The sensations went on and on. Now there were two cocks in front of my face, then three. I was fucked on my knees, doggie-style, my tits swaying with each pump, my mouth full of stiff dick. The smell of sex was in the air, the smell of semen and my own slippery juices. I could hear myself moaning. I loved the urgency the men brought with them, their bodies hard and angular against my soft curves. I came again and again, and I didn’t want it to stop.
But eventually it did, as each of the men reached the end of his capacity and fell away. Slowly then, I untangled myself from the bed and eased away to the bathroom. There I took a long hot shower and washed my hair. I didn’t bother to cover myself when I came out. I got dressed and kissed each guy on the mouth before Michael and I left and caught a cab back to my apartment.
Before he left the next morning, Michael told me he wanted me to get a tattoo, just a small one, on the inside of one thigh. And he wanted me to get it with my panties off. I haven’t done it yet, but I know I will. The thought of a stranger working between my legs like that makes me wet with excitement. I have found out what I am, and there’s no going back now.
—T.R., Salem, Oregon
THEIR KINKY CAMPING TRIP GOT KINKIER WHEN THEY
MET TWO COUNTRY BOYS
It was the middle of August when Bonnie and I finally got some time off to go camping. Bonnie had been wanting to go all year, and the time had finally come. “You pack your leather bra and panties,” I told her. “I’ll bring the lube and the camcorder.” The last time we had gone camping we had filmed about six hours of nasty sex between us. I was hoping for double that this time.
When I went by to pick Bonnie up she was wearing her leather pants, which were so tight I could see the cleft in her pussy lips. She was also wearing a see-through top with nothing underneath but her smallest leather bra. I knew this was going to be one great trip.
I piled Bonnie and her gear into the van, and we headed north, toward the mountains. By dark we were into the wooded, mountainous area where there wasn’t a house or another car to be seen for miles.
When we passed a rest area I pulled in. Bonnie said she had to pee, and I figured I had waited long enough to get laid. Bonnie got out of the van and headed for the outhouse. When she was out of sight I reached into the backseat for the camcorder and set after her. This was as good a place as any, I thought. The rest area was deserted, and there was enough light from the overhead lamps to capture all of the action on film.
Bonnie was a little startled when she came out of the outhouse and saw me there. I greeted her with a sloppy kiss, complete with lots of tongue. In return she groped my balls through my tight jeans.
“It didn’t take much to get you going, did it, tiger?” She grinned.
“I was ready to go before we started,” I said, rubbing my fingers over her crotch. She moaned.
“Perhaps we should start by getting naked,” she breathed. “Make me your slut, baby. Please tell me what to do. Command me to be yours.”
“As you wish, my dear.” I had a devilish look on my face now. “Get down and lick the head of my cock.” Bonnie moaned again and sank to her knees. I knew that this kind of thing really turned her on. It turned me on too. “Unzip my pants, you little slut,” I growled. “You’re gonna suck my cock all the way down.”
She unzipped my blue jeans. My thick cock was almost fully erect, and she pulled it out with her right hand while she massaged my balls with her left. When erect my cock is almost ten inches long. I caught my breath as she started licking it. Precome immediately oozed onto her waiting tongue. “That’s right, suck that sweet come. I know you’ve been waiting for it,” I commanded. “And you better like it, ’cause there’s more where that came from.” She was so hot now that I could see the stain on her leather pants where her juices were soaking the material.
I turned the camcorder on and focused in on her mouth, which was sliding back and forth on my shaft. She was pumping up and down now, sucking it like a real champ. Her ruby lips would start by teasing the head of my pulsing cock, and then work their way down to the bottom of the shaft. Taking all ten inches into her throat was indeed a talent, and she did it well. I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon, and she loved it. I knew she reveled in feeling like a whore, like some prostitute sucking cock in a back alley for her rent money.
Her mouth felt so good around my cock that I knew I was ready to explode. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, you’d better catch it,” I told her. “You’re gonna eat it all, and when I’m done coming you’re gonna suck on the head of my cock until every last drop is gone.”
