Once it was established that Christopher could be trusted not to try to take my virginity, we often took horses to the river and ended up swimming and lying in the grass for a long time, naked. I had a big case of penis worship. I loved holding it, kissing it, and watching him shoot his load. He, in turn, enjoyed using his tongue on my pussy, and it was wonderful. I was so in love with him, but we knew that because of our color we could never marry. I told him of watching him with my mother, and he said that knowing I was watching would make it even more exciting for him, and that he would make an extra effort to be sure the lights were on when they did it, so I could see it all.
Eventually Christopher brought home a guy from his college football team whom he thought I should know. He told me he had first been impressed with Donald because of his playing skills—he was quick and strong and could think fast—but then, in the showers, he had noticed that Donald was much better endowed than most of the other guys, and he knew that after becoming so accustomed to having a large cock to play with, I would never be happy with the average guy. He was right, of course. Donald and I really hit it off from the first. Christopher and I were honest with him about our relationship, and took him skinny-dipping with us. I would give them both oral sex and let them play with me any way they wanted, as long as they kept my virginity intact. There was no jealousy, and the honesty only made our respect for one another grow stronger.
Donald and I fell in love and eventually married. Christopher was our best man, and took us to the airport for our honeymoon trip. Waiting for Donald had been worth it, and giving him my maidenhood gave me a special delight. He was so large that it was not easy at first, but soon I not only got used to it, but enjoyed it more than I had thought possible. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and I soon quit wearing underwear, because he had his hands under my clothes all the time, and I didn’t want anything in the way. We were perfect for each other, and the sex was fantastic.
When we got home, Christopher picked us up in his old pickup and we threw our gear in the back. I slid in beside him and gave him a long, loving kiss, right in front of Donald, and thanked him for his help in keeping me a virgin for such a special man. I knew it had not been easy, and I respected him for being of such strong character.
Upon graduating from college, Donald and I had bought a condo together, and Christopher moved in with us. On our first night back, our sex was somewhat restrained, because Christopher was in the next room, and we did not feel right about making any inappropriate noises. Finally, in frustration, we decided that he was just going to have to get used to it, and I called out to him and told him so. Christopher laughed and said not to worry about it, that hearing two people that he cared about so much enjoying themselves so obviously was a pleasure for him. I quickly discovered that sex is so much better when each partner is able to express his or her feelings with the appropriate sounds, and I am afraid I got pretty wild about it.
When we were through, Donald told me that he always knew that someday I was going to want to see what sex was like with Christopher, because I had openly admitted that I had loved him for years. He then suggested that I get on with it, with his blessing.
I walked naked into Christopher’s room and slid into bed with him, and for the next several hours Donald was the one doing the listening. Even with my pussy stretched from having just had sex with Donald, we still had a hard time getting Christopher’s huge cock inside me, but when it finally slid in, I couldn’t get my orgasms to quit. But it only got better from there. When he finally hit bottom, I had never felt anything like it. It seemed to be reaching almost to my neck. I didn’t know if I would ever walk again, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to be without a loving cock inside me, and for the rest of the night, between the two of them, I was full.
In the days that followed we seldom wore clothing around the house, and we tried every lovemaking position and combination we could dream up, including having them both in me at once, which took some getting used to, but which never failed to have me screaming with joy and coming over and over again. There was no jealousy among us, and no favoritism. Whichever one was there was the one I slept with, and when they were both there, as I say, it was heaven.
Christopher continued to work at the ranch with my mother when he had the time, and would often spend part of that time in bed with her. Then she and I would trade stories about his wonderful sexual prowess.
After a year or so Christopher met Terry, a lovely girl, and within a year they were married. She was brought into our sexual triangle, and fit right into our lifestyle. Terry is a slender but deliciously curvy girl, tall and very dark-skinned. She and Christopher built a lovely home right next door to ours, and the four of us are together often. I have discovered that I enjoy having sex with Terry, too, so now I have it all! Terry is actually a little more comfortable having sex with Donald than with Christopher, since Christopher is still a bit too large for her. But that is no problem, as both Donald and I are happy to trade off any time she wants to.
Recently Terry’s father came to visit. He is an attractive middle-aged widower, and I introduced him to my mother, who promptly seduced him. She tells me that while he is not as large as Christopher, he is still a remarkable lover, and she is only sorry that he lives so far away. Terry and I have launched a campaign to get him to move here. After all, I owe my mother a lot for having brought me up right.
—Name and address withheld
He Is a Slave to a Cruel Mistress Who Is a Slave to Eight Other Guys
I had been out of town on business and had come back a day early. Dana hates it when I do this, and always punishes me severely. I was really looking forward to that.
As I walked into the house I could hear the stereo playing loudly in the living room. I went in there and saw Dana, surrounded by eight young studs. She was on her knees, stark naked, with a guy’s dick in her mouth, and another guy working his manhood in and out of her sexy pussy. The other six guys were sitting around cheering them on, slowly stroking their dicks while awaiting their turn. She looked so awesome that all I could do was watch, and wish I were her.
