I hurriedly called my ex and filled him in. He agreed to come to L.A. that weekend and fuck me silly, and he did. This time he fucked me in the ass, an interesting new sensation. Before he left, we made a plan for the next step with Curt.
I called him Tuesday morning and suggested he come to my house after I got off work, about seven, for a drink, and then he could give me a ride to the watering hole. It was out of his way, but he agreed.
This time I wore a summer dress with no bra and no panties. On the way to the watering hole we talked about the great sex we had last week. Curt seemed eager for another round. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. A smile lit up his face. I massaged him hard for several minutes, then unzipped him and pulled out his dick. I unbuckled my seatbelt and sucked him the last few miles. He was ready to blast, but we got there too quick.
We went in and had dinner with the usual group. At the table I took every opportunity to massage his crotch without the others’ seeing. He stayed hard the whole time but didn’t mind, knowing he would get his reward.
Soon we were headed back to my house. I took out his dick and stroked it hard and fast. In a short time come was flying everywhere. I bent forward and licked his dick clean. His wife had never given him a blowjob and never tasted his come. I told him how good his come tasted, then said, “I want your dick in me. Get me home.”
Once we were there, he started kissing me and rubbing his hands all over my body through my dress. He unzipped it, and it fell to the floor, leaving me naked. He stopped and stared.
“I didn’t want to waste any time getting undressed,” I said. “I need your dick now.”
We headed to the bedroom and fucked like jackrabbits. I told him to fuck me hard, then said how good it felt, then told him to fuck me harder. Again he managed to fuck me twice, showing more stamina. He called when he got home, and I thanked him and told him how good a lover he was. And he was okay. But in two sessions he hadn’t licked my pussy. I needed someone to lick my pussy.
Wednesday afternoon in San Diego my ex serviced me in every way. For starters, he licked me to climax before he entered me. God, it felt good.
So what was next?
The following Wednesday morning I called Curt and asked him to come by after work to fuck me. No more invitations for drinks, just plain old-fashioned fucking. He quickly agreed.
I opened the door naked. Curt smiled ear to ear, and I sucked, we fucked, and we had a good evening. This time when Curt got home and called, I thanked him for his hard dick, then asked him to stop by before work in the morning so I could suck his dick.
He was at my house at seven. I met him at the door naked, pulled out his dick, and sucked him right in the doorway with the door open. He eventually maneuvered enough to close the door. When he finally came in my mouth, it was less than a mouthful, as I’d drained him well the night before.
Curt was now hooked.
Since I usually didn’t start work until noon, about once a week he took an early lunch and came to my place for a blowjob. Late that summer, while his wife was still up at their summer home, he faked a trip with a client to Las Vegas (that’s what he told Donna) and spent the time servicing me.
Finally I got him to spend the night, and finally I got him to eat my pussy. Surprisingly, he was good at it. We sucked and fucked in every room in the house, in the garage and the backyard. He left truly fucked out.
Now I don’t call Curt; he calls me. Donna is back for the winter, but I still get my share. My ex and I suck and fuck every time we get together. I tell him about Curt, and we fuck like rabbits. I don’t know if we’ll get back together, but I’m enjoying all the attention from him and Curt. I’m really looking forward to next summer. Curt promises to spend more nights at my house and wants me to spend some nights at his house. My ex is plotting to invite Curt and me down for a weekend. (Curt doesn’t know that my ex knows about him.) It gets more and more interesting.
—J.R., Los Angeles, California
In a Dark, Smoky Bar, With Music Pounding, She Nails Her Quarry
The bar was smoky and dark. There were groups of people at tables or the bar, and a few playing pool in the back. You were there playing—and winning. You had a nice buzz going but weren’t drunk. In fact, you were making opponents think you’d been drinking a lot more than you really had.
I watched you through the grimy windows, trying to get up my nerve. I knew that what I was about to do would either make you madder than hell or turn you on so much that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. A big group of people left, and I knew it was time to make my move. I walked in, sat at the bar facing the pool tables, and ordered “a southern sex on the beach.”
