We sat across the aisle from the driver. He kept turning and talking to us, but I knew he was looking at Erica’s legs. She had unbuttoned four buttons from the bottom of her dress, and he could see her big soft thighs. When we got to the track, the driver helped the ladies step down from the bus. My wife stumbled, and he grabbed her—one hand on one of her big tits, the other on her ass. I thanked him for “saving” my wife, knowing he’d just felt her up!
We were the first to get on the small elevator that took us up to the fourth floor of the racetrack, so we went to the very back and Erica backed up against me. My cock was flush against her ass. I leaned over and whispered to her that the bus driver, having gotten that good feel of her tit and ass, was probably in the bus jacking off. She rubbed her ass up against my hard cock.
I could hardly wait to get back to the hotel so we could fuck like never before. I asked Erica to grab the same seats on the bus, and suggested she undo a few more buttons from her dress to give the driver a really good look at her legs and pussy. She said if that’s what I wanted, she would. Well, it was the same driver, and his eyes lit up when he saw my wife. This time when he helped her up on the bus, he really checked her ass out.
Once again we sat across from him, and now Erica’s dress was really open. He kept turning to talk to us, and it really turned me on knowing what he was looking at. I whispered to my wife to spread her legs and let him see her pussy. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and I know he saw her pussy.
When we got to the hotel, I saw a bulge in the driver’s pants as he helped the ladies down. Before Erica stepped off, I whispered to her to rub against his cock. When she stepped down, her hand brushed against his bulge, and did he smile! He looked at me and knew what I’d seen. I grinned, and he knew we’d all had a good time. When we got to our room, I almost tore Erica’s dress off. In bed, I talked about the bus driver and all those truck drivers thinking about her and jacking off.
In a few months we’re going to Las Vegas. I have a few things planned for that trip!—J.T., Jackson, Mississippi
HERE’S A BLACK COUPLE FANTASIZING ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH A WHITE GUY
Cynthia and I have been married for ten years. I’m forty, and she’s thirty-six. We’re both black. As with most couples, our sex life became kind of boring due to the hassles of jobs and things.
Cynthia, who’s five-eight, a hundred twenty-six pounds, is a supervisor at a large retail store, and is always being hit on by coworkers. There’s one guy who’s nuts about her, Joseph, about twenty-eight, five-seven, one-sixty. He’s bought her lunch several times, and she always tells me. She knows I don’t mind, since he’s younger than she is and he’s white. We both have a good laugh about it.
Not long ago we went to the Gulf Coast on a vacation tour of the local casinos. Cynthia hit a jackpot—not a big one, but not too small. We stayed in our hotel room that night and ordered room service—first a bottle of wine, and then some food. A white kid about twenty brought our order. He was very polite, and said if we needed anything, just to call and ask for Steve.
I gave Steve a big tip, and Cynthia walked him to the door. When I told her how he’d checked her out, she laughed.
“Walt, I can’t help it if they like what they see.” What she said then surprised me: “He’s cute and nice, and polite, not like Joseph. But he’s so young!”
Was she saying she found him sexy?
“Kind of,” she said.
Did she want him to fuck her?
“Are you serious, Walt?” she said.
I said it was up to her, and I could tell that she was thinking about it. When we finished eating, we called down to have Steve bring us some more coffee. He was there in no time. Cynthia thanked him and gave him another big tip. This time she also asked what time at night he got off. He said at eleven.
“Maybe you’d have dinner with us when you get off tomorrow?” she said.
“Sure. I’ll bring something extra.”
My dick began to get hard. Cynthia noticed it after she let Steve out.
“Yes, I want to do it,” she said. “But now I better take care of that for you.”
The next night Steve brought our order plus some extras. Cynthia told him what we had planned, but only if I could be there. He said he didn’t mind. He couldn’t hide his hard-on. After we ate, we got undressed. Steve had a nice hard cock about six inches long, curved upward. It wasn’t as thick as my eight inches. He sucked Cynthia’s boobs. Then she took his cock in her mouth. She had Steve eat her out.
I pulled my dick out.
