It was my turn to remove their shorts. One by one they stood before me while I stripped off those jock hiders. Each cock was like a new toy. All were hard and just the right size—I had no complaints there. Two dicks weren’t circumcised and I couldn’t wait to suck them dry. I lightly sucked each one as a sample and said, “Okay, who goes first?”
Frank had the first draw and the others left the room. I told Frank he could fuck me in any position he wanted, but I wanted it immediately. He grabbed my legs, opened them wide, and then leaned forward. I felt the knob of his dick on my pussy and I raised my hips, ever so slightly, to help him slide inside me. He pounded away at my slit like a madman and I came instantly. His rod exploded after I came, and I felt his cock surge again and again.
I looked between my legs as Frank withdrew his rod, and I watched as his come dripped from my cunt lips. Seeing his juices stream out of me turned me on. Before he left the room, I sucked his cock so I could taste his come mixed with my juices. When we finished, Frank laid me back on the bed, spread my legs, and took a picture of my cunt. I would get a picture after every fuck to share with my husband. After all, he had made this dream a reality.
Hank was next and he immediately put me on all fours and fucked me from behind. He was a hot and powerful fuck. All I could do was moan with pleasure as he grabbed my hips, thrust his hard cock inside me, and held it there—deep in my cunt. Again, I shuddered with excitement as I looked forward to getting filled with yet a second load.
I was hot and horny with thoughts of having three more cocks waiting to fuck me. I hoped that at least one or two dicks would recover so I could get seconds. My appetite for sex increased with each guy. Hank soon added his come to Frank’s juicy deposit and then there were two loads. I licked Hank’s scrumptious cock clean. He took the second picture and I posed on all fours. This was a perfect view plus the camera captured some of the jism oozing down my legs.
Bill was next and I was still on all fours when he graced the threshold. He decided to take me that way as well. I turned around and saw his uncircumcised cock, swollen and pulsating with desire, and I wanted to feel him shoot his wad down my throat. He grabbed my hips and plunged his dipstick all the way inside me. I was so creamy and wet it made his entry easy.
Bill told me I was a sexy, hot piece of ass and that he was aroused by this position. I felt a powerful thrust from him as he held my hips tightly, and I knew the third load was an orgasm away. He came, he withdrew, he took my picture. I felt my cunt drowning in his juices and that was exactly what I wanted. I licked Bill’s cock clean and it hardened again. We seized the opportunity to go another round.
By the time Bryant came back into the bedroom, I had rolled onto my back and closed my legs. He wanted me to open my legs and show him my well-fucked cunt. I was in no mood to argue. I slowly opened my legs and asked if he liked what he saw. He said my crack was full of come and it looked marvelous. Then he moved me in front of the mirror and, for the first time, I saw my cunt after it had received three full loads. My pussy was smeared with come and my crack was filled with it. I was more turned on than I had ever been before.
Bryant asked if I was ready for the fourth load. He put my legs over his shoulders and his cock began pounding away at my pussy. It felt so amazing and within a couple of minutes, I had my fourth load. I was actually tired after that but, I still wanted more dick. I sucked Bryant’s cock clean and I enjoyed the thrill of having sucked so many cocks in one day. I knew I would swallow a load or more from each of them over the next two days.
Last but not least, there was Nick. He was hot, well built and clearly skilled. When he came in, I was still on my back with my legs closed. It’s just sexier to me to have the man ask to see my cunt than to spread eagle first, even if it is a gang bang. It worked because Nick asked to see my pussy. I slowly opened my legs. Nick rolled me over, fucked me from behind, and came after a few strokes. I had done a gang bang with five fucks. I was finally a genuine slut and I loved it.
As Nick pulled out, he asked if I wanted to keep on fucking if any of the guys still had the strength. I assured him that I did. He took the fifth picture and polled the guys about seconds. Hank and the others rushed in. Their cocks still looked great to me. A couple of dicks showed some signs of life, but Hank was the cock ringleader. He smiled and asked if I remembered what he got to do first. Oh boy did I. I was about to get butt-fucked by a stranger.
It’s one thing to watch a couple fuck, but I think it’s something completely different when the female is willing to take it up the ass. It totally changes the dynamics of the room. I felt their excitement build as they waited to watch each other take me up the ass. I was more than ready, so I told Hank, “Show me what you got. Let’s go for it.”
Hank pulled out some K-Y jelly from the nightstand and had me lie facedown on the bed. As I adjusted my position, I reached back and spread my cheeks for him. I had five loads of come leaking from my well-fucked cunt and now, I was going to get a load in my ass. My fantasy was about to be better than I’d hoped.
Hank assured me that he would fuck me the right way because he knew ass fucking could be painful if done wrong. With my butt fully exposed to the gang, Hank greased it and slowly slid a finger in my ass. Once again I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of knowing five guys were waiting to watch me work. Hank carefully pumped my ass until it was time for the big bang. He rolled me over onto my back, put my legs over his shoulders, and lifted my hips. I like anal sex in this position because I can see my husband’s eyes while he fucks me. Now I was about to allow a strange cock up my ass where only my husband had been. Hank pressed the head of his cock against my asshole and slowly applied pressure. My sphincter opened and the head of his cock slid slowly inside my ass. I looked around the room and all eyes were focused on my ass. I almost came from the thrill of exposing myself.
