“Then fucking do it!” I wailed. He let out a cry of total lust, and I felt the jism spurting out of his shaft right into me. It was so hot and creamy, and he had so much to give. Little strings of it floated to the surface of the water, and I reached over to smear his excess come all over me. He came even harder when he saw that, ramming his bone into me to make sure I got every last drop.
I came again with frightening intensity. I was clutching his ass-cheeks, trying to keep him tight up against me, when the burning fire in my clit finally subsided into a glorious warmth.
Exhausted from our triumphant fucking, I looked down into the water and I couldn’t believe what I saw. A giant, dark shadow passed right beneath us. They hadn’t taken the whale out of the pool.
“Look out!” I cried. Craig saw it too, and we scrambled to safety before anything could happen. Suddenly knowing that we’d been in deadly danger made our illicit fuckfest feel even more special.
I sent Craig back to the university with a glowing recommendation. He was the best intern I’ve ever had, I told them. And if he’s looking for work next summer, I’ve got work for him.—S.M., Miami, Florida
LIVING WELL IS THE BEST REVENGE, BUT THIS RANKS A CLOSE SECOND
The setup of my tale probably isn’t too much out of the ordinary considering all the letters you get every month, but it actually comes with a great ending that any man who has limited funds in the bank should be able to appreciate.
I’m a normal guy who has spent a lot of time and way too much money trying to get into a certain girl’s pants. Nothing new there: flowers, dates, concert tickets, CDs. I paid for them all, just because I thought Chris was worth the effort and worth the wait. My best friend kept telling me that my wallet would be better off if I would just cut out the middleman and take myself straight to a whore instead, but I told him to mind his own business.
I should explain that Chris was a coed at a Bible institute located in the same small Southern town as the college that I attend. We first met at an art store, where both of us were buying some supplies. She was so good-looking that I didn’t run in the opposite direction when I found out where she went to school, which is saying a lot.
Chris had the full, puffy kind of lips that instantly make a guy think about how great they would feel wrapped around his bone. Her fellatio abilities might be lying dormant at the moment, but with a mouth like hers I knew she could be a world-class cocksucker, and I was determined to find out if I was right.
This girl also possessed a truly impressive set of tits. They pushed her white cotton blouse out so far that its pleats were stretched apart like an open fan. I knew she could tell that my eyes kept returning to her tits while we talked, but I just couldn’t keep myself from staring.
Chris was always all smiles and she’s really friendly as hell, the kind of girl that every mother hopes her son will bring home to meet the family. I knew that scoring with her would be a real challenge, but the thought of how sweet it would be to corrupt this squeaky-clean good girl made me want her even more. Most girls I meet these days are such sleep-around sluts that it’s almost too easy to screw them. I thought that a girl who would take a little effort to seduce might be a refreshing change of pace. Chris told me up-front that she wanted to stay a virgin until her wedding night, but I assumed that was just a load of crap that had been drilled into her by the church. Nobody could be that goddamned devout these days—or so I thought. About six weeks later, when I still hadn’t so much as copped a feel off those big tits, I started to think that I might have made a very serious mistake in trying to bed her.
I was walking over to her dormitory to pay her a surprise visit a few weeks ago when I saw her roommate Betsy walking toward me with her head down. She looked pissed off and was muttering. As she came closer, I could hear that she was praying. She stopped when she saw me.
“I know I shouldn’t cast the first stone,” she said, looking quite earnest and taking my arm. “But there’s something you should know about Chris. She’s…” Betsy tried for a few seconds but couldn’t get the words out. Finally she pointed in the direction of her dorm building. “Go take a look in our room’s window. It’s the third from the end, the one that’s halfway open. And may God bless you.” Then she hurried away, still muttering and praying.
I had a sick feeling that I knew what I would see there, and I was right. But it turned out to be even worse than I expected. Chris was naked in her single bed on her hands and knees. A naked guy who looked like a skinhead football player was kneeling behind her. His hard cock was plunging in and out of her body. It didn’t take me long to realize that it wasn’t going into her pussy. The jock’s dick was crammed up her asshole.
