat her down in one of the kitchen chairs and told Jeanette to sit up on the edge of the counter and spread her legs. Finally the pussy I’d been wanting for so long was sitting right there in front of my face—just like my dinner had been earlier in the evening! I decided I was ready for dessert, so I leaned forward and began to lick her pussy and suck her clit. My wife got down between my legs and sucked my cock while I ate Jeanette out and played with her tits. Running her fingers through my hair, Jeanette breathlessly asked me to put my cock in her pussy because her husband hadn’t fucked her in over a year and a half. It was exciting and sort of touching that she needed to ride my cock badly. I was more than happy to oblige!
The counter edge she sat on was the perfect height for me to work my cock into her. It wasn’t long before I had her moaning and begging me to fuck her harder and harder. As she lay back on the counter my wife began to play with her tits, sucking on them and massaging the soft, pink flesh. Becoming swept up in the situation, half concentrating on what I was doing and half grateful that it was finally happening, I began fucking Jeanette with a combination of tender and powerful thrusts.
Jeanette looked up at Arlene and the two of them began kissing softly and slowly. It was beautiful because nothing turns me on more than two women kissing each other with lots of tongue. The only time Jeanette broke off their kisses was to scream that she was coming. For a second I began to worry about the neighbors hearing us, because she actually started screaming for me to fuck her faster and harder, just like in a porn flick. My worst fear came true when I heard a knock on the door.
My wife told us to hold it down for a minute while she went to the door and checked who it was. Just like I thought, it was the husband of the couple who live upstairs from us. From our spot in the kitchen I could see Toby trying to lean his head in so he could see what was going on, but Arlene did a good job of blocking his view. Toby stayed at the door for a few minutes longer than he should have, and Jeanette wasn’t helping matters by dropping to her knees and sucking my cock while he was there. I managed a nonchalant wave from the kitchen while Arlene told Toby we were just watching the TV too loud. I could tell he wasn’t buying it, but luckily he left soon afterward.
Jeanette had definitely told the truth about how good she is at sucking cock, because not too long after my wife closed and locked the front door I started to come. When she felt me start to spurt, she pulled me close to her so I could come in her mouth. She kept it all in and gave Arlene a deep kiss, spitting some of my ejaculate into her mouth. Like I said, I love seeing two women kiss, especially after one has just finished blowing me!
We’ve continued having good times with Jeanette, and she’s stopped complaining to her husband that he won’t fuck her. As long as I’m the one who benefits, it wouldn’t bother me if he never fucks Jeanette again!—J.H., Chicago, Illinois
TWO FEMALE FRIENDS THROW HIM A POOL PARTY HE’LL NEVER FORGET
I’d just put my wife Anna on a plane for a month-long artists’ retreat in Europe. The prospect of a sexless July didn’t make me happy, so as I left the airport with her best friend Theresa, she suggested we drive over to this girl Maria’s house for a swim. I hesitated because Maria had been after me for a while and even though I was attracted to her, I knew that if I did anything about it Theresa would tell Anna and Anna would be royally pissed. With Theresa as chaperone I could just jump into the pool and swim my cares away while anticipating Anna’s return.
It wasn’t easy controlling my lust at Maria’s house, especially with her and Theresa jiggling around in their skimpy bikinis. Maria is petite but she’s the proverbial thin-waisted little girl with big tits. Her long, dirty-blonde hair, big blue eyes and 35-22-32 body make her hard to resist. Theresa’s certainly no slouch either, with her flowing black hair, green eyes and head-turning 38-26-38 figure.
I can’t swim, and the girls talked and giggled as I was treading water. They seemed to be talking about me but when I asked them what was so funny they just blew me off and said, “Girl talk, you know?” Eventually their voices became louder as they challenged each other with, “You first,” followed by, “No, you first,” all the while laughing and checking me out.
