Ronny pulled me down onto the blanket and we began kissing avidly again. In a minute he started unbuttoning my blouse and I once more fondled his hard cock through his cutoffs. I moaned into his mouth as he tweaked and twirled my nipples, my blouse hanging open.
I told Chuck once that I think I have a direct nerve from my nipples to my cunt. He had agreed with a laugh saying, “Every time your nipples get sucked, your legs automatically spread.”
Ronny’s left hand dropped to my belly and I spread my legs for him, humping his hand as he rubbed my crotch. Then he stopped kissing me and pulled off his shirt, nearly ripping it in his haste, and raised his hips to slide down his cutoffs and shorts. His cock was not the biggest I’ve ever seen, but he was rock-hard and uncircumcised. His large heavy foreskin was fascinating to me, as was his hairy body. His chest was a black forest and his arms and legs were also quite hirsute.
Almost automatically I took him in my mouth, feeling the aromatic foreskin fill my oral cavity and tonguing his glans inside the thick membrane. Ronny was gasping, moaning and fumbling to unbutton my shorts, so I raised my hips for him to slide them off along with my black bikini panties.
He pulled my face off his cock to kiss me. As he did, he slid a finger up my pussy, finger-fucking me with long smooth strokes as I humped his hand and mewled with delight. He then lowered me to the blanket, swiftly pivoting his body to slide between my splayed thighs. Now we were face to face, my nipples stiff against his chest hair, my thighs rubbing his ribs, our eyes locked together as his glans touched my drooling twat.
I knew I should stop him then, but he wanted me so very badly, and I knew he’d never tell Jeannette. Also, I truly did want to feel that rock-like penis up inside me—so I said nothing. Then he was penetrating me, and we were both moaning and gasping and humping wildly as his cock slid up into my flowing cunt. I remember thinking, Chuck will love this. I tried not to think about Jeannette.
Ronny was buried completely inside me in a matter of seconds. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles above his back, and fucked him like an eager whore. His mouth came down to mine and we French-kissed wildly as we copulated beneath the shaded oak. The sounds of birds, our heavy breathing and the soft slapping of our flesh provided the soundtrack for our lovemaking. Ronny broke our kiss to gulp air and gasp with a big smile, “Ohh, Sally, I’ve wanted you ever since I met you!”
“I know,” I gasped. “Suck my buds.”
He lowered his passion-filled face and voraciously suckled my tits, first one and then the other as I moaned and squirmed beneath him, fucking him with a hunger that now matched his own.
After a minute or so he raised his body from mine just enough to look down at his glistening dick as he pistoned in and out of me. “Jesus! You’re so juicy!” he panted.
“Ohhh, baby, your hard cock makes me that way,” I rasped as I brought my knees up to my shoulders to get him even deeper. His prick did feel wonderful and I wanted this to go on forever. I sometimes have a hard time reaching orgasm just from fucking, but I was pumping my snatch up hard against Ronny, and before long I knew I was going to get off with him.
I pulled his face back to my nipples and humped him like a wild woman. Only about a minute later, I came really hard. I heard my lust-filled, guttural cry echo around the empty farmyard, and my body shuddered and gyrated with the power of my climax. When it ended, I lay there nearly inert, almost sobbing with physical relief and joy as Ronny continued to ravish my dilated, dripping quim. Then, about a minute later, he too was crying out, going stiff, his face twisted in a mask of lustful joy as his come flooded my wide-open cunt.
He collapsed against me and we lay sweating and heaving against one another. I caressed his legs and butt with my calves, my wet skin sliding slickly over his hairy flesh. He looked into my eyes with something akin to awe. “That was great,” he said, kissing me lightly on the lips.
“It was,” I agreed. Then I said, “How do I compare with Jeannette?”
I couldn’t help asking. I was curious and I also wanted to jog his conscience. A shadow of guilt did pass over his face, but he only said, “Well, she’s tighter, but you’re juicier.”
He leaned down to lick my nipples. “Her boobs are firmer, but not as big.”