You overheard and cast a glance, but you didn’t recognize me, so you went back to your game. The disguise I was wearing had passed the first test, but as I said, the bar was dark. My wig was waist-long and blonde with strawberry highlights, and I had on a long coat.
I leaned over to the bartender and ordered a beer sent to you. When you got it, you looked again and started to nod thanks to me. I stood up and took off my coat. I had on a red silk see-through dress with black lace trim, with a red silk bra and thong underneath, plus black stockings and garters, with way tall red leather heels.
The guys in your group stared. Someone whistled, and someone said, “You know that fine piece?” You just stared at me, trying to place me. “She must want to know me,” you replied. “She bought me a beer.”
With the guys still staring, I sat back down, crossing my legs to give you a long look at them, and at the seams going up the back. You grabbed the guy by the arm and said, “The lady’s made her choice. Why don’t you guys clear out? I’ll catch up with you later.” As they moved past me I smiled and said, “Sorry, boys, better luck with your own girls waiting at home.” I stood up, walked to the jukebox, punched in a tune with a serious bump and grind to it, and swayed there, dancing to the music. The smoke swirled around my thin skirt, and you could see my ass cheeks swaying.
You walked slowly toward me, still not sure what was going on, but with a bulge in your pants all the same. It was darker in the bar area than by the pool tables, so you could really see less as you got closer. You found a chair close enough to watch but far enough so you could not make out my features.
I danced to the grind, my breasts lifting with every breath, almost popping out of my bra. I lifted my leg, braced it on a chair, and drew my long nails up from my ankle to my curved calf, raising the sheer skirt, then traced the inside of my leg up to my soft thigh. I lifted my hand to my mouth and slowly sucked my middle finger in, then returned it to my upper thigh and slowly pulled my thong aside to bare my pussy—almost bald, with just the small patch covering my clit. You watched transfixed, first as I circled my clit with my wet finger, rubbing it back and forth, and then as I licked my own juices off. Then I dropped my leg and strutted right up to you. I stood in front of you, took your hands and set them over my breasts, squeezing myself with your strong hands, harder and harder, until you started squeezing without me making you. You looked up into my face, but the cosmetic enhancers I had on prevented you from recognizing me.
You knew you knew me, you just didn’t know where from. It was driving you nuts.
“You like them?” I said.
You smiled almost wickedly and said, “Oh, yeah, but something tells me you already knew that.”
I pulled away, and the next song came on: a slow, dripping, raunchy sex song. I looked back at you and smiled, devils dancing in my eyes. I began a slow striptease to the sweaty music. As I swayed, the temperature seemed to rise with the heat of the song. I undid a button at a time, until all ten were unhooked and my top gaped open. You had your first look at my bra—the lacy black trim and red silk cup. You could see just how long and hard my nipples were, how excited I was to make you catch your breath and readjust your crotch.
I turned away from you, unhooked the clasp of my skirt at the waist, and let it fall to the floor. I bent over
and kicked it back toward you. As I looked at you through my spread legs, it landed in your lap, and you saw me there practically upside-down, straight-legged, high-heeled, in hose and garters, ass in the air, with that flimsy piece of silk running right up my ass cheeks—and all the long blonde hair now a puddle on the floor. I licked my index finger and smiled at you again as I ran it from my ass crack down to my pussy and pushed into myself, all the way up to the last knuckle. As I pulled it out, I stood up straight, whipping my hair around and spinning my body to throw my leg over your lap.
I braced it on the seat behind your shoulder, my heel poking right next to you. I moved my hips slowly closer and closer to you.
“Am I scaring you?” I said.
“No,” you said, “I’m just enjoying the show and wondering how far you’re going to go with this.”
“I’m going as far as you’ll let me,” I said, “and even then I’ll push you further.”