Chris shook her head from side to side and groaned in time with each of his thrusts. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Go ahead and fuck my ass! Fuck my dirty little ass, you goddamned son of a bitch! Fuck it! Fuck it harder!”
“You like that, don’t you?” the guy behind her said, plowing her ass like a madman. “You like having a big dick up your shitter. That way you can still claim that you’re a sweet little virgin, huh? It feels good to have my cock fucking you there, don’t it, you little slut?”
“Fuck, yes,” Chris said through clenched teeth. “It feels so good, so fucking good and so fucking huge in my ass! Go on, fuck it as hard as you can!”
I felt like the biggest chump on the face of the earth, but I couldn’t look away from the window. Chris’s body was even better naked than I imagined it would be. Her big tits hung down and swung free, their stiff nipples grazing the bedsheet. Her ass-cheeks were like flawless white marble. Her asshole was a pink rubber ring stretched around the cock of the lucky son of a bitch who was corn-holing it.
Even hearing Chris use the word “fuck” was a turn-on. The strongest thing I had heard come out of her was the occasional “darn” or “shoot.” I was stunned to hear her talking like a phone-sex operator. Everything about her was the filthy opposite of the Chris I had come to know. She was the anti-Chris.
As excited as I was getting watching the jock fuck her ass, I started getting really pissed off. Not only because it wasn’t me fucking her, but because Chris had played me for a real sucker the whole time. But I saw a way to get even.
There was no screen on her open window. Just inside it, sitting on her desk, was her purse. Chris and her lover-boy were facing the other direction, and they were pretty preoccupied. I reached in, grabbed the purse, rummaged through it to remove Chris’s cash and credit cards and put it back on the table.
I netted seventy-two bucks from that transaction, and within half an hour, I had posted all of her credit card numbers on the Web. I could only imagine what charges she would find on her next credit card bill. That thought alone helped make up for all of the dough I wasted on her.
My sweet little holier-than-thou virgin princess was about to find out the hard way that there was more than one way to get fucked in the ass.—F.R., Atlanta, Georgia
Suck A What?
HIS WIFE IS CAUGHT ON TAPE BY TWO PRIVATE DICKS WHOSE DICKS ARE NOT SO PRIVATE
There was a long moment of awkward silence when the film ended and the screen filled with the gray blur of empty tape. The two private eyes had not said a word throughout the entire video. What could they say now, after watching that with me? I’m sure their experience told them that no words were quite right for such a time. Jake, the younger detective, got up to turn off the TV.
I stared at the blank screen, leaning forward on my arms. Carl, older and bigger than Jake, came over to my side and put a hand on my shoulder. “So, can I have the tape now?” I finally asked. Nobody replied. I looked up at them then, and saw Jake look at Carl, and Carl give him a nod.
Jake cleared his throat. “There’s another tape,” he said. He pulled out the tape we had just seen, the one the two of them had made of my wife and her black lover, and slipped in another. He moved back behind his desk and picked up the remote again.
Carl cleared his
throat this time. “See, we wanted to see if we could get a better view of this guy’s face,” he said. “To seal things up in case you wanted to pursue this thing. So we waited down the street to see if we could catch him leaving.” I looked up in surprise. I thought it would have been a closed case after the things they had already caught on film. “When he didn’t leave after half an hour, we went back around to your window, and there they were again.” Now Jake pressed the button on the remote.
The screen filled with the image of Lisa, my wife, on her knees in front of the same man who we had just watched fuck her senseless on the first tape. Her lips were wrapped around the dark shaft of his big cock. Her eyes were shut and her big breasts swayed as her head moved back and forth along the length of his tool. She pulled her mouth off him and dipped her head under that massive pipe to lick his heavy balls.
“I love a woman who licks your nuts during a blowjob,” one of the detectives said. I was so shocked, I wasn’t sure which of them had spoken. On the screen, my wife was taking the black man’s big heavy balls into her mouth, one at a time, rolling each one gently with her tongue.