Bonnie was in heaven. I moaned and arched, and her head went down until her lips were touching my balls, waiting for the hot rush of my slick love to enter her mouth. My ass tightened up, and I gave a yell as I came. I spurted into her throat and she started swallowing. The load was enormous, and she had to keep on swallowing while breathing through her nostrils. I was still shooting the action, looking at her through the camcorder. When I finished spurting she pulled her mouth back and started sucking on the end of my cock like there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly, from the bushes behind the outhouse, we heard a noise. Startled, we hurriedly tried to pull ourselves together. “Who’s there?” I yelled, but there was no answer. Thinking maybe it was a bear, we started to head back to the van. But when I looked behind me I saw two men standing in the bushes. They were in their mid-thirties, and wore old blue jeans and dirty T-shirts. One of them was holding a beer bottle, and they were grinning wildly.
Obviously they had been watching Bonnie and me going at it. Probably I should just have gotten us out of there, but something made me stop. I thought there might be possibilities here, and looking at Bonnie, I could tell that she was thinking the same thing.
“You guys enjoy the show?” I said boldly.
“Hell, yeah!” the one with the bottle said. “You got one hot lady there, fella!”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I told him. I turned to Bonnie. “You want to party with them?” I asked her, low enough so that they couldn’t hear. “I could record it.” I could see the heat in her eyes. Giving herself to two half-wild strangers was just the kind of adventure that turned her on. My cock was once again getting hard.
“You guys live around here?” I asked.
“We got a cabin about a quarter mile down the trail,” the second guy said.
“Lead the way,” I told him.
The guy with the bottle said his name was Roy. The other one was Harold. We followed them down a trail to where a cabin was sitting in a clearing in the woods. We went inside. It was rustic and not very clean. The two men stood staring at Bonnie, practically slobbering. I told her to take her pants off.
I was holding the camcorder and taping her as she stripped, rubbing my cock with my other hand. She didn’t have anything on under the leather pants. Roy and Harold started stripping too. “Get over there on the bed,” I told Bonnie. “On your hands and knees.” I could see her eyes shining and her breath coming hard as she obeyed me.
Roy finished undressing and walked over to her. Her pussy was moist and glistening; she had been ready to fuck ever since she had sucked my cock back at the rest area. Roy stuck two fingers in her pussy and jammed them all the way in. She moaned. “You like that, city girl?” Roy said. “I’m gonna show you how we fuck our women in the country.” He stroked his cock while he finger-fucked her, and Bonnie bucked her hips in rhythm with his fingers.
“Do it, then,” she moaned. “Come on, fuck me.”
“All right, girl, you asked for it,” Roy said. He got on the bed and rammed his cock into her.
Bonnie smiled. “My husband loves watching me get hammered by new men. Hey Roy, think you can hammer me?” she asked.
“You want a hammerin’? You’ve got it, lady. Harold, get over here. You want big cock, you’re gonna get it!” He was steadily pumping his dick into her pussy now, and I could see her cunt juice runni
ng down her legs.
Harold moved around in front of her, and she gasped when she saw his cock. It looked at least twelve inches long, and was thicker than any I’d ever seen. She moaned and took it into her mouth. I knew she wanted to take it all, but it was too much for her to swallow.
“Think you can take that in your ass, city girl?” Roy panted. “You come around here, Harold, and take her in the back. I’m gonna get underneath her and stick it in her pussy.” He pulled out of Bonnie and slid underneath her sleek body. He kissed her tits as he guided his cock back into her cunt. Harold made his way around to the rear and spit in his hand, then rubbed his saliva all over his giant cock. I could see Roy’s balls slapping up and down on Bonnie’s asshole. Harold spread her ass cheeks apart and started to push his monster into her tiny anus.
Even I had my doubts about whether Bonnie could take it there, but evidently she didn’t. She cried out with pleasure as he slid slowly into her, bit by bit, stretching her unbelievably. By the time his cock was halfway in her ass she was yelling, “Harder, harder!” Roy nibbled at her tits and fucked her pussy like a madman, while on top of her Harold was sliding his dick in and out of her tight ass.