The young man with his dick in her mouth had a handful of her hair and was working her head up and down on his cock. The man behind her was steadily picking up speed and slapping her sexy ass, and Dana was in heaven.
The man pulled his dick from her mouth and asked her what she wanted. Her moaning reply: “Come on my face and in my mouth!”
With that the stud behind her started fucking her harder, pounding into her as he said, “How do you answer us, slave?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Dana groaned. “Please, Master, I beg of you, please come in my face!” And the guy in front of her did just that, shooting a load of come all over her face and into her open mouth. At the same time the other man grunted and filled her pussy with so much sperm that it flowed down her leg.
Dana saw me then, and her eyes blazed as she asked me what I thought I was doing by coming home early. She then told me to get my clothes off, except for the corset, panties, and hose, which she always makes me wear under my business suit. When I had done that, she ordered me to suck the come from her pussy, so it would be clean for the next stud.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, and dove right in. I felt no jealousy; I knew I was lucky to be able to serve her. She is my world, and I live only to please her and cater to her whims.
“See, guys?” Dana said to her watching guests. “Didn’t I tell you this worm is no more than a come-licking slut? Wait till he cleans me up, then you can see how well he sucks cock!”
Just then a stud came to stand over her and started feeding her his dick. She sucked on it as I continued to lick her pussy. There was so much come in there, and it tasted so good! I always love to taste her juices, especially mixed with a man’s come.
I was just about finished when one of the men on the couch called out to me. “All right, come-sucker, come over here and show us how you suck dick!”
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br /> I looked at Dana, who slapped me for hesitating and told me to crawl over there quickly or she would give me away. I went over on my hands and knees, and the guy stuck his very large dick in my mouth. “Your bitch mistress, our slave, says you can suck any dick, and she better be right,” he growled. “Now show me!”
As I took his rod down my throat, I saw two other guys lay Dana facedown across the coffee table, her head at one end and her bottom at the other. She reached out for the closest dick and pulled it into her mouth, sucking at it like a baby that hadn’t had a bottle in a week, while the other guy started slamming into her pussy as if there was no tomorrow.
In the meantime I was sucking on the cock in my mouth and working it slowly down my throat. I thought I could taste Dana’s pussy juice on it. It was stretching my mouth and throat to the max, but I didn’t care, it felt and tasted so good. When my nose hit his pubic hair I felt his cock jerking, and he shot spurt after spurt of come right into my gullet.
I looked over at Dana again just in time to see the two guys pull out of her and shoot all over her, covering her face and body with sperm. The bathtub couldn’t have gotten her so wet. When they finished she looked over at me and panted, “Come over here, you horny, nasty little slave, and lick me off. I’ve still got more studs to please, and I have to be clean for my Masters. Move, damn you! And do a good job!”
It took me a long time to clean off every inch of her body with my tongue, and as soon as I finished one of the guys pulled me away from her and stuck his dick in my mouth. Another guy lay down on the floor and ordered Dana to sit on his dick. The one I had been sucking before walked up and fed his cock to her mouth, while yet another one did something I had never seen her let anybody do—worked his cock slowly into her ass. The three of them fucked her simultaneously for about 15 minutes, and Dana came and came and came.
When they were finished one of them said, “Okay, we’ll be coming back here at least once a week from now on, and both of you sluts are ours, do you understand?” Dana kissed his feet and said she was happy to be their slave, and that since I was her slave I would be theirs also. Which is fine with me. I will always serve my Mistress in any way she wants. Thank you, Dana, for allowing me to be your slave!
—Name and address withheld
He Got a Spanking Good Workout From the Sexy Gym Lady
Three mornings a week I got up around five to work out at the gym before going to my office. A few months ago I awoke to find it was pouring. I threw on my gym stuff, put my work clothes in a bag, and dashed out to my car, getting drenched in the process. It’s only a five-minute drive, but the rain was hammering down, and it was unbelievably hard to see.
When I got to the gym I was happy to spy a familiar red Jeep in the parking lot. Not many people make it to the gym that early. Often there’s only one person working out at that hour. For the past few weeks it had been June, who worked there and owned the Jeep, a gorgeous woman with hair down to her heart-shaped ass and a body made to be poured into an aerobics outfit.
The only problem was that for some reason she had yet to give me the time of day, much less respond to the numerous passes I had made. It isn’t like I’m a slouch in the looks department. I’m just under six feet, in great shape from working out seriously. I get my share of women, some of whom I meet at the gym. So June’s cold shoulder didn’t make a lot of sense.
The parking lot was otherwise empty, which gave me hope. Maybe a morning alone with June was just what I needed! I parked next to her car and sprinted through the rain to the front door. If possible the rain had gotten worse, drenching my already-soaked hair and clothes. I yanked the door open and dashed in. June, standing behind the counter looking at some paperwork, looked up at the sound of the door opening.
She was as wet as I was, her long hair drenched and plastered against her back. But while I had on shapeless sweats, she was wearing tights and a leotard, her usual aerobics outfit. Even better, the leotard was white. It probably wouldn’t normally have been all that revealing, but its wetness had made it nearly transparent. Her breasts were clearly visible through the fabric. The air-conditioning made it pretty chilly, and her dark nipples were pushing out against the wet cloth.