Cynthia told Steve she wanted him in her. He got on top of her and pointed his cock at her pussy. He soon found her opening and in two thrusts was all the way in her and began to pump away, then stopped, then humped again. This kid had control of his dick. In about five minutes she had an orgasm. When she recovered, he began to pump away again. She soon had another orgasm, and he came with her. He got up, and she said she wanted me in her. My dick slid right in her sloppy pussy. I never felt anything like it. I came in about two minutes. I saw that Steve had another hard-on and told him to go for it. I watched him do her for fifteen minutes more. After he left, we both were so excited, we just stayed in bed in each other’s arms. Cynthia admitted she’d thought a lot about young white guys. She asked if I’d be mad if she let Joseph fuck her.
My dick got hard. “Can I watch?”
“You can watch,” she said.
The week after we got home, Cynthia brought Joseph home one night, as we planned. At last this young stud who’d had the hots so bad for Cynthia would get his chance! I hid in the closet. We didn’t want Joseph to know I knew.
Once they arrived, it wasn’t long before they reached the bedroom. I had a nice view. Joseph knew what he was doing, and took his time. He ate her out good, and she sucked his cock, which is about a good seven inches.
Cynthia cried out, “Oh Joseph!” After he entered her, she threw her arms and legs around him, and they really went at it. It was different watching Joseph fuck her. I was a little jealous, but my dick was rock-hard. I stroked it. I could tell that Cynthia loved it. She kept telling him to fuck her harder. Then she had an orgasm. Joseph slowed down, then fucked harder again until he was about to come. She kept pace, and they came together. I couldn’t hold it any longer and shot come all over the closet door.
As soon as he left, I was all over her.
“Fuck me, Walt,” she said.
When I told her I’d lost control in the closet, she smiled. “That exciting, huh?”
“Yes, baby. You enjoyed it so much! You’re going to fuck Joseph again.”
“You bet!” she said.
My dick got hard again. I slid it in Cynthia and soon exploded. I’ve since seen Joseph fuck her many times, and she fucks him at work and tells me all about it.—W.S., Memphis, Tennessee
SHE KNEW THE PLACE WAS WIRED FOR VIDEO WHEN SHE PUT ON HER SHOW
The security camera in our tiny vacation cabin captures our cleaning lady, Lucy, doing our house plus assorted other “activities.” Now don’t freak out, friends! I clearly post—inside and out—the fact that cameras secure our cabin.
When the security guy installed the system, I wrote down what he told me about the coded keypad and hid the data in a kitchen drawer, which led me to develop a racy theory last weekend. When we arrived at the cabin Friday night, my wife, my Scandinavian goddess Ingrid, was so tired that she just bathed, had a glass of wine and went to bed. As soon as I heard heavy breathing. I crept out to the mud room to retrieve that week’s video. I started the tape and got an immediate erection.
In the first “scene,” Lucy was taking a needed break from her housecleaning. The slightly built beauty was so soaked in sweat, her bra showed through her tank top as if it wasn’t covered. Peeling off tank top and jeans, she viewed herself in bra and panties in the long mirror on the cabin’s lower level. Probing her wetness, she removed her underwear and stood naked before the mirror—and the camera. As she sat dow
n to rest, I admired her sweaty back and bare ass. As she stood and turned around, I thrilled to her small breasts and the jet-black pubic hair running up to her navel and down her muscular thighs.
But just as she started to perform, flexing her muscles and admiring her lean body, the video blanked out briefly. Then it restarted with Ingrid and me doing the nasty upstairs on our bed. I was pounding her sweat-covered ass. Had the humidity caused the signal from the keypad to malfunction? Or was this some head game of Lucy’s?
For some reason Ingrid hates it doggie-style, even though I’ve developed a comfortable version—I stand flat-footed at the edge of the bed with her ample ass right at the edge, allowing deeper and more intense thrusts. There I was on the tape, in full color, pounding away, feeling Ingrid’s lovely breasts and fucking her nipples. The camera caught the blonde hairs shooting out her ass crack with each retraction of my cock.