“Yeah, but watch this,” said Carl. The black guy lifted his foot and put it on the bed beside him. My wife slipped her head further underneath him. Although her mouth was hidden, it was clear that she was licking his sweaty ass. Soon the guy pulled her up and knelt her on the bed in front of him, with her ass thrusting straight back toward the window and the camera behind it. Her swollen pussy lips hung wetly between her legs, still dripping the come he had pumped into her earlier. Her pink anus was clearly visible between her widespread ass cheeks.
“I got to tell you,” said Jake, “your wife does have one hell of an ass!” I hunched over further, staring at the screen, but I said nothing.
The black stud, whose thorough reaming of Lisa’s wet cunt had been captured on the earlier tape, was now bending down to lick her puckered poop portal. He was evidently lubricating her anal opening in preparation for shoving that ten-inch monster of his up her tight ass. My pulse raced as I watched my wife’s hanging breasts shudder and heave while her back arched in pleasure. The man’s ebony fingers played a spirited tune on her stiff clit.
“I love this, where she looks back,” Jake said, describing the actions of my wife. “She looks back and he knows she’s ready for it.” As if on cue, the dark Adonis stood and began to feed the head of his cock into the snow-white crack of my wife’s tender ass. Inch by inch it disappeared. Jake and Carl began to cheer him on as if I wasn’t there.
They continued to urge him on more intensely, their comments making it clear that they had watched this tape repeatedly, and knew the whole plot. “Now grab her tits” Carl yelled.
“Get her moving,” encouraged Jake. The bull stud on the screen did just that, and Lisa swayed her rounded rump as much as the lamppost of a cock that was plugged into her would allow.
I was mortified. How long had these men been watching and enjoying the spectacle of my own wife surrendering her body and her dignity to the lust of another man? And worse yet, did they suspect that I was hunched over now not in grief, but in a vain effort to hide my raging hard-on?
On the screen the black man arched his body and pulled my wife back by her hips. Her breasts slid over the sheets and bulged from beneath her heaving chest like white pillows absorbing the shock of his thrusts. His orgasm was as hard and long as the one he had earlier pumped into her cunt. When he finally pulled his cock out and moved away, Lisa’s obscenely stretched anal opening was clearly visible, gaping and full of come. For several minutes the frame was filled with the prone form of my wife, used hard and left exhausted on the bed, as the camera lingered on the dark yawning chasm of her ass. Then Carl’s hand tightened on my shoulder as another figure entered the room.
This person, a nude white man, knelt down behind my wife and eagerly plunged his face between her cheeks. His jaw worked furiously as he licked and slurped the creamy white froth from her ass. Carl’s hand moved across my shoulder, his forearm resting lightly on the back of my head. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a huge bulge in his trousers. Meanwhile the come-hungry newcomer on the screen, who must have been lurking in the comer of the bedroom the whole time, worked on cleaning out my wife’s ass; and when that was dry, he started on her cunt.
I felt a slight pressure on the back of my head as the camera zoomed back. I heard Carl’s zipper slide down as the black man’s form appeared on screen again. Carl’s arm was urging my head to the side, toward his crotch. And on the screen the black man was reaching down and pulling on the shoulder of the white man kneeling on the bed, guiding his mouth toward the jutting length of jism-slick black meat hanging between his legs.
The white man turned slowly, revealing his come-soaked face as he took his first tentative lick at that black dick. The face was my own.
The head of Carl’s cock was velvety and warm as he pushed it between my lips. I wondered if they had suspected my little role play from the beginning. Carl began moving in easy thrusts, giving me the length of his cock as he enjoyed the warmth of my willing mouth. I dropped out of the chair and onto my knees in front of him, letting him have his way with me. His hands rested gently on the sides of my head, tilting it back to give him a perfect view of my lips sliding over his giant stick. He seemed pleased when I brought my hands up to cup the cheeks of his ass, pulling him harder against me and holding him so that his belly pressed against my nose a little longer each time his tasty man-meat filled my eager throat. I lightly kneaded those firm cheeks as they tensed and relaxed with the thrusting of his big cock. Now I felt Jake move up behind me, his hands reaching around to fumble with my zipper and then pull down my trousers and shorts, exposing my ass and my stiff cock.