Hank continued to gently press his lubed dick in my ass and soon I had the full length of his cock in me. Bryant adjusted the mirror for me to watch myself and experience the thrill of the action in progress. I got off seeing Hank fuck my ass. Bill photographed us and I was sure my husband would want to fuck me after seeing the pictures.
Hank gently moved his cock in and out in short strokes and I could feel his climax starting. Soon his cock spurted its load deep into my ass. He left his dick in me until it softened and slid out on its own. I was left in a pool of sweat and come and still wanted more.
To finish the evening, the other guys decided they wanted more of me. I had nine loads of come in my cunt and one in my ass. Five strangers had fucked me and four of them witnessed my ass fucking. The weekend was off to a good start with my first crack at a gang bang already a big success.
When I returned home, I showed my husband the pictures. He was so turned on by the shots of my ass-fucking that he took my ass as he listened to me describe everything.
I firmly believe that every woman should do this at least once in her life. It’s a kind of a rite of passage you have to fulfill. Once you liberate your slut within, you’ll be glad you did. I know I am and so is my husband!
—A.F., Fresno, California
HE OFFERED TO CONSOLE HIS COLLEAGUE’S WIDOW WITH MORE THAN TEA & SYMPATHY
Mr. Yee (not his real name) was one of those rich Chinese intellectuals who fled China during the collapse of the nationalist government in 1948. He came to the United States to study, and with the help of his money and influence, he earned a doctorate in economics from one of the more prestigious universities.
He lectured in my department long before I came to the college and had retired by the time I was made chairman. His status as an emeritus faculty member allowed him to keep an office on campus. It was right next to mine, and Yee was often around campus for academic or social reasons. It was rumored that he had left a wife and family back in China and lived as a bachelor during most of his time in the States.
This changed, however, when he neared his seventies. It was then that Yee imported a you
ng mail-order bride. She was young and fairly attractive and it was rumored that she was the cousin or the daughter of a former colleague. Yee still came to social events by himself, probably because his wife had not mastered English. The only time I actually saw her was if we happened to eat in the same Chinese restaurant.
About ten years after the marriage, Mr. Yee died suddenly of a heart attack. The whole campus attended his funeral because he had left a sizable legacy to the college library. I saw the mysterious, grieving widow at the services and offered her my sincere condolences.
About a week or two after Yee’s funeral, I was working late one evening to catch up on some proposals that were overdue. I had worked late many times and was quite used to the sounds the old building produced at night. Then I heard the door to Yee’s office open and the sound of someone moving about. It seemed odd to me so I went to check it out. The door to his office was half open and as I stepped inside, I saw Yee’s young wife going through personal items in his desk and sorting letters he’d left unanswered. We chatted as best as we could considering that her English was very basic. She seemed lost and lonely and so I offered her a cup of tea and my sympathy.
Yee and I had often taken tea together when he was in-house and I knew where he kept the preparations. She looked extremely attractive that evening with her long, waist-length hair folded up high on her head. She wore one of those floor-length Chinese dresses that split up to the hip on one side. I had never seen her dressed like this, but I imagined it was what she wore at home. She had probably come directly here from home and never expected to run into anyone.
What happened next is hard to recall, the details are vague, like in a dream. We were sipping tea and I talked about Yee and how he would be greatly missed. She started to cry. We sat facing each other with our knees about a foot apart and as I stood to comfort her, she also got up from her chair. We collided and as I fell back into my chair, I accidentally pulled her on top of me as I struggled to support myself. I felt like an awkward teenager.
Nevertheless, there she was sitting on my lap with my arms around her shoulders and hers bunched up upon my chest. Rather than pull away, she snuggled in tight and I saw no reason to push her away. The smell of her skin and hair was intoxicating and her small soft body aroused me.
Her dress had opened on the side nearest me so that her entire left leg was bare. When I moved my hand from her shoulder, it seemed natural to place it on her thigh. I looked into her eyes and noticed that she had stopped crying, but was breathing heavily. She stared back at me with those mesmerizing, dark eyes. Our lips touched slowly and we kissed. Her long, thin tongue worked my mouth like a real pro and made my penis swell.
My left hand moved slowly up her exposed thigh and disappeared under her dress where it was welcomed by the outer lips of her vagina. She wore no panties and as I touched her outer lips, they opened like layers of thin, wet petals. They were soft like a flower or a tactile reproduction of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting. Without entering her moist cunt, I pressed my hand against it and pushed my thumb against her. We continued kissing as I gently stroked her. She found the head of my penis as it tried to worm its way up from the crushed position between her buttocks and my stomach. She seemed delighted with her discovery and tightly locked her hand around my eager cock.