“In that case,” you said—and made a grab for my hips and ass. I spun away too quickly for you, and as I whirled, I unhooked the front of my bra. When I came to a stop, I slingshotted it to you, and your eyes glowed, seeing my full, heavy tits with the hard, dark nipples and the way my breath heaved, making them bounce and jiggle. I lifted them, showing you their weight, and slowly I licked those erect nipples, then sucked them into my mouth. The music pumped, and sweat poured down between my breasts, glistening in the shadows, as you heaved out of the chair and dragged me to you. I wrapped my legs around you, and you pushed me against the jukebox, making it skip and starting a new pulse-pounding song.
Your mouth seared my neck as I gripped your hips with my legs and ground my pussy against your blue-jean-covered hard-on. You gripped my ass and carried me over to the pool table, then set me on the side as you struggled with your fly.
With a naughty giggle, I stood on the pool table and moved away from you, dancing to the pounding music. The volume roared back here in this area, and you watched in silence, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hear you even if you yelled. I grabbed the pole hanging from the light fixture and pulled my legs up and over it, letting my breasts hang heavy, almost to the felt.
I unwrapped one leg, and you grabbed a handful of the long blonde hair piled on the pool table, almost as a warning that I might get hurt when you saw what I was doing. With my leg extended, I slowly unhooked one side of my sheer silk thong and then the other, pulling it from between my legs and letting it fall to the table. You looked down and saw exactly how fucking hot and turned on I was by the wetness in the crotch.
With only my garters, stockings, and heels on, I slowly lowered myself back down and crawled to you on my hands and knees across the pool table, with the rock music blasting louder and louder around us. You still had your hand wrapped in my hair, and as I got closer, you wound it tighter to make sure I didn’t try to get away again.
As I reached the edge, you dropped your pants, and your cock, swollen and throbbing, stared me in the face. I smiled at you and licked my wet lips, then lowered my mouth to take your dick in my hand and swirl my tongue around the head. My mouth was hot and my breath soft on your cock as I licked it from the base all the way to the tip, side to side, and all around.
When I heard and felt the groan of frustration coming from you, I finally sucked you deep in my mouth, swallowing you all the way into my throat, then easing you back out again. Your dick throbbed as I kept up the tempo, swirling and sucking, deep and fast, then soft breath with light licks, driving you insane with it.
You gripped my head and fucked your cock in my mouth. Just when I felt the head erupt, you pulled back and I had to clamp my mouth over the head to suck your climax straight out of your balls, pulling it out of you and overflowing my mouth with it.
You grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my back, holding my ankles high as you rammed into my dripping pussy. Your cock was still throbbing with your own orgasm. As it pulsed deep inside me, I felt the darkness of my own climax overcoming me.
As it washed over me, throwing me into and over a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, I screamed out your name. You raised your head and looked down at me, gasping there on that pool table in the smoky bar.
My blonde hair lay all around us, and my silk-wrapped legs were hanging off the edge of the table. My tits still heaved as I caught my breath. There were smudges of pool chalk across them, which seemed to make you grin.
That’s what I saw when I opened my eyes: you grinning at me. “What?” I said.
“You ready to go home now, babe?” you said.
“How? When?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you—? How did you know?”
“Oh, I didn’t, at first,” you said. “I was just going to go ahead and watch a show, then maybe go home to you and tear you up after letting some sexy bitch get me all hot. But when you grinned that evil little grin back at the jukebox, suddenly it all clicked. And then, no wig and no amount of stage makeup could ever, ever make anyone suck dick the way you do, babe!”
—T.W., Lawton, Oklahoma
When the Teacher’s a “Total Hottie,” You Can Expect Some Real Heat
A couple of months ago I went to my kindergarten son’s school for parent-teacher night while my wife stayed home with our son and his little sister.
I got a shock when I met Andrew’s teacher, a total hottie named Jenna—say, five-two, with short brown hair and an adorable face that makes her look like a teenager. (I guessed she was about my age, 25, or maybe a year younger.) She has a fine curvy figure to go with what I can only think of as her “adorableness.”