She kept crying out for more, but Harold wasn’t going to last long enough to give her all of it. He started to moan very loud, and Roy yelled, “Come in her mouth, Harold.” Both of them pulled their cocks out of her and turned her on her back. They made their way up to her face, and Bonnie stuck out her tongue and fought to get both cocks into her mouth. Harold was ready to come first, so he pushed Roy away and jammed the head of his dick into her mouth. A second later he let loose, shooting his huge load into her throat while she swallowed as much as she could.
Roy now turned her over again and rammed his cock into her ass. After Harold’s cock it must have felt like a toothpick in there, but Bonnie was soon moaning and fucking him back. He pumped her for about ten minutes, and then started coming in waves. He squeezed her tits as he came, and she squealed with delight.
Meanwhile I had pulled my cock out of my pants and was stroking it while I taped the threesome. When I was ready to come I set the camcorder down on the table and walked over to where Bonnie was now lying on her back. I started slapping her tits with my cock, knowing how much she loved that, and Bonnie began fingering her clit and moaning. Just as she started to orgasm I shot my hot come onto her tits. She smeared it around and pushed her tits together, still coming.
Roy and Harold wanted us to stay for the night, but I explained that we had to get on with our camping trip. We gathered up our clothes and packed up the camcorder. The two men thanked me for the use of my girl, and we thanked them for a great start to our vacation.
—K.I., Boise, Idaho
HE LOVES SHAVING HIS SEXY WIFE’S PUSSY,
BUT HER VENUS MOUND IS OFF-LIMITS
Jessica, my wife of over twenty years, is even sexier now than when we were first married. Although she’s older, of course, her body is in better shape than ever, and the sexual experience she has gained, coupled with her desire to give me as much erotic pleasure as possible, gives her the motivation and the ability to constantly turn me on in new ways. Let me tell you about one of her recent surprises.
Over the past two years Jessica has allowed me to shave her pussy on a relatively routine basis. It may sound strange, but keeping your wife’s pussy properly shaved is more difficult than you might think. Whenever possible, I’ve shaved her two to three times a week. But occasionally our routine will be disrupted by some of life’s little inconveniences, such as illness, the presence of house guests, etc. Sometimes we’ve gone a whole week, and occasionally even a month or more, before I’ve been able to reestablish our routine and start shaving her again.
Each renewal of the shaving ritual is a distinctive thrill for me. My greatest desire is being fulfilled one more time, and the fear that I’ll never get Jessica to let me keep her shaved again is dispelled with the first stroke of the razor. My first sexual experience with Jessica’s newly shaved pussy after a break of a few weeks is always just as exciting as the very first time I shaved her.
As you can gather, there is nothing I love more than having Jessica’s pussy naked and totally exposed for me. I love being out in public with her, knowing that her pussy is shaved for my pleasure. It’s even more of a turn-on than knowing she’s wearing sexy lingerie for me under her conservative outer clothing.
When we’re in bed, her naked cunt lips feel fantastic to my touch, and it’s almost as if her pussy is inviting me to fuck her. I frequently trace my fingers over those lips as a part of our foreplay. When they are dry, my fingers enjoy feeling the soft smooth texture of her sensitive flesh. When she gets hot, and I can spread her natural lubrication over her outer lips, it’s even better; my fingers glide over the surface and her cunt feels incredibly sexy. On some occasions I have used a sex lubricant to make her entire pussy area super-slick. My hand can then roam effortlessly over her lips and Venus mound. As I’ve often told her, the lubrication makes it feel as if my whole hand is inside her pussy. Finally, just before I penetrate her, I love to rub my cock up and down over her naked lips; again, it’s as if her pussy has taken over the entire crotch area, and my cock and balls feel as if they could just bury themselves completely inside her.