He looked down to where we were still joined. “Jeannette has a hairier cunt.”
He brought his face to mine and licked at my mouth. “All in all, I’d have to give you a slight edge as a great lay.”
He kissed and sucked each of my nipples for a while, and then he said, “Can I do you doggie-fashion?”
I had every reason to say no. I was sated with a really good orgasm. He was my best friend’s husband and I shouldn’t be fucking him at all. I was obviously just a notch on his belt and a fantasy come true for him. But then I thought of Chuck and I knew he’d want me to get fucked twice, if I could, so I could tell him all about it. Besides, I had to admit that there was something about the perverseness of fucking the spouse of my best friend that appealed to me. Besides, he was already hard again, and I knew this was a one-time deal.
I rolled onto my knees, spread them wide, put my face on my forearms and listened to Ronny’s heavy breathing as he got between my calves and brought his steel-hard prick to my well-primed snatch. He slid in to the hilt with a single plunge, then he was screwing me hard and fast, gripping my naked hips, buffeting me with his hairy body, his cock reaming in and out, drops of our combined juices dripping onto the blanket with each stroke. The sound of his thighs slapping against my butt was loud in the stillness of the abandoned farmyard. Once again I thought of Chuck and how he’d love to be watching me getting screwed in this way.
“Does Jeannette like it doggie-style?” I asked mischievously.
“Yeah,” he gasped and grunted as he fucked me. “She likes it in all positions. God, you both look so beautiful this way.”
His pace increased, his cock twitching inside me, and I knew he was going to come soon.
“Are you about to blow your wad?” I teased as I moved my hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Yeah!” he blurted.
“Do it, Ronny,” I moaned. “Spray your spunk in me. Fill my juicy cunt with your hot cream.”
With a yell he did so, plunging as deep as he could, emptying himself into me for the second time. He fell atop me, heaving for breath, his hairy, sweaty body crushing me as his limp cock slid from my flooded channel. He finally rolled off and lay breathing heavily, staring up at the leafy branches.
“Fan-fucking-tastic!” he grinned.
I smiled indulgently and ran my red-nailed fingers through his chest hair.
“Well, you finally got to fuck me,” I said to him. “Now will you quit hitting on me?”
“No more motorcycle rides?” he smiled.
“No more motorcycle rides, and no more rides on Sally,” I said firmly.
He reached up and rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My breath caught as a thrill coursed through me, but I pulled away.
“Well, I finally got my dick in you, like I’ve always wanted to do,” Ronny said. “And you are a fabulous fuck, pretty Sally.”
“Thanks,” I said. “You’re pretty good yourself.”
I began to put on my panties and shorts. Ronny, after a long look at my come-drenched crotch, reached for his own clothes. When we were dressed, we kissed passionately, then he took me back to my house.
That was my one and only time with Ronny. I’ve gone over the details dozens of times with Chuck as I give him a ride, and it always makes him come almost instantly. I’ve still never fucked another man while Chuck watches, but he wants that in the worst way, and sometime I’ll do it for him. Maybe I’ll write and tell you about it.
—S.J., Billings, Montana
UNHAPPY WITH THE NAKED TRUTH, HE DREAMS OF HOW IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN
Several months ago I joined a group of coworkers on a weekend getaway to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I agreed to the trip mostly becau
se this girl named Celeste was going and I’d had a real crush on her for a long time. She’s a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a really sensuous body. We were friendly at work, but I’d never had the nerve to push things any further than that. I didn’t get to talk to her much in transit because she had invited her friend Diane, and they pretty much stuck together.
We didn’t arrive until after dark. Then we found that through some mix-up, the condos we had rented were not available until the next day. However, the weather was fine, so we decided to just sleep on the beach.
I woke up in the middle of the night and felt the urge to take a walk along the ocean. I walked for half an hour or so, enjoying being alone under the bright moon with the gentle waves breaking on the sand. Then suddenly I saw something moving. There was someone playing in the water a little way down the shore.
As I got closer, I was astonished to see that it was Celeste. She was naked and splashing around, enjoying herself and the ocean, thinking she was all alone.
