I ran to the balcony and saw Linda sucking off one guy and being fucked by another as Chad anchored the boat about five hundred feet offshore. They went at it for about two hours. Linda always seemed to have a cock in her mouth and pussy. At one point she was riding Steven’s and sucking Merle’s while Chad rubbed his against her ass. Then each of the guys took a turn rubbing his cock against her ass. I say “rubbing his cock against her ass” rather than fucking because she would never consider letting me fuck her tight virgin ass.
They finally lifted anchor and started in. As they got to the beach, the men all kissed Linda good-bye and waved to me. When she got to our room, she said she hoped my tongue was rested because I had a lot of sucking to do. She stood in front of me and pulled off her shirt Over the next half hour I licked her neck, tits and tummy clean. She lay down on her stomach with her ass in the air and had me pull off her bikini bottom. She told me to start sucking the come from her ass.
When I asked her why she said suck instead of lick, she said that Chad had noticed last night that when she came, her asshole got real loose. So today he positioned his cock there and slowly pushed a few inches in when she came. When she realized what he was doing she squeezed her ass tight, causing him to have one of the best orgasms of his life. Steven and Merle then begged for their chance, and she couldn’t say no since they had given her so many orgasms.
I started sucking her wet asshole, which was oozing with sticky come. Once she had a couple of orgasms, she told me to lie down. Just as I was finishing licking her clean, she built to a big orgasm and pulled my head hard into her pussy, like she was fucking my whole face as she finally came.
I rolled Linda over on her back and asked if I could come. She said she couldn’t suck my cock since her mouth was too tired, but that I could fuck her recently fucked pussy. As I slid my cock all the way in, she said that with all the fucking she had done earlier, it might be better if I waited until later that night. She promised me the fucking of my life.
We went to dinner and I could hardly eat I had to come so bad. Linda didn’t help matters as she sat across from me with a short dress and no bra or panties. Every once in a while she would finger her pussy and let me lick her hot juices. This was driving me wild. I begged her to take me upstairs and fuck my brains out. She said she would if I agreed to try a new game.
The game turned out to involve ice cubes, which Linda rubbed freely over my nipples, cock and balls while I lay on the bed, once again licking her pussy and asshole. Then she told me to tongue-fuck her ass real good, in order to loosen it up. Just the thought of later fucking her ass inspired me to tongue-fuck it like a madman.
She asked if I enjoyed watching her fuck those three big studs from afar. I moaned a yes between licks and she asked if I could see the size of their dicks. I said that I really couldn’t tell the size from the balcony. She said she could fix that, and I heard Chad, Steven and Merle enter the room.
Chad said he was glad to see that I was getting my wife’s pussy and ass ready for them. Also, he said that his wife was out with her boss but would be coming by later to really show Linda how to fuck me.
Linda leaned forward and Steven put about a ten-inch cock in her pussy. It was incredibly exciting licking her clit while seeing his cock just an inch from my face, stretching my wife’s pussy. He held her hips and fucked her as fast as he could, and his balls kept rubbing up against my face. As she was nibbling on and kissing my dick, she said she needed a bigger cock to suck. Well, Merle stepped up and I could hear her sucking him off. Just then Steven said he was about to come. When he pulled out, Linda told me if I wanted to come tonight, I shouldn’t let a drop of come hit the sheets. I watched as each of the guys fucked her pussy, and of course I licked her clean after each.
Linda said that since the guys had only pushed a few inches of their cocks into her ass earlier, she wanted them to try and really fuck her ass. Merle was first since his cock, at eight inches, was the smallest. It took several minutes before he could get his cock all the way up her ass. But soon he was pumping her hard and fast. She said that I should help in her pussy, and I felt his cock pump five or six big shoots of come.
Linda turned to kiss me just as I came. She had me lick and suck her pussy and ass one last time. Then I curled up and was just falling asleep when I heard her tell them that I love sticky buns for breakfast, so they better get busy.—E.J., Hanover, Indiana
THIS COUPLE VOLUNTEERS THEIR HANDS AND MOUTHS FOR A FRIEND IN NEED
My wife and I have been married for three years. I am fifty-two; Marge just turned forty-five. Her long blond hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail. She has an average build, with shapely legs, trim ankles, pretty feet and a sexy instep. The fingers of her soft, petite hands are accented with bright red polish.