Of course, it is not only me who enjoys having Jessica’s pussy naked. My wife seems to love my touch on her hairless lips, and has mentioned on more than one occasion that having a shaved pussy makes her feel sexy. Perhaps it’s just in my head, but there seems to be a certain element of sexual submission in a wife keeping her pussy shaved for her husband’s pleasure that I think Jessica enjoys as well.
As I say, I have been keeping my wife’s pussy shaved as continuously as possible over the past two years. This shaving, however, has been limited to her outer pussy lips and the surrounding area, and has excluded her Venus mound. Jessica has kept her mound trimmed for me, but hasn’t wanted it shaved for fear of itching, which she remembered from the one time I shaved her mound about twenty years ago. Soon after I started shaving her regularly, Jessica painstakingly trimmed her mound with scissors so that the hair was about half an inch long. She then continued to trim it periodically to keep it as short as possible.
About six months ago Jessica surprised me one evening with a new look. She’d used an electric hair clipper on her Venus mound, which had resulted in an even closer trim. I loved it! We had wild sex that night, and I repeatedly fondled Jessica’s mound, delighting in the way her new trim, coupled with her shaved pussy, made the whole area feel naked. I couldn’t get over the difference in how she felt, and I made sure Jessica knew how much I appreciated her virtually naked mound. As a result, over the past six months Jessica has continued to use the clippers for a very close trim, and I’ve continued to enjoy her new level of exposure.
Last Saturday was our anniversary, and my sexy wife outdid herself. I’d shaved her pussy in the late afternoon, and Jessica had then gone into the bathroom to shower and get ready for our special celebration that evening—a fancy dinner in the privacy of our home, for which Jessica would dress in sexy clothes especially for me. I should mention that for these occasions Jessica’s outfits are always extreme, featuring fantastic cleavage and usually showcasing her great legs in stockings and heels, with an ultra-short skirt. Sometimes she wears a garter belt and sometimes thigh-high stockings, but never pantyhose. Usually the outfit includes some skimpy panties, but occasionally she’ll tease me even more by leaving herself naked under her skirt.
As usual, while Jessica dressed for me behind closed doors I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. When Jessica finally came out, I was immediately turned on by her blatantly sexy look. I could see that she was wearing a dramatic push-up bra under a low-cut blouse, and her tits looked like they were begging for my hands and mouth to devour them. She was wearing four-inch heels and a silky short skirt that barely covered her ass, exposing a great expanse of stocking-encased leg, at which I stared as she drew c
loser to me.
Seeing my eyes on her legs, Jessica said, “Since you seem to be enjoying my legs so much, I think you’ll like the fact that I’m not wearing any panties; my legs just keep going all the way up.” As she spoke she turned and bent over, pulling her skirt up over her ass. I said she looked great, and she was right—her legs did seem to go all the way up to her waist!
Jessica lowered her skirt and turned back to face me. She then said that she’d had another, and very special, reason for not wearing panties. It was so she could show off her anniversary present to me.
With that, Jessica slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her totally hairless Venus mound to me for the first time.
I was so excited I could barely speak. “Wow!” was all I could say. “It’s great!” And I immediately reached out to touch it, continuing to fondle that naked flesh as we kissed passionately. When the kiss ended I thanked Jessica for her great gift, and commented on how smooth her mound felt. Jessica explained that in order to give me the best gift she could—and to avoid future razor stubble—she’d actually depilated herself, using the electric hair remover she uses on her legs. She had hesitated to do that before, but now she said she thought we would both enjoy the resulting smoothness, and it would last far longer than a shave. She made it clear, however, that she wasn’t promising to keep her mound naked for the indefinite future. In other words, I should enjoy it while it lasted.
I’ve enjoyed my anniversary gift every night this week. Everything that was great about Jessica’s short trim is fantastically better with her Venus mound totally hairless. I don’t know how long it will last, but so far there hasn’t been even a hint of a hair growing back. And, of course, I will still be privileged to shave Jessica’s pussy area on a regular basis. Needless to say, I’m one very lucky guy.
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