Finally, Theresa said, “Oh fuck it.” She stood by the edge of the pool and stripped her bikini off. Standing there nude as the day she was born, Theresa was even sexier than I’d imagined. Her twenty-three-year-old tits were firm with big, dark areolae, and her shaved cunt revealed pouty pussy lips. She gave me a healthy eyeful before she dove into the water.
Almost immediately Maria shed her bikini, revealing tiny nipples and a bushy crotch before she dove in too. I didn’t know whether to laugh, shit or go blind as they swam directly toward me. They arrived at the same time, splashing me before Theresa squealed, “Anna says he’s ticklish . . .”
That was true. I’m very ticklish, and the girls didn’t spare me as they tickled my neck, underarms, sides and stomach. I had to retaliate, tickling them in return. Could I help it if I accidentally grabbed a breast here or a buttock there? Of course not! We were all laughing loudly until Maria said, “I want you two to know how hot this is making me.”
Maria grabbed her breasts in both hands and started playing with her nipples, the only sound the light, soft breeze rustling in the nearby trees. In the silence I ogled Theresa and Maria standing in front of me with their naked breasts floating on the water, their hair plastered to their skin, their eyes reflecting the sun. I’d never been so turned on in my life, until I noticed they were staring down at my erection. I was so hard that the tip of my dick had popped out of the top of my Speedos. Theresa’s hand dropped beneath the water’s surface and groped the tip of my prick. She put on a fake pout and said, “Oh, it looks like it misses Anna. We’ll help you forget her, won’t we, Maria?”
“You bet,” Maria giggled as she brushed her hair from her face and lifted her arms up high over her head, pulling her perky tits out of the water.
Theresa pulled my waistband and I stepped out of my trunks. Theresa tossed them onto the edge of the pool, where they landed with a thwack. She kissed me, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth, swirling it around mine. I reached for her but she swam away to Maria and French-kissed her. “Mmmm,” Maria moaned in Theresa’s mouth. “I can taste Kevin’s tongue on yours. Let me taste your tongue on Kevin’s.”
Maria breast-stroked to me, wrapped her legs around my hips and put her arms over my shoulders, licking her lips before plunging her tongue into my mouth. Her nipples jutted out into two half-inches of rosy glory poking into my chest. She bobbed lightly up and down in the water, rubbing her muff against my belly as the top of my erection stroked her pussy and ass cheeks.
I felt Theresa stroking my shaft with one hand while the other probed Maria’s belly. Her fingertip found Maria’s clit while her knuckle teased the base of my cock. Theresa put her head between Maria’s and mine so we could share a warm, wet kiss. All of a sudden my wife was forgotten.
Dropping my own hands underwater I stroked Maria’s asshole and fondled Theresa’s nipples. Maria arched back in the water as Theresa kissed me. Maria turned her head and sucked Theresa’s stiff nubbins after I guided her breasts to Maria’s waiting mouth.
My cock was still throbbing against Theresa’s palm and Maria’s pussy. Theresa removed her finger from Maria’s glistening clit and guided my shaft into her cunt. It took several gentle strokes for Maria’s lips to open fully, but it was well worth the wait when I felt her spongy tightness caressing my prick. Maria let out a long, loud moan as I penetrated her. “This is so sexy,” Theresa whispered in my ear.
“I need to taste your clit, baby,” Maria groaned. “The only way I’ll be able to come is if I have the taste of your pussy in my mouth.”
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Gently bobbing Maria up and down on my cock, I advanced us to the steps in the shallow end of the pool. I stood on the first step so my cock was level with the water’s surface and my body could float under Theresa as she stood on the second step. Theresa straddled Maria and lowered her pussy lips onto Maria’s face while supporting her head with one hand and massaging her clit, now jutting above the water, with the other. Maria held Theresa’s waist as the big raven-haired beauty leaned forward so I could suck her tits.
We settled into a steady rhythm with Maria gently floating as I bucked into her pussy and Theresa pumped lightly onto her face. Gradually we increased our speed, splashing water and breathing heavily. I felt Maria’s cunt muscles constricting around my cock as her legs rested on my hips. Suddenly she screamed and an orgasm shook her tiny body. Soon Theresa watched the orgasmic look on Maria’s face and shoved her hand under the water. Splashing water mixed with the sound of her muffled scream as she thrashed against my dick, spraying us all.
