I was on the verge of orgasm anyway, and when Rhoda recovered I asked her if she’d stroke my pussy. She drank the last of her wine and said, “What the hell, sure.” I guided her hand to my hot wet snatch and showed her just how to stimulate my clit to bring me to ecstasy’s door. The lady turned out to be a quick study, and did me almost as well as my husband. The wet sloshing noise emanating from my pussy must’ve turned her on, as she started to massage her crotch as well. This was almost too much for me—especially knowing Rhoda’s husband was watching in amazement as she steadily lost her inhibitions. As my mind started to drift into a sexy reverie, I was jolted to reality by the unmistakable presence of a tongue on my clit, and was completely astonished to realize that Rhoda was muff-diving me, and obviously enjoying herself! It did not take me long to come so hard and so intensely that I thought the ecstatic convulsions in my crotch would last the entire weekend.
As I was recovering I could see that Rhoda was looking worried. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she couldn’t believe what just happened, and begged me not to say anything to anyone else about it. I assured her that I wouldn’t, and told her that after a while she’d feel better about it. Rhoda said she was more worried about her husband’s reaction than her own, so I said it was my opinion that her husband, like most men, would be extremely happy to have such an uninhibited wife. Rhoda heartily disagreed, and I responded by simply turning her towards the window, where she now saw her husband, his face lit up with a combination of awe and euphoria, due to what he just witnessed.
Rhoda was taken aback at first; but when she saw the approval on Steve’s face her whole manner changed. Proudly naked, she moved sensuously toward the window, motioning for the guys to come inside the cabin. Which they did, and we all proceeded to—but I think I’ll save that for another time.—G.L, Austin, Texas
WHEN THE HUSBANDS GO FISHING FOR TROUT, THE WIVES GO FISHING FOR PLEASURE
Lori and I had been left by ourselves for the weekend. Our husbands had gone away on their annual trout-fishing trip, so I invited Lori to stay over with me. We happily planned a couple of days totally devoted to pampering ourselves.
On Friday night we toasted ourselves with wine, and decided that from that moment on our weekend had begun. Saturday, after sleeping late, we went shopping, had lunch and then went back to the house to try on our new outfits. Lori had bought a very short minidress that molded her perfect body nicely. I was envious of the way her breasts filled out the top of the dress like two sun-ripened grapefruit.
Later that day we had an hour-long workout and a jog before retiring for the evening. I took my bath first, telling Lori to make herself comfortable while she waited. So she plopped on the bed and pushed the play button on the VCR remote. I had totally forgotten that Jake and I had been watching a porno movie the night before he left. I was embarrassed for Lori to know that we indulged ourselves in those films for sexual pleasure, but Lori didn’t seem to be offended by the movie. Instead, she was aroused. She admitted that she and her husband also enjoyed pornos. I was also pleased to hear that she especially enjoyed the ones with just girls. She decided to watch the movie while she waited for me to finish my bath.
The bath was very soothing. The hot water all over my body gave me instant pleasure. I laid my head back and closed my eyes to relax. I couldn’t believe Lori knew one of my sexual secrets. I didn’t know what to expect from her, or what she might expect from me. The thought took me back to the red dress and how amazingly good it looked on her. Then I pictured her without the dress, and I felt a sudden tingle in my crotch; On impulse I placed my fingers on my clit to ease the sensation. It felt so good that I decided to take a few extra minutes to enjoy myself. The hot water felt sensational as my pussy lips sucked it in and out of my hole. It turned me on, and soon I came with a burst of pleasure. After a minute I climbed out of the tub and dried off quickly, hoping Lori wouldn’t be curious about me being in there so long.
When I opened the door, she was there on the bed, still watching the movie of two beautiful babes licking each other to death. She lay there with her legs spread and her finger all the way up inside herself, slowly moving it back and forth, with her hips slightly off the bed. I couldn’t believe how delicious her pussy looked. Or how aroused it made me feel.