Just as Ingrid and I would have come, the video reverted to Lucy doing herself in the mirror and coming—as if our own private film editor had spliced it together! Alas, when the guy came to check the system, it turned out to be a malfunction induced by heat and moisture.—P.C., Saint Cloud, Minnesota
WHEN SHE SAW THIS STUD SERVICING HIMSELF, SHE TOOK CARE OF HERSELF
I’m a twenty-eight-year-old woman now living in an apartment complex on the edge of town. The woodsy landscaping makes it pretty private and keeps out the riffraff. Most of the tenants are in their early thirties. I only know a few of them. I’ve exchanged hellos and smiles with a few others, but that’s about it.
There’s one person I’ve had my eyes on for a while. He lives in the apartment two doors down from me, and he’s gorgeous—dark hair, a deep tan, rippling muscles. When he smiles, his dimples make him look so sexy. Women knock on his door at all hours of the day, so he must be a real Romeo. I learned from his mailbox that his name is Greg.
Last Tuesday it was sunny and hot by seven in the morning. Thinking I’d have the pool to myself that early, I went out for a swim. As I cleared the pool wall, I saw Greg, looking even better in his trunks, lying on a towel by the pool.
The sun beat down on him, and I hesitated by the gate, realizing Greg hadn’t noticed my arrival. I saw the outline of his manhood through the thin material of his trunks, and felt weak at the size of it. He moved his hand to his abdomen, then moved it farther down and casually rubbed his rod. From where I stood I saw it continue swelling. I was stunned, to say the least, but at the same time powerfully turned on.
Greg didn’t even check to see if anyone was around. The huge bulge now protruded out the top of his trunks. He lowered the front of them, releasing his massive organ, then gently stroked and squeezed the crown. I felt myself get wet and was surprised at the speed of my arousal. I put pressure on my pussy by pressing my legs together.
I had to get a better look. I slipped in the pool area and hid behind the shower stalls. I saw Greg, but he couldn’t see me. His strokes got faster, and he was close to shooting off. I couldn’t resist any longer. I plunged two fingers in my hole and fucked myself while I watched. His cockhead swelled as he spewed come. Gasping, I came too. I ducked in the shower so he wouldn’t see me. But he just wiped himself off, gathered his things and left, as though nothing at all had happened. Back in my apartment, recalling what I’d seen, I brought myself to another climax.
I hope the two of us will finally meet and get together, so I have the chance to be with Greg face-to-face, and skin-to-skin.—G.R., Boca Raton, Florida
Clusterfucks
HER SEX-HAPPY PAST CATCHES UP WITH HER, TO HER HUBBY’S GREAT DELIGHT
Gina and I were in college together, but at that time I never dreamed she would one day become my wife. She came from a small town and a very protective environment. Let loose in a big college, she wanted very much to fit in, and in her naive way she let this desire carry her far beyond what most girls would consider the realm of acceptable behavior. Gina was only about five feet five, but well proportioned, with blonde hair, a beautiful face and a warm and loving personality.
In her freshman year she started dating an upperclassman named Kyle, a soccer and swimming jock and a very charming ladies’ man. Kyle taught her about sex, including how to suck cock, and she loved it all. Kyle had the reputation of being exceptionally well hung, so she was able to learn from the best.
I heard about these events at the time through the stories and rumors that went around the school, but they have since been confirmed by Gina herself, now my wife.
Kyle had a friend named Avery, whose father was a real estate agent. He would sometimes let Avery use an empty house for a weekend party before putting it on the market. On this particular weekend Avery invited eight or ten guys, along with their girlfriends, and of course Kyle and Gina were included. The guys hauled mattresses from their dorms, and stored up a huge supply of beer, alcohol, snacks and pot. They spread the mattresses out around the huge living room, and though it was warm they built a fire for light, as the electricity was turned off. They also made sure they had plenty of candles.
The party was a great success from the beginning. At about two in the morning Kyle declared that he wanted to get some sleep, so he dragged his mattress upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He came back to get Gina, and some beer. Several of the other guys also moved their mattresses to private rooms, where they retired with their girlfriends. Some of them probably had sex, and some of them simply passed out from drinking too much.
