I was speechless. I closed the door quietly behind me and stood there gazing open-mouthed at this delightful exhibition. The girls were so engrossed in their love scene that they didn't notice I was standing there. Daisy's large, full tits were swaying in rhythm with the soft, lilting Indian sitar music coming from the stereo, and both of them were moaning like Buddhist monks as they licked and tongued each other.
It wasn't until they switched positions that they saw me, and both of them started to scream. I held up my hands to calm them. Still feeling the effects of the hash, I blurted out, “Wait. Don't be uptight, girls, okay? There's something really sexy about seeing two female lovers who know just what pleases them, especially when they're being as tender and loving as you two are, you know?”
That must have been the right thing to say—or maybe it was just that they were high, too. They smiled at me beatifically. Shelley held out her hand to me and I moved to join them on the bed. The two of them removed my clothes. Back then I never wore underwear, and so I was naked in seconds. I ate both of them like I was a starving refugee, and they devoured me, too. I was grateful I had taken a shower earlier, as Daisy tongued my hairy asshole while Shelley took my dick down her throat.
We spent the rest of the night together. I had forgotten all about the woman on the phone. I guess she finally got tired of waiting for Daisy to come speak to her, because there was nobody on the line when I snuck back to my couch at dawn.
I'd never forgotten that memorable night, and as I said, I had reason to revisit it recently when the most amazing thing happened. I was shopping at a nearby mall when I heard someone call my name. It was Daisy! A little older, of course, but every bit as attractive and sexy as she had been thirty years ago. We embraced, then talked for a minute or two, until we were joined by another lady who had just emerged from one of the shops.
“Remember Shelley?” Daisy asked me, with a twinkle in her eye. Seeing my surprise, she added, “Oh, Shelley divorced that cousin of yours a long time ago, didn't you know?”
Shelley threw her arms around me and kissed me with a wonderfully warm open mouth. “How lovely it is to see you again after all these years!” she murmured quietly in my ear. “Won't you come over to our place and join us for dinner tonight?”
Aw, Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, laughing as I slipped my phone number into her hand. Here we go again!—Name and address withheld
HE'S CRAZY ABOUT BATHING BEAUTIES—AND HE LIKES TO BATHE THEM HIMSELF
Adam and Karen were their names, and they were a gorgeous young couple who had answered my ad. I've read many times in your magazine about couples who advertise for a third person to join them for some sexy fun and games. I had decided to reverse the process and advertise for couples to play with. That seemed like a good idea, especially since the kind of games I like to play are not to everybody's taste. No, I'm not a sadist or a bondage enthusiast. My particular kink doesn't involve pain at all. My need is to find couples whom I can take care of and pamper, by way of bathing, shampooing, powdering and giving a relaxing massage.
It may not be too surprising then that, having detailed my desires in my ad, the response I got wasn't overwhelming. But when I'd just about given up, I got a call from Adam, who said that he and his wife had found my ad intriguing. After a bit of exploratory questioning, he made an appointment to get together with me so we could talk about maybe sharing an adventure. We met and set up a date.
Adam turned out to be a tall, good-looking, athletic man of about thirty. It seemed that his major interest when it came to threesomes was watching his wife enjoying herself with whoever the third person was. That was all right with me. Karen was a slender but curvaceous brunette in her mid-twenties, and as attractive a girl as I had seen since my wife and I had stopped doing swap scenes about eight years before.
Karen, however, was not about to let her husband just sit back and watch. The first thing she did was to yank down the sweatpants he was wearing, revealing the uncut cock popping up over the elastic waistband of his blue jockey briefs. There was already a trickle of precome oozing from the tip and sliding down over his foreskin. Karen pulled his briefs down too, and as she bent over she licked the pre-come from his cock, ending her action with a quick kiss on the tip. Then she straightened up and turned around to me, letting me know she was ready for whatever I wanted to do.
I pulled my eyes away from Adam's huge dick and told her that I wanted to start by washing her hair. I began this process by removing her knit pullover shirt, leaving her in one of those slinky Lycra and lace bras and a pair of very short shorts. Karen's bra had to go, too, since it obviously wouldn't do to get it all wet. After that I bent her over a plastic basin, first laying a towel over the edge so her breasts wouldn't get chilled.
Karen's hair was of moderate length and easy to wash. I used plenty of shampoo, and it thrilled me when I heard her moan with pleasure as I lathered up her scalp. When I bent her head into the basin to rinse her off, she pushed her ass back against me, brushing it teasingly back and forth across my crotch. My cock was stiff and throbbing, and I heard Karen catch her breath as she twisted her backside against it. With her head still bent into the basin, I found the buttons on her shorts and pushed them down. Her thong panties remained in place, but I marveled at the shapeliness of her firm, round buttocks.