I am six feet, slender build, brown hair, average-looking and have a nice disposition, so I am told. We both have been married before, but nothing compares to the love we now share and the sexy life we enjoy.
We discussed our sexual fantasies before marriage so there would be no embarrassment concerning individual needs or kinky desires. I told Marge about my secret fetish, nylon stockings. She gave me a big smile and said I was in for a treat. Her sexual pleasure comes from being highly accomplished at masturbating men. Years of practice have made her a handjob specialist I gladly offer up my cock whenever she feels the need to “practice,” or whenever I feel the need to be stroked or to ejaculate. The excitement she feels when she jerks off a penis is for her gratification in its highest form.
Here is a typical scene in our home. I may be reading or watching TV when Marge enters the room wearing a teddy, nylons and four-inch pumps. She recently bought several pairs of sheer 1950s-style nylons with dark reinforced foot and heel and of course seams. The sight of her wearing these stockings brings my cock to full attention. She will place a pillow on the floor directly between my legs, step out of her sexy heels and kneel on the pillow in her stocking feet. She is the picture of a stocking fetish dream come true.
My eyes become glued to those sexy nylons covering her shapely feet and ankles. Marge’s wicked smile tells me what’s coming. She slicks my cock with baby oil. Then her warm fingers move up and down my full cock. She will use her whole hand in slow full strokes, then place two fingers and her thumb near the tip of my cock using rapid strokes, also varying hand pressure.
Marge also knows how to apply pressure near the base of my penis to keep me from erupting. She will keep bringing me to near-climax until she knows I can no longer hold back. We both love watching my cock explode, her hand a blur on my penis. I then masturbate her to several orgasms. We love these sessions and usually do it twice a week. When we really get horny, I shoot my jism on a daily basis.
There is a variation that drives me wild. Marge will slip a tightly rolled stocking over my erection, wrap the other stocking around her hand and masturbate me. The sensation of nylon on nylon, encasing warm fingers, brings me to the point of orgasm in seconds.
Sometimes I shoot my load in the stocking, which Marge places in my mouth so I can taste my own come. Other times she will blow me through the stocking and swallow my semen. We both enjoy the taste of my come, which is mildly sweet I have become addicted to it. We do occasionally fuck, but I prefer her talent and many years as a handjob artist.
My addiction to the taste of come brings me to our best friend. Gil is forty-six, good-looking and a real nice guy. He lost his wife Greta to cancer about two years ago. We have entertained him in our home on a regular basis, and he adores Marge.
Gil is trustworthy in every respect and has never made a move on Marge. I have told him things about my sex life, and he tells me I am a lucky guy to have her as my wife. I know he and Greta had a normal sex life, including mutual masturbation, intercourse and occasional oral sex, but he wished she would blow him more often and swallow his seed. She only did it to please him.
Gil has gone without a sex partner since Greta’s death and is frustrate
d and depressed. He cannot get a relationship going, even though he is handsome and has much to offer. A few days ago I asked point-blank what he’s doing about sex, and he sheepishly showed me his right hand.
I smiled and said, “If that’s all it takes to satisfy you, I guess I should talk to Marge about jerking you off. I’m sure you will be a new man if you place yourself in her hands.” (He knows about her special talent.)
Gil looked at me. “You’re a big help. Now you’ve got me hard as a rock just thinking about it. I ought to make you jerk me off right now!”
We laughed, then looked at each other in a serious way. I hoped Gil was reading my mind. I was aroused at the thought of masturbating my best friend and eventually blowing him, a fantasy I had never mentioned to Marge. That night I relayed our conversation to her. She blushed at Gil’s getting an erection just thinking about her jerking him off. She was excited. We had to do something to help our best friend.