We got along well, managing to discuss Andrew’s progress (he’s doing fine, she said) while also flirting an awful lot. I left that night with a very weird feeling.
Two weeks later who did I run into at the supermarket but Jenna! We chatted and flirted some more. Somehow in the course of conversation she mentioned a computer problem she’d been having. I offered to stop by and help, since I’m a programmer.
She smiled and said, “Sure. How about now?”
I followed her to her apartment and even helped her carry her bags up. While I worked on her computer she came and went. Then she disappeared for a time. Just as I finished, I heard her call my name. I went to the room where she was and nearly passed out!
It was a bedroom, and she was standing there in a white fishnet body suit with nothing on underneath. It hugged her body tightly, and I could clearly see her nipples and her pussy. She giggled and did a little spin, then asked if I liked it.
I nodded dumbly.
This produced another giggle. She said she got it at an adult novelty store to wear for her ex-boyfriend, but they’d broken up three months ago, and now she had no one to wear it for. “That seems a shame, doesn’t it?” she said.
I was hard in a split second. I went over to her, bent over, and kissed her cute little lips while running my hands over her soft curves. I ran my hands over her entire body, then kissed her some more while gripping her tight round ass.
We lay down on the bed, and between kisses I worked the top of her body suit down so I could kiss her little breasts with their pebble-hard nipples, at the same time rubbing her little pussy. After a long foreplay session, she helped me get her out of the body suit, and I undressed myself. While she stroked my cock, I continued to get to know her body better, especially that fine little pussy.
I had her moaning in no time. I kissed my way down her body to her pussy, and when I went down on her, she went crazy. She was sobbing and moaning and doing these quick little gasps all at once.
She loved having oral sex done on her. Later she told me that her ex-boyfriend hated doing it. God, I thought, what a total dumb-ass!
I ate her sweet-tasting pussy for almost a half hour before I climbed up her body. She got very quiet, almost scared, because she knew what was next. I could tell she didn’t have a lot of experience. It turned out she’d only been fucked two times before. I put my cock to her entrance, and she kind of winced.
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sp; At first I thought she was a virgin, but I reminded myself that she’d already told me she wasn’t. Nevertheless, as I entered her, I found her extremely tight. She winced and did those little gasps again. I even saw a tear or two in her eye. But when I asked if she was okay, she quickly nodded, so I continued.
I slid my cock in deeper, but ever so slowly. Although she wasn’t a virgin, she was definitely as tight as one. After a long effort, I made one last lunge, and she let out a scream—but when I looked at her face, I saw that she was also smiling.
I began my in-and-out action slowly and then built up gradually, so that after about ten minutes I was starting to really thump her. I was wondering how long I could last, and then suddenly I found out. I came so quick, I couldn’t pull out, and shot inside her.
I didn’t pull out. I just kept going. I was so turned on that I didn’t soften. Jenna’s pussy was like some sort of suction device that just kept sucking me back in. Now I began to fuck her for real, knowing it would be awhile before I came again.
I was fucking Jenna hard now, and she cried out with each thrust. In addition, the headboard banged into the wall with each thrust. She lay there and took it like a champ, her body throbbing with pleasure. Finally she began to shake uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back, and she was gasping and humming like she was possessed. It was awesome!
I’ve gone back to Jenna’s several nights a week ever since. I don’t know how long I can keep my wife from finding out, and I think about the kids, but I can’t help my-self. I found out to my relief that Jenna’s on the Pill. So each time is as wild as the first.
I know this is apt to end badly, but like I said, I just can’t help myself. For now, I couldn’t be happier.
—Name and address withheld
A New Neighbor Turned Her From Prude to Promiscuous
It all started a little over a year ago, when Howie and Denise moved their trailer into the vacant spot next to ours. My shy, almost timid 24-year-old wife, Pauline, and I had lived there even before we got married three years ago. Until my wife started hanging out next door, our sex life was more than a bit boring. But our new neighbors caused that to change pretty quickly.
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