My appearance didn’t surprise her. She just looked at me with her eyes half rolled back, and asked me to please touch her. I didn’t know what to do. I went slowly over to the bed. “Please touch my tits,” Lori said. “It will help me.” I felt there was no harm in that, so I cupped my hand over one of her breasts and let the nipple roll between my fingers. She gasped and I thought I’d hurt her, but it was a gasp of pleasure. I really enjoyed watching her get off in front of me. I could tell that she enjoyed it as well.
After circling her breasts with my finger, I slowly ran it down over her stomach. She let out a loud moan and said, “Don’t stop!” I sat up, unsure what to do next, and as I did so my tit grazed her face. With a quick movement she brushed her warm tongue over my nipple. This instantly made me wet and made me yearn for something between my legs. Suddenly I found myself rubbing the inside of her thigh, and even brushing her bush with my hand. Lori moaned and, spreading her legs, begged me to continue.
With my fingers I spread her pussy lips to expose her pink, wet clit sitting up hard as a rock. I rubbed it, making her squeal as I followed the path down to her soaking wet hole. I inserted my finger into her pussy, feeling how soft her insides were. The walls of her cunt were contracting so hard that she kept pushing my finger out, but I pushed it back in. It wasn’t until she asked me to lick it that I realized I wasn’t going to be able to resist tasting her hot juices. I buried my face in her twat, probing her pussy with my tongue. I sucked her pussy and her clit, rocking my head back and forth. When she came she soaked my mouth with her pleasure. The more she came, the faster I lapped it up.
I was surprised at what I had done, but was willing when she wanted to return the favor. We licked each other the rest of the night.
When our husbands returned, they wanted to know if we had pampered ourselves as planned. We told them we certainly had, and that we intended to do it more often.—D.Y., Butte, Montana
SHE SAW HER LESBIAN FANTASY FULFILLED AT LAST—AND SO DID HER BOYFRIEND
For about six years I had an ongoing fantasy about being with another woman. Two years ago, to my boyfriend’s delight, I revealed this desire to him. Over and over, as we screwed, I whispered into his ear what I would do to a woman if I had one. I talked about eating pussy, sucking hard nipples and finger-fucking so much I believed I had already done it. Cleve, my boyfriend, loved to get me started on these fantasies, because he knew they turned me on like crazy. Besides, he had always wanted to see me nibbling on a cunt while he watched with a rock-hard cock. We knew it was only a matter of time before we turned that fantasy into a reality. We talked about it many times, and it engendered a lot of dynamite orgasms. We began getting antsy for the real thing, and began looking for a suitable woman.
Our chance came one Halloween night at a party given by some friends of ours, a very attractive couple. Stella is a petite redhead, with piercing blue eyes and an awesome set of tits, firm and forever at attention. Darren, her husband, has the build of a soccer player, stocky and muscular. His sexy chestnut eyes sweetly contrast with the innocence of his smile. For this Halloween party Stella was dressed as a vampire, while Darren was in drag. He enjoyed comparing his falsies to my breasts, which are more than a handful for any man.
As the night wore on and we filled ourselves with alcohol, Stella began to look more and more attractive. A light suddenly came on in my head, and my cunt began to throb with excitement. I wondered if this could be the night. At one point I caught Cleve’s eyes watching Stella, and I knew the same thought was passing through his horny mind. I saw a bulge grow in his jeans as his cock began to swell, and I smiled. I began to wonder if the other guests would ever leave. I was dying to find out if Stel
la was a true redhead.
After the others had finally gone, the four of us decided to relax in the Jacuzzi for awhile. Cleve and I had brought our bathing suits for just this purpose. While the guys changed in the living room, I went into the bedroom with Stella. As we undressed I could not take my eyes off her beautiful breasts. She admired their sweet excess in the mirror before she put on her suit. As she slid into her skimpy black bikini, I eyed her cunt and saw that she was indeed a true redhead. I was pleased. I put on a scanty one-piece suit, cut low in front to reveal my fantastic cleavage. I saw Stella looking at me and I knew she liked what she saw. She sucked in her breath and said, “Wow! You look great.” I thought I did too. Men always compliment my body, but this comment from Stella made me wet with sinful delight. By the time we headed out to join the guys in the Jacuzzi I was prepared to give them the best show of their lives.