I stopped for a moment and I couldn’t move, staring at her beautiful body. She hadn’t seen me and for an instant, I thought of taking off my clothes to join her. I was afraid of offending Celeste, however and finally I just turned around to go back the way I had come.
Several days later, after returning from our trip. I had a dream. I dreamed I was back on the beach, walking along as I had that night, and I came upon Celeste. But in my dream it was broad daylight, with a bright sun shining on the blue water and the golden sand. This time Celeste saw me as I gazed raptly at her naked body. Our eyes met and she smiled.
Even though it was a dream, I couldn’t believe what was happening. Celeste began to touch herself as I watched, her hands wandering over her breasts and between her legs. I could vividly imagine the softness of her flesh, the scent of her damp body, the taste of her luscious lips. My arousal started to show, my stiff dick making a tent in my pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and her acceptance of my attention made my blood boil. I saw her own passion begin to show on her face. She pinched her nipple with one hand as the other probed her cunt. Her eyes closed and she bit at her lower lip. Now her fingers were deep inside her wet slippery pussy, the lips swollen and ready for penetration. She almost collapsed as she reached climax. As she regained her composure she brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices from them, looking directly at me with glassy, sex-drunk eyes.
I was hypnotized by the vision of beauty displayed before me. Now Celeste picked up a towel and began to dry herself off. As I watched, I imagined my tongue licking that fresh sweet skin from her toes to her tits, taking the time to cover every sweet inch, paying close attention to areas that would make her feel that special tingle, stopping to place soft light kisses on the backs of her knees, working my way up to the place where her legs met, stopping to suck on her little button, making her moan and squirm, then moving on up to her breasts to feel her nipples grow in my mouth as I sucked on them.
But at that moment, even in my dream, I was unable to act on these fantasies. Instead, I watched her pick up her clothes and slowly get dressed. Then we walked together down the beach.
She had put on a lacy, short-sleeved blouse with a modestly cut neckline and a pair of tight Levi’s. Her long blonde hair covered her back and swayed as she walked along. Further down the beach we came to an inlet which we had to wade through to get to the other side. The water was up to our thighs and Celeste took off her jeans, leaving her bottom half encased in a pair of thong panties which left most of her behind bare. Even though I had just seen her naked, the vision was exciting.
As I helped her across the inlet I couldn’t help looking down at the soaked panties which now revealed an ample amount of soft fluffy blonde hair. Once again her eyes met mine as I gazed at her with desire. We both smiled.
When we had crossed the inlet, we walked a little further until we entered a cove that was surrounded by trees and rocks. We rested for a few minutes. As we sat and talked, I could feel my lust growing by the second, and her eyes seemed to convey a similar feeling. I leaned toward her and our lips met in a kiss—a kiss so intense that the rest of the world was silenced. It seemed to go on forever. Time stood still as we continued to kiss and embrace. As our bodies entwined we got hotter and hotter. Our clothes seemed to melt away, and then we were avidly touching and nibbling on each other.
Together we dropped to the sand and I positioned myself over her luscious body as she lay on her back. I devoured that body, starting with her breasts. I sucked and teased them with my tongue while my hands kneaded them gently. I moved down to her navel, licking slow circles around the indentation. Soon I was breathing into her blonde bush. My blood raced as I inhaled the aroma of her womanhood.
Her pussy was wet, so wet that her moisture was running down the crack of her ass. I couldn’t hold back any longer; I had to taste those sweet juices. As I licked and sucked on her clitoris, her moans and groans were like a love song. Soon she began to shake and shimmy, and I knew she had climaxed for the first time.
After resting for a few minutes, I started caressing her soft desirable body once again. The way she kissed me drove me out of my mind, and once more I lay on top of her, savoring that warm, yielding flesh, positioning my stiff eight-inch dick at the entrance of her wet pussy. I pushed the head in and paused while I found her tongue with mine. As we kissed, I slid deeper and deeper inside her until I was buried in her pussy.