From my position in front of Carl I glanced sideways at the TV. It was like looking in a strange mirror as I watched the image of the thick black cock sliding in and out of my mouth, even as Carl’s thick white one stretched my jaws and filled my throat. They moved almost to the same rhythm.
On the screen my wife watched dreamily as her well-hung lover fucked my mouth, using the same slow orgasm-building stroke he had employed on all three of her orifices. In the present, Jake was pressing his stiff cock up against me from behind. It felt even longer than Carl’s, though not as thick. So much pre-come flowed from the head of Jake’s trouser python that my ass cheeks were wet and slick. I tried to bend over a little more to give him better access, but had to settle for jutting my ass back at him.
Carl, noticing what was going on, pulled his tasty cock out of my mouth for a moment and sat down on the floor in front of me. This allowed me to lower my head to his stiff meat while raising my ass for Jake, whose strong thumbs began to pry my buttocks apart. These guys certainly worked well together.
Since Jake seemed to have my ass well in hand, so to speak, I concentrated on Carl. His big cock was circumcised, and the ridge of the head was very sensitive to my teasing tongue. My eager acceptance of his thrusts seemed to drive him to a frenzy, and when I let out a low moan around his fleshy nightstick to show my appreciation, he redoubled his lusty efforts. Matters began to escalate as I felt Jake’s cockhead begin to push its way into my ass.
Though in the past I had allowed all of my wife’s lovers, like the black stud now on the screen, to use my mouth as they saw fit, none of them had penetrated my ass. Eating their come out of my wife, and letting her watch while I serviced them orally, was as far as I’d ever gone. I wanted Lisa to have some small measure of respect for me, after all.
I’m not sure what Jake was expecting as his meaty staff pushed past my tight rectal ring, but his low moan of appreciation told me that my virgin ass was everything he could have asked for. I froze in place, accepting his insistent invasion with a thrill of illicit pleasure. For a second I regretted that my sexy wife was not there to observe and appreciate my depravity, but the advance of Jake’s cock drove all thought from my mind. It felt like liquid warmth pouring slowly down my u
nexplored anal channel. I could feel the bulge of his cockhead and the firm shaft sliding behind it as Jake slowly filled my tight cavity. I gloried in the sensation of having these two stiff cocks planted in me like flagpoles, possessing my quivering flesh.
With my face pushed into Carl’s lap by Jake’s slow deliberate deflowering of my tight tunnel, I could no longer see the video as it rolled on over my head. But I could hear the soundtrack clearly above the grunting and panting of the two detectives.
“I’m gonna fill you up!” declared the dusky cocksman on the video. My mind flooded with the memory of his strong hands, meaty pole and accelerating thrusts.
“Fuck his mouth, lover!” cried my slutty wife, finally roused from her cock-induced stupor. I remembered her dropping down beside me at that point and licking his sweaty balls as they bounced off my chin.
“Eat this!” shouted the black man, and I recalled his dark cock swelling and spewing form a torrent of creamy come over my tongue, lips and face, which my wife helped me lick up.
Now Carl eased my head back and got up, leaving me to Jake’s hot hands and slowly thrusting cock. I wasn’t sure where Carl was going, and after a few seconds, didn’t care. Jake was reaching around to cup my balls while he fucked me. He rolled them gently in his hand-each time his hips pressed against my ass. This made me writhe with added pleasure, my every move and twinge massaging the long cock buried deep inside me.
Suddenly he tapped my shoulder, causing me to look; up. Carl was standing in front of me, and beside him, her soft red lips forming a perfect “O” of surprise, was my wife!
Jake never missed a beat. His thrusting became harder and faster, forcing my head back toward the carpeted floor as I tried to maintain my balance. He was putting on a show for my shocked wife’s benefit, and I shut my eyes and settled in to enjoy it. His big hands grasped my hips as his hard dick pistoned in and out of my slippery chute like a mad machine. My own dick grew so hard and full that it ached as it bounced up against my belly. Jake must have liked the way my sphincter twitched when he finally grabbed my cock, because he then started to jerk it in time with his thrusts. Moaning with pleasure, I fell into a kind of sexual daze that seemed to last for hours, until finally it was penetrated by a familiar sound which focused my attention.
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