In a few seconds she calmed, though her pussy still jerked against my cock, and Theresa lifted her hand back above the water. Maria moaned lightly with every breath and extracted herself from my prick. “Now it’s my turn,” Theresa cooed as she grabbed my shaft. “Your prick is so warm. Let me taste Maria’s come on your dick.”
Theresa floated to her knees on the step and swallowed me. I pumped, almost ready to come, but Theresa said, “Not yet, Kevin. First I have to let Maria taste her juice and your dick in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me.”
Theresa put her tongue into Maria’s mouth as she leaned against the edge of the pool. Then Maria reached over to me and cupped my balls in her hand, guiding me to sit on the steps of the pool myself. As they kissed, Theresa slid her pussy down onto my cock so I could fuck her from behind. She leaned back against my shoulder and turned her head so we could kiss.
Maria settled herself on the steps below and licked Theresa’s clit and my shaft as I thrust into her. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and plunged into Theresa balls-deep as I came. Seconds later, the combination of my cock and Maria’s tongue brought Theresa to a climax as well. I pumped wad after wad of come inside her until I was spent. Each time I thrust myself into her I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Maria said, “Now I get to taste Theresa’s and Kevin’s come!”
She eased my still-hard cock from Theresa’s honeypot and sucked me dry as Theresa stood above me and licked up the come running down her thighs. It wasn’t long before we collapsed into the water and I realized that they were right: I had forgotten about Anna!—K.L., Los Angeles, California
WHILE HER TRUCKER HUSBAND IS AWAY, SHE FINDS A NEW GOOD BUDDY
Paula was twenty-five and married and I was thirty-eight and divorced when my friend David introduced us at a singles’ bar. Paula’s husband Joseph was a trucker who she said completely ignored her. Since David was fifty-seven, Joseph (who was the same age) had entrusted him with his much younger wife. Though she seemed kind of full of herself for someone studying to be a schoolteacher, Paula and I hit it off from the start. She wore her brunette hair in a country, school-marm sort of way. Not until she asked me to dance did I notice the fullness of her lips, which seemed made for kissing and sucking cock, but not necessarily in that order.
She’d stayed glued to me for the remainder of the evening, preventing this self-proclaimed shark from trolling the nightclub in search of available meat. I got no pussy from her, naturally, nor a phone number from anyone else.
A few days later I got a semi-urgent phone call from David—semi-urgent in the sense that there had been no need to call 911. Considering he’d had a heart transplant, I’d learned not to take such calls lightly, so I went to his place immediately. Upon arriving, I’d found nothing unusual but David watching TV, though the smirk on his face did tell me that he was up to something.
Paula walked in not five minutes later. She said, “Thanks for making me feel so special Wednesday night.” In my mind I’d doubted my romanticism, more so than the hard-on she’d probably felt when we danced. For some reason she’d seemed antsy to leave, so I walked her to her car, only to talk with her for another hour. Because of the small, gossipy town we lived in, we dared not risk kissing outside, especially in broad daylight. “Are we going dancing again Wednesday?” she asked just before she left.
And go dancing we did, the three of us in David’s new Cadillac, which I drove. David loves being chauffeured, almost as much as Paula liked sitting up front with me, holding hands.
Once we reached the dance floor, I found myself listening to the finer details of Paula’s sexual disenchantment. “I love my husband, and I don’t mind giving him blowjobs on weekends when he’s home,” she’d confided, “but I could use some romance as well.” Having at that point only known her for a week, I pondered her sexual willingness. Could I give her the romance she craved? The possibilities seemed endless.
With more blood flowing to my groin than my brain, I said, “I’m here for you.” Hearing that, she nudged me to the far end of the dance floor and kissed me. Her thick, full lips felt heavenly touching mine. How extraordinary might they feel on my cock? I wondered.