It was obvious where we were going with this sudden activity, so I got up and she quickly hopped off my lap and stood beside me. We kissed again and as I leaned towards her, her tongue moved in and out of my mouth making my toes curl and my pecker swell with desire. She unbuttoned her dress and shook it off. I watched it tumble to the floor and she was left wearing a small, silk slip. The slip quickly followed the journey to the floor, revealing a beautifully slender, light brown body. She had small, erect breasts with cherry-pit nipples that stood at attention and pointed skyward.
Before I finished removing my shirt, she got on her knees and pulled my dick out in front of her mouth. “It’s so big,” she said before kissing and sucking it. She moved her hands up the legs of my shorts and cupped my testicles and licked my cock. “So big!” she sighed again. I had always considered my dick to be average, but her response suggested that I had underestimated myself all these years.
I kicked off my pants and shoes and struggled to get my boxers off. I stood there naked except for my socks. I bent down and cupped my hands around her buttocks, picked her up and carried her over to a chair with no armrests. I sat down and lowered her to my thighs. She straddled me, walked her wet cunt up to my penis, lowered herself onto it, and only allowed the head to enter her inner lips. She hardly moved from that raised position until she began to shake from an orgasm. She looked at me and said, “First time.”
Then she made a series of short movements using just the plum-like head to fuck herself. She raised herself up so that only the tip of my penis touched her, and then she slowly pushed down until my dick disappeared inside her inner folds. Then she stood up and ejected the head over and over, until I realized she was teasing my cock.
She began to shake again and locked her legs against my thighs in a more violent release than in her first orgasm. Her diamond-hard nipples scratched at my chest as she pushed her small breasts against me. I had not noticed them in the excitement of the activity. I had buried my head in her neck and mane of hair as I sucked her ears and face.
I felt all sorts of new and different sensations. She lowered herself down another inch and did that dance that grabbed and released my cock, taking only three inches into her tight, velvet-love canal. She gripped me so strongly that I couldn’t force more of my dick into her. I had no intentions of it either because I didn’t want to risk offending her by trying.
She slowly allowed another inch to penetrate her pussy and used that to stimulate herself to her third orgasm. She cried tears of ecstasy as she came in a violent burst releasing her juices all over my testicles. With half my cock still unused, I wondered if she would ever take it all. Then she lifted her feet from the floor and eased down another few inches. I felt the end of my penis graze her cervix and ignite her fourth orgasm.
She held on to me as she shook her way through this intense orgasm and tears rolled down her cheeks. She seemed exhausted yet determined to get the last inch inside her. With each bounce, I felt the tip of my dick slide over her cervix and push hard against the back of her pussy.
I desperately wanted to come, so without breaking contact, I raised her knees towards my chin and spun her around. I cupped her breasts in one hand and stroked her clit with the other as I fucked her from behind. After a few minutes we were ready to come.
As her cunt contracted around my cock, I pulled my dick out and shot my first load onto her ass. She slid to the floor and the second shot hit her back, while the third struck the side of her face and smeared her jet-black hair. I didn’t intend to do that, but it became apparent to me that she wanted my juice in her mouth. She seemed to like it. She sat on the floor, grabbed my cock and sucked out what come was left. I was stunned by her agility and sexual ease. No wonder Yee seemed much happier after she arrived.
This was to be the first of several such sessions in the year that followed. Her English never improved and we had little in common. Mr. Yee had found his secret treasure and she was devoted to him. She was what he needed. He loved her and left her a rich widow, though she would rather have been able to share more of their life together. She eventually moved away, but returned annually for awards presented in her husband’s name.
Over the years, we used those occasions to make love in the manner in which we had first discovered our passion for each other. She had touched me like no other woman I’d ever known. Perhaps it was her combination of lust and rage that she so freely surrendered to me.
We shared our needs off and on for several years until I retired and reluctantly left the college. I continue to hold my memories of her close to my heart.
—M.B., Des Moines, Iowa
HE BET HIS WIFE WOULDN’T GO FOR A BIG BL
ACK DICK, BUT HE REALLY WANTED TO LOSE
We hired a new guy at work three months ago. His name was Cal, a black man in his middle twenties and a real stud, six feet three and about one eighty-five, with a really ripped body. He was new in town and he got assigned to my crew, so we started hanging out after work, and occasionally going to the gym together.
The first time we showered after a workout, I nearly shit when I saw how big his cock was. Even flaccid it was at least nine inches long, and he wasn’t circumcised either; his overhanging foreskin made him seem even larger. He was also shaved clean, with no hair at all on his crotch or his balls, which again made his manhood look bigger still.
I couldn’t help saying something. “Geez, Cal, I bet the ladies really love it when they see that cunt stretcher of yours,” I told him.
“Yeah, they do,” he replied, grinning. “In fact, I have never known a lady who can resist it. Once they see this big black cock, they always want me to fuck them. In fact,” he went on, “I bet I could seduce your wife with no problem at all.”
My wife Jenny is a great-looking thirty-four-year-old, all legs and ass, with long dark hair and a nice firm pair of 34B tits. At first I was a little pissed off at Cal for this arrogant assumption, but then the thought of seeing my wife’s pussy stretched around a big black fat prick began to turn me on, especially since my white, circumcised dick is only an average six inches.
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