The hot water in the Jacuzzi and the sexual atmosphere made my nipples hard and caused my clit to swell. Once in the tub I took off my bathing suit, and Stella followed my lead. We kept giggling like schoolgirls as the men watched us, realizing that perhaps something was about to happen.
Stella and I were sitting next to each other. When I couldn’t hold back any longer I turned to her and kissed her with full force. Her mouth accepted mine and our tongues began to dance with each other. In my fantasies I had kissed a woman a thousand times, so I felt like an old hand. Following my instincts, I began to caress her body. I moved from shoulder to back to breast. Her tits were magnificent. They spilled out of my hands and between my fingers as I rubbed them. Once I felt them in my hands I had to feel them in my mouth.
Her nipples stood rock-hard and huge. I sucked them gently, flicking my tongue back and forth, up and down, all over. I reveled in the sensation, switching from mound to mound, kneading and squeezing whichever tit I was not sucking at the time. As Stella moaned in ecstasy, I looked over at the men. They sat in reverent awe, not daring to disturb our sexual domain.
Stella now began to return the attention. She nibbled my neck, ears and nipples until chills traveled up and down my spine. I let my hand slip down her flat stomach and between her luscious thighs. Stella chose not to shave her bush. I was used to fingering my own cunt, which I kept shaved except for a triangle at the top, and the change intrigued me. As my fingers prodded her clit and slid in between her silky pussy lips, she spread my long legs apart, searching the cavity of my cunt with first one finger and then another. As we finger-fucked each other, Cleve and Darren began to get restless. They wanted to see more.
We decided to move our party into the bedroom. Cleve and Darren followed. They had removed their suits and wore white towels wrapped around their waists, which did little to hide their hard-ons. I kissed my gorgeous stud and asked him if he was having fun so far. He replied by grabbing my ass as we walked into the bedroom.
Cleve and Darren quickly found seats, while Stella and I lay down on the bed and picked up where we left off. Lying on top of me, she began French-kissing me with her soft lips and busy tongue. Our breasts pressed heatedly against each other. My hand searched out her sweet pussy. I loved stroking my fingers through her magnificent mound of red hair. I found her milky hole dripping wet and slid a finger inside as far as I could reach. Raising herself up a little, she began to suck my breasts again, going from one to the other and making me moan with delight. She whispered, “I want to eat your pussy.” I agreed to this suggestion with a pleasurable groan.
Stella began by kissing my neck. Then she slid her tongue between my breasts, moved down to my belly button, and finally made it to my wet, expectant pussy. As she lay between my knees I spread my long legs further apart. She took hold of my cunt with both hands and, to my delight, began to work it as no man ever had. She stroked each lip rhythmically up and down while her tongue worked on my clit, moving it wildly between her lips. I began to gush like a busted pipe. I moaned in ecstasy and squeezed my breasts as she fulfilled my dreams between my legs. She sucked and licked my cunt until I was delirious. I could not stand it anymore. I had to taste her.
Following my request, Stella turned on top of me until we were in a 69 position. I had my nose in her cunt, inhaling the sweetness of pure femininity. I closed my eyes and let my tongue take over. I felt her swelling clit between my lips and gently nibbled and wiggled it. I could tell she loved what I was doing by the way she adjusted herself so I could put my whole mouth around her pussy. My tongue slid between her lips and deep inside her gushing hole. The ambrosia pouring from her cunt intoxicated me, and I heard myself groaning ecstatically.
When she stopped kissing my pussy I opened my eyes to discover that Darren hadn’t been able to stand it any more, and had come over to the bed. At this moment he had his tongue down his wife’s throat. This meant Cleve could not be far behind. I looked up to be greeted by his tongue in my mouth.
Stella and I made room for them on the bed. The two of them sandwiched us as Stella and I continued kissing and fingering each other. I could feel Cleve’s huge dick rubbing my ass, and realized I had reached a new height of sexual arousal.