“Shouldn’t we be doing this somewhere more private?” I’d asked Paula.
After kissing me again, she said, “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be just wonderful.”
Two days later, she invited me to a baseball game that her husband backed out of at the last minute. “He’d rather work on his boat and drink beer with his buddies than go out with me,” she’d said. Sensing my apprehension, she’d added, “The tickets are non-refundable, so we may as well go.”
No way was I going to turn down a free box seat! Thinking that her husband Joseph probably knew that his wife was taking me in his stead, I expected to see the game but nothing more and wasn’t entirely comfortable with that. Wonders never ceasing though, Paula insisted on paying for the food and even hand-fed me!
The game didn’t end until after eleven, so the last thing I expected was a late-night stroll. As Joseph’s romantic surrogate, I’d gotten quite a few kisses from Paula and this time couldn’t help wondering if she’d blown Joseph before she left. Hopefully not, I thought.
At Paula’s insistence, we stopped at a parking lot on the way home. “I want you so bad,” she admitted, “but I can’t cheat on my husband.” Was I nothing more than a kissing machine, devoid of balls that ache or hormones elevated to tortuous levels? Was I a tool on top of everything else? For the next two weeks I distanced myself from her, until David’s health took a turn for the worse. We drove together to visit him at the hospital every evening.
Following our two weeks apart, Paula had been the one who’d instigated our next kiss. Our kissing sessions became a daily ritual, lasting no less than fifteen minutes prior to our leaving, then intermittently while we drove down I-95, followed by another ten minutes before leaving the parking garage.
Ten days later came news of David’s stabilization and release from the hospital, spurring no small amount of playfulness on Paula’s behalf. One night I felt her tits brush my arm when we kissed. With only a few miles left to our drive she started sucking my fingers. “I hear I’m good at that,” she’d said.
“Why are you waiting until now to tell me this?” my aching balls wanted to know. Not thinking about her husband, she continued sucking then pounced, smothering me with hot kisses once we’d reached our usual secret place.
A few nights later she phoned to tell me she needed a neck massage but her husband had already left town. What a shame, I thought. Until then I didn’t know where she lived. The last thing I’d needed was for her neighbors to describe my car to her husband! We agreed to meet in a supermarket parking lot not a hundred yards from her townhouse, where she would pick me up.
Once we got to her home, she gave me a deep, longing kiss. “You just lay down and make yourself comfortable,” she suggested.
“What about your neck massage?” I’d asked.
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sp; Giggling, she playfully nudged me onto the couch before sitting down on the floor next to me. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, taking up where she left off with my fingers the other night.
“Yes,” I said, “but why do you like teasing me so much?” Rather than answer, she intensified her previous efforts, something I wouldn’t have thought possible. “If you keep doing that,” I warned, “I’m going to have to unfasten my pants!” Maybe that’s what she wants, I thought. After ignoring my other warnings, she giggled at the sound of my zipper being pulled down. “If you don’t stop doing that,” I again warned, “I’ll have to let it out . . .”
Ignoring what I said, she continued licking and sucking my fingers. True to my word, I did what I said and in one swift motion she took my cock into her mouth. “Are you comfortable now?” she asked between slurps.
“Life doesn’t get much better than this!” I admitted. Her lips felt great wrapped around my penis. I knew I’d be blasting her tonsils with my discharge before long. “And if you keep doing that,” I said, “I’ll make a mess on your couch.” Either that didn’t faze her or she didn’t hear me. In either case I repeated myself.
“No, you’re not,” she said, “because once I find out how good it tastes, I’m going to swallow it all!”
Her choice of words had pushed all the right buttons, and I came in her mouth. She’d kept her lips pursed at my cock’s tip, swallowing my come rather noisily. “Yummy!” she’d said, smacking her lips afterwards.
I may have been well past eighteen, but her enthusiasm for giving oral sex kept me hard for the first time in years. I started tugging at her drawers, prepared to give her the fuck of her young life. “I can’t cheat on my husband,” she insisted.
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