Kyle had made sure that neither he nor Gina drank enough to incapacitate them, but Gina was not used to alcohol and was feeling no pain. Kyle didn’t bother to close the door to their room. It was fairly dark, with only a few candles burning, and the moonlight entering the room through the curtainless windows. At one point Avery and another guy named Dino happened to pass their room. They had gone downstairs for more beer, and on their way back they saw Kyle’s open door. Looking in, they saw Gina sucking Kyle’s cock while he finger-fucked her pussy. Kyle saw them standing in the moonlight and motioned for them to come in, which they did. Avery started playing with Gina’s tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and Dino took over for Kyle at her pussy, playing with her clit and probing her cunt, while Kyle enjoyed the blowjob he was getting.
Gina was so hot she had lost all her inhibitions. She didn’t protest as they rolled her on her back. Dino eagerly took to eating her pussy while simultaneously fucking her with his finger. Avery still concentrated on her nipples, holding her breasts with both hands as he moved his mouth from one to the other, sucking the nipples, adding to the frenzied pleasure she was feeling from Dino’s tongue. Kyle was kissing her, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth while she sucked on it avidly. Between kisses he whispered encouragement to her, telling her to let herself go and experience the utmost pleasure. Gina went wild.
“Yes, yes, oh, I love it!” she cried. “I’ve never felt anything like this! Oh, do it, do it!”
They soon had her on her hands and knees, getting fucked by Kyle while she sucked on Dino’s cock. Avery lay beneath her, tantalizing her tits and clit as she took care of the other guys’ cocks. They switched places several times, so that each of them had access to both her mouth and her pussy. Kyle warned them not to come in her pussy so they wouldn’t make her pregnant, but they each pumped two big loads of come into her mouth before leaving her with Kyle.
The next day Kyle assured Gina that she’d done nothing wrong, but had simply made it possible for all of them to enjoy themselves in the most wonderful manner. In his charming way, he convinced her that she was the best woman he’d ever known. In this way he got all the blowjobs and pussy he wanted. Gina loved giving him pleasure, and didn’t mind doing it for his friends as well. They had threesomes with Avery or Dino a couple of times, but did not do it with both of them again until several months later.
Avery’s father had told him about a secluded empty farm that he had not yet sold. Avery suggested that he, Kyle and Dino get together a picnic lunch and some
beer, and take Gina on a quiet picnic in the country.
They took along some blankets and a mattress. At the farm they played some Frisbee until they were all hot and sweaty, after which they all stripped and jumped naked into the pond. After that they took Gina up to the barn, where they had left the mattress. Kyle started things off by asking her to enlarge his shrunken cock, which had been shriveled by the cold water. Of course Avery and Dino soon joined in, and Gina sucked all three guys off. Then they took turns fucking her again.
Kyle graduated that spring, and all of them drifted apart. It was only after that that I really got to know Gina well. I knew about her past, and was fascinated by it, and by her. She responded to my interest, and eventually we were married.
Two years after that, Gina and I attended a wedding, where we happened to run into Kyle. He’d had a lot to drink, and just before we left he took me aside and said that he hoped I was enjoying all the things he had taught my wife. Then he laughed and said, “You must know about us, right?” I told him I did, and that I didn’t mind one bit. “Well,” he said, “I bet Gina would like a refresher course.”
“That’s fine with me,” I said. “Whatever Gina wants she can have.”
Kyle just laughed at that and strode away. I went looking for Gina, but by the time I saw her Kyle had gotten to her first. It looked like he was coming on to her. I stood and waited. Finally Gina came over to me. She told me that Kyle was in no condition to drive, and suggested that we take him to our house.
By the time we got him home he had passed out. We got him stripped down to his undershorts and put him to bed in the spare bedroom.
About four in the morning we heard him stumbling around looking for the john. Gina got up to guide him to the bathroom. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew it was about six, and I heard Kyle saying. “Don’t leave yet, baby, I’ve got more for you.”
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