The sensation was mind-boggling. Soon our animal instincts took over and as we adjusted easily to each other, we slid into a rhythmic dance. Our movements quickened, becoming wilder and more convulsive, taking us to a new level of excitement. Celeste began to climax a second time. I couldn’t hold back any more; the pressure quickly built up inside me, then I was spurting again and again into the depths of her pussy. I found her lips once again and we twisted together, groaning into each other’s mouth as we rode out our mutual climax.
As we lay in each other’s arms, recuperating from the excitement, we heard footsteps. It was Celeste’s friend Diane. She was a slender but curvy young woman with short dark hair. She didn’t seem surprised to find Celeste and me naked in each other’s arms. Instead, she came right up to us and started to undress herself.
Since Celeste made no objection to this, I certainly wasn’t going to. Diane sat down next to us in the sand and we started to touch and kiss each other. Soon Diane was exploring my mouth with her tongue as I slid my hands over her slender body and her small but shapely breasts. Her nipples were rock-hard. Meanwhile Celeste slid down to take my stiffening cock into her mouth and suck on it.
As soon as I felt in danger of coming again, I reluctantly pulled out of Celeste’s mouth and laid Diane down on the sand, commencing to lick and suck on her clit. As she moaned under my ministrations, Celeste straddled her face and lowered her cunt to her friend’s mouth. Soon she was writhing uncontrollably as Diane did to her what I was doing to Diane.
Celeste came first with a cry, and as soon as she had fallen back onto the sand, Diane got onto her hands and knees and urged me to take her from the rear. I knelt behind her and entered her dripping pussy. We soon got a rhythm going and the tempo was fast. Celeste lay down beside us and Diane sucked on her nipples while I fingered her cunt. Soon all of us were ready to climax, but Celeste cried out that she wanted to suck me off. I was pounding my cock deep into Diane and it took all my concentration not to come inside her. But I held out until Diane began to orgasm.
Then I pulled out of her and rolled on top of Celeste in a 69 position. She took all eight inches of my dick down her throat and did things to it that I’d never experienced before. The musky smell of her crotch overwhelmed me and I snarfed onto her pussy in a fuck-drunk frenzy as her head bobbed up and down over my cock.
Now Diane wanted some of what I was about to offer, and she pushed me off Celeste and onto my back, taking my dick into her eager mouth. Soon both women were alternately sucking my dick and balls. I couldn’t st
and any more, and I shouted with joy as they took turns drinking my spurting come.
That was the end of the dream. I woke up in my bed all alone, but happy I had come in my sleep.
—H.T., Richmond, Virginia
FIRST SHE GIVES HIM A HAIRCUT, THEN SHE BLOWS HIM DRY
I am a woman in my mid-forties and have been married for twenty-five years. My sex life with my husband has always been good and he keeps telling me how sexy and beautiful I am. He even sends me flowers once in a while. But lately I have put on a little weight and I began feeling less good about myself, thinking that I was not as attractive as I used to be.
My husband and I have always had the understanding that if we wanted to, we could do some sexual exploring outside of our marriage. But neither of us ever did—until now. I don’t know how to tell my husband that it was through another man that I found out just how beautiful I am, and that I am just as exciting in bed as he says I am.
I am a hairdresser, working out of my house, and I have both male and female clients. Through the years some of them have become friends. One of them is Ralph, a man about my age who was recently divorced. For years Ralph and I have exchanged confidences about our marriages and our personal feelings. Since his divorce I’d had the feeling that he was looking at me differently. The last time he came over for a haircut, our talk turned to sex. Like me, Ralph was beginning to feel that the years were catching up to him. He told me that he didn’t think women found him attractive because he was overweight and had too much hair on his body. “Anyway, the good ones are already married,” he said to me.
I don’t know how it happened, but as he talked I started getting excited. My pussy was wet and I was having a hard time concentrating on cutting his hair. I told him I thought he was like a big teddy bear, all cuddly and warm. When I finished his haircut, he got up from the chair and gave me a very warm, sexy look. I could see by the bulge in his pants that he had gotten excited too. I was putting my tools away when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
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