June smiled at me as I came in, for the first time I could remember. “Hi,” she said. “I was worried no one would come in through the rain. It’s bad out there.”
As difficult as it was, I dragged my eyes up to her face, though the image of those glorious breasts lingered in my mind. “Sure is,” I said. “If I’d known how bad, I’d have stayed in my nice warm, dry bed. I don’t even know if I can work out like this. These clothes weigh a ton, and I’m freezing.”
“Yeah, it is cold in here,” June said. “I’ll turn off the AC, okay? Maybe I can find you something else to wear, too.” Then she looked down at herself and smiled ruefully, instinctively raising a hand as if to cover her breasts, then not bothering. “Maybe I need to change, too. Come in back with me.”
As she walked out from behind the counter, a tremendous crash of thunder sounded, followed quickly by bright lightning. Suddenly the fluorescent gym lights blinked out. I jumped a bit, and June gave a yelp. Then she was in my arms. I felt her breasts pushing against my chest, and quickly put my arms around her.
For a moment we just held on to each other. Then June turned her head and looked up at me. Before I could stop myself, I leaned down and met her lips with mine. She stiffened at first, then seemed to relax. A moment later she was returning the kiss, with force. It was weird—one minute I was kissing her, and then she was kissing me.
She put her hand behind my head, and I felt her strength as she pulled me into the kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was stunned by the way she’d taken control, but I was also turned on. My cock twitched in my wet sweatpants.
At that point I guess the gym’s emergency electrical system kicked in, as small floodlights in the corners switched on, giving off just enough light to see by. June pulled back from me, the white leotard seeming to glow in the dimness. Without a word, she moved to the front door and locked it, then twisted the handle that closed the blinds. “Can’t let anybody in to work out without electricity, can we?” she murmured. Then she started to walk toward the back of the gym. “Well, are you coming?” she said. “I’ll get you something dry to wear.”
I just stared at her for a moment, trying to pull myself together. “Yeah, I’m coming,” I said. I walked behind her, gazing at her gorgeous ass, the thong of her leotard separating her cheeks. She led me through a door into the office, then walked toward a closet in the back. The light there was even dimmer, so it took me a second to realize that as she opened the closet, she was also pulling down the top of her leotard.
She continued to pull the wet garment off with one hand as she reached into the closet and fetched a couple of outfits on hangers along with a towel. She turned toward me, and I could dimly see her breasts swinging free. She handed me the things from the closet, then pulled her leotard the rest of the way off, along with her tights. I could only stare at her in the dimness, at the glimmering breasts and the shadowy patch of hair between her legs.
Dropping her wet clothes on the floor, she looked back at me boldly. “Well,” she said, “are you going to dry me off or what?”
I quickly dropped the two dry outfits on the desk beside me, then knelt down and started to dry June’s legs with the towel. She lifted first one leg and then the other, allowing me to wrap each in the towel and briskly rub it up and down. When her legs were done, I stood up and, holding one end of the towel in each hand, began drying her ass and the area between her legs. She spread her legs slightly as I brought my towel-covered hand between them, rubbing her pussy, while my other hand caressed the cheeks of her ass. I lingered there awhile, then went on to dry the small of her back and her belly.
My hands slowed down again when I reached her tits. I rubbed the towel slowly over and around those full, firm mounds, then rolled each nipple in turn between m
y fingers through the rough fabric. I moved on reluctantly to her neck and face.
At that point June matter-of-factly took the towel from me and briskly dried her hair, while I stood there looking at her naked body. “Why don’t you get out of those wet clothes, and I’ll return the favor?” she said.
It took me a second to kick off my sopping sneakers and yank off my sweats. Standing there naked before her, my dick almost completely hard, I watched as she looked my body up and down, smiling slightly. She stepped toward me and began drying me just as I had dried her. One leg, then the other, then my crotch. As mine had with her, her hands lingered in certain places. At one point she wrapped the towel around my cock and rubbed back and forth a bit before going on to the rest of my body.
When I was dry, June dropped the towel on the floor, then picked up one of the outfits from the desk. “Here,” she said, holding it out to me. “Put this on.”
“What?” I said, reaching out to place my hand on her ass. “I don’t want to get dressed now.” I caressed the smooth skin of her butt for just a second, until she twisted away. She startled me by bringing her open hand down on my bare butt with a sharp crack.
“I think you need to work out a little before you play,” she said. “And to work out, you need to put something on. Don’t you, little man?”
“Come on, we can work out together, right here,” I said, stepping toward her and trying to take her in my arms. Again she danced away, and again she brought her hand down on my already-stinging ass.
“Get dressed first,” she said. “Then maybe we can play. After you’ve worked up a sweat.” She picked up the other outfit and started to put it on. It was a leotard, similar to the one she’d worn before, also white, but obviously meant to be worn over tights and a body suit. As it was, the thonged bottom split her bare ass cheeks and her tits swelled out at the sides. She looked incredibly sexy.
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