With my fingers deep inside Stella’s squirming pussy, Darren began to prod her from behind, and together we worked Stella into a frenzy of sexual stimulation. Her fingers continued to squeeze my breasts, and her tongue slid from my mouth to my neck and back again. We lay in our sensual delirium for several minutes, rubbing and stroking each other’s bodies. Then I went down on Stella. I teased her at first by wetting her inner thighs with my tongue, passing over her clit with just a slight brush. When I decided she could no longer handle the frustration, I went to work sucking the juice from her pussy. She let out a moan as I shoved my tongue deep inside her smooth ravine. Her cream coated my taste buds. I twirled a finger around my protruding clit as Stella’s chest heaved in spontaneous sighs of joy.
By now Cleve and Darren each had one of Stella’s voluptuous breasts in their mouths. Her hands had found their shafts and were stroking them up and down. Now a hand joined my tongue at her opening. It was Darren’s. He worked his way down Stella’s body with his mouth, which finally joined mine at her pussy, and together we pushed her onward to sexual exaltation. Finally I allowed him to take over the arousal of his wife, which gave me the chance to suck my boyfriend’s awesome dick.
Cleve’s cock felt like steel in my mouth as I sucked it harder than I ever had. I wanted him inside me, thrusting his rod deep into the center of my sexual ecstasy. I lay back, pulling him on top of me, and as his cock slid into place I heard Stella and Darren fucking on the floor next to us. The groans coming from their gasping mouths added to my raging desire, causing my pussy to surge and pulsate. I dug my fingers into Cleve’s back and pulled him deeper and deeper inside me. I could not get enough of his cock. My pussy swallowed every inch of him and still craved more. I felt his pelvis grinding against my clitoris as he pulverized my already liquid cunt with his relentless thrusts. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wrapped my legs tightly around his back and waited for my orgasm. It came with the force of a tidal wave, my pussy throbbing around his driving weapon.
Hardly giving myself time to recover, I stood up and bent over the bed so he could have a different angle from which to fill my greedy cunt. He put his hands on my hips and buried his dick within my cave. I began to slam my ass back at him, and he answered my action with a driving force of his own. We soon established a savagely rhythmic pattern of thrusts and retreats. I bent over as far as I could on the bed to allow him to get every bit of his flesh inside me. Our steady beat became more ragged as his pace got faster and faster. I was on the verge of another climax when I heard him gasp, “I’m gonna come, baby!” I prepared myself for his explosion, feeling his dick surge as come spewed inside my cunt.
“Oh God! Oh Clever I yelled as his swollen cock released its load in spurt after spurt. His orgasm had never felt so powerful before. I screamed loudly, my own ecstasy peaking again as he was still shooting his jism into me.
Come dr
ipped out of my hole and down my leg as we lay on the bed, exhausted from our tryst, and listening to the equally exhausted but satisfied sighs and happy coo-ings of Darren and Stella on the floor beside the bed. When we finally gathered our strength and stood up to put our clothes on, I gazed around the room at the remnants of our orgy. The sheets and pillows were scattered about the room like the exploded fragments of my inhibitions, and I thanked my lucky stars for the precious gift of a fantasy fulfilled.—J.O., New Orleans, Louisiana
HE THINKS HIS GIRLFRIEND LIKES WOMEN, BUT HE FINDS SEEING IS REALLY BELIEVING
My girlfriend Sheila is a sweet girl of nineteen with large breasts and a tight pink pussy. She is a little on the pleasantly plump side, but that’s fine with me, because I don’t like the kind of girl who looks like she’s been starving herself for weeks. She normally wears her long hair up in a loose bun, allowing some strands to fall gracefully over her cheeks.
One evening I was in my apartment alone, preparing dinner while waiting for Sheila to come over. Before getting into the shower I dug out the vibrator that I had bought for Sheila and set it on the glass table beside the bed. She had used it several times since the last time it was washed, so it still smelled heavily of her precious honey. For a minute I stood taking in the sweet aroma of her past pleasures. As I disrobed and stepped into the shower, I began thinking about a time five months earlier, when Sheila, in a romantic moment, had caressed my face with her right hand. As that hand passed by my nose, I couldn’t help but notice the distinct smell of her pussy lingering on her fingertips. When I inquired as to why her hand smelled of herself, she embarrassedly divulged her little secret.
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