She wasn’t sure I would go for her suggestion: to ask Gil over, telling him we wanted to help relieve his frustration. I asked what she had in mind. For starters, she would ask if Gil would enjoy having her masturbate him and if it would be okay if I watched. (I almost shot a load in my pants envisioning Marge stroking Gil’s cock.) I said it was a great idea, and it would thrill me to see her do it. We smiled at each other, and I told her how much I loved her for her willingness to please Gil.
I then revealed my desire to jerk off and blow Gil. Marge smiled again and said, “Paul, I’ve suspected for a long time that you had another fantasy, which most likely involved blowjobs. I will be so happy that your fantasy is becoming a reality when you masturbate and fellate our closest friend.”
I was so relieved that I got extremely horny. We have now made plans to have Gil over within the next two days.
Marge plans to wear a black dress, her full-fashion nylons (which Gil has never seen) and four-inch pumps; I will be “almost” trying to hide the erection in my pants. Gil doesn’t stand a chance!
I have seen Gil’s cock flaccid, and it is about the same length as mine but much fatter. Marge’s small hand will probably not fit around it when fully erect. Not to worry, she has jerked off huge cocks in the past and will use two hands if necessary. Our plan is to relieve Gil once a week at first, but as lust takes over, it should become daily. He’ll love coming all over Marge’s pretty fingers and, eventually, filling my mouth with his cock and warm semen.
Marge suggested that, as things progress from masturbation to blowjobs (my department), I begin by kneeling before Gil in a pair of nylons (which I often wear when she masturbates me), masturbate Gil’s cock with the “stocking condom” on his erection, then blow him as he gets ready to come. She said I could better savor the taste of his come oozing through the stocking.
I agreed, since this would be my first blowjob and I wanted to collect all of Gil’s come in my mouth so I could make one big swallow. With experience, though, I plan to deep-throat him. Marge will teach me. She also suggested that she jerk him off while I focus my tongue and mouth on his cockhead.
Pleasuring our best friend will open a new dimension to our sex life, and I know Marge will remain loyal to me. She has made it clear that her role in relieving Gil’s tension will always be her skill at handjobs. She says I can enjoy my new fantasy by blowing him or jerking him off anytime I desire. She said she is eager to watch me suck his cock.
At this point I said, “Honey, I need some relief right now.” Marge dashed to our bedroom and returned in a few seconds clad only in sexy nylons, waving a jerk-off pair for my cock. She assumed her kneeling position between my legs and began to apply her masturbation skills. I shot my biggest load in months. Come just kept oozing through the stocking. I sucked it out of the stocking, wishing it were Gil’s.
We continued discussing how far we might go with Gil, and Marge said she had no problems with me going to his apartment to blow or masturbate him. However, she wants me by her side when she masturbates him so we can both watch his massive ejaculation. She has other exciting ideas, and I have one of my own, where her mouth ends up receiving Gil’s creamy load while I masturbate him.
I plan to give Marge the go-ahead to perform fellatio on Gil’s cock. I love my wife so much, and she is most deserving of blowing both of us. The first time she blows Gil, I will be kneeling inches away from her mouth and his slick cock, watching every movement and waiting for his come to fill her mouth.
Marge is thrilled knowing she will have two cocks to masturbate. I can’t wait to put my hand around Gil’s cock, feel it throb, stroke the full length as it glistens with pre-come and feel his warm jism flow over my fingers. My biggest thrill will be performing my first blowjob and gulping down his delicious come. I’m sure he will return the favor and my wife will be watching every second, teaching Gil and me her skills in masturbating and sucking cock.
The two of us plan to enjoy every minute of our mission to release our friend’s pent-up frustrations. Speaking of enjoyment, Marge just came over as I finished writing these most intimate details of our sex life. She read the entire letter. Now I am turned around in my chair, facing away from the desk, and she has assumed her kneeling position. Her soft and slippery hand is sliding up and down my penis, and my eyes are fixated on those lovely stockinged feet.
Which is the perfect way to close my letter. You know what “comes” next!—P.T., Chattanooga, Tennessee
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