Once the rinse was complete, Karen stood up and turned around so I could towel her hair dry. She giggled when the end of the towel brushed against an erect nipple and let out a gasp when I bent down to put my mouth over the other one. She dropped her hand to the bulge in my pants and squeezed it appreciatively. I heard Adam moan, and looked over to see him slowly stroking his big, straining dick.
“I'd like to bathe you now,” I told Karen. Actually I would have liked to bathe both of them, one at a time or together, since that's what really rings my chimes, but I wasn't sure that Adam actually wanted to do anything but watch the two of us.
“In a minute,” Karen said, flashing a smile at her husband as she squatted down and opened the zipper of my pants. My raging member pushed through as if it had a mind of its own. Karen licked the liquid off the tip as she had with Adam, and then opened her mouth and took it all the way in.
“Oh God, she's good!” Adam said, stroking his cock faster. I thought I was the one who should be saying that, but he was certainly right. She was great, and I had to make a strong effort not to come in her mouth when she swallowed my cock.
After a few minutes I pulled her to her feet and removed her thong panties. Her crotch was completely hairless, and her clit was standing out like a little cock. I bent down and used my lips and tongue to fully worship it. Soon enough I felt Karen's fingernails flutter across my shoulder blades as she shuddered through a small but obviously powerful climax.
Finally I was able to start running a tub for her. As it was filling up she undressed me completely, then she did the same for her husband. The two of them embraced and kissed deeply, but Adam pulled away from her before the sensation of her squirming body could bring him to climax.
It made my heart beat wildly to see Karen stepping into the tub and immersing herself in the warm water. I knelt by the side of the tub and used a bar of scented soap and a soft cloth to wash her gorgeous body. I lathered her up all over. Her nipples were hard the whole time, as was my prick. When I used the washcloth between her legs, she groaned and came again.
She smiled at me then with dreamy satisfaction. “Why don't you get in with me?” she invited.
“Yes,” Adam said from his spot in the corner. “Get in the tub with her, please.” He moved closer to us as I did so, his cock standing up like the prow of a Viking ship.
The bathtub was large enough to hold us both easily. Karen reached for my cock as I settled in opposite her, and then she moved forward to straddle me, guiding my prick inside her.
“Yes!” Adam said again. He was standing over us, his hand once again pumping his member. I could have taken it in my mouth by turning my
head, and I was very tempted to do so, but Karen beat me to it. She began to suck him off at the same time that she began to move up and down on my dick, fucking us both with the same rhythm.
The water sloshed around us as she rose and fell, slowly at first and then more rapidly. Adam was getting splashed, but it didn't seem to bother him. Karen's mouth took him in all the way again and again and again, while her squirming body continued to bob up and down on my prick. I got my hands between us and grabbed hold of her slippery breasts, feeling the rigid nipples sliding against my palms. Then I heard Adam cry out as he shot his load into his wife's mouth. Karen swallowed it all, and when he pulled away from her I quickly pulled her head to me and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her panting mouth and probing it thoroughly, tasting the rest of Adam's jism and relishing the salty flavor.
A moan escaped Karen's lips as she screwed me in the water. Adam had gone back to his original position, but soon he spoke up with his next request. “Give it to her in the ass,” he said to me.
“Oh yes, fuck my ass!” Karen breathed. And with that she turned around in the tub, getting up on her hands and knees. Her breasts dangled into the water but her ass stuck up, round and firm and shiny. I stood up behind her. The hard porcelain surface of the tub was pretty rough on my knees, but by that time I didn't care. The wetness made her asshole slippery, and I used the soap to lubricate my cock, so it wasn't difficult to penetrate her.
Karen gasped as I pushed into her back passage. The water sloshed again as she began to rock her body back and forth, urging me further inside. I reached around to grasp her breasts as I slowly buried my prick in that narrow, squirming tunnel. Adam was again stroking himself as he watched. Karen was hanging on to the end of the tub, and the water was splashing everywhere as I began to fuck her more furiously. Her once subtle moans became loud, unrestrained cries of total pleasure, increasing in volume until she finally gave out a full-throated scream. Her body spasmed and twisted with an orgasm that put her previous climaxes to shame. Hearing the cries she let forth turned out to be more than I could handle. A moment later I was shooting everything I had into her writhing ass.
Little curlicues of white jism floated to the surface of the water when I slid my softening dick out of Karen's asshole. I used the cloth to clean off her crotch and then my own, and before we even got out of the water the three of us had agreed to meet again the following week. And rest assured, next time I'm going to get Adam into that tub if it kills me!—I.W., Little Rock, Arkansas
HE SERVICES TWO SEXY NEIGHBORS AND GETS HIS GIRLFRIEND TO JOIN IN
It all started one morning as I was taking my daily jog. Passing the house of Clarissa, my attractive, single hot neighbor lady, I looked through her front window as usual, hoping to catch a glimpse of her in one of the skimpy shorts-and-halter outfits she often wears. That time, to my great surprise, she was pressed up against the window, and she was stark naked! While I stared at her in amazement, she motioned for me to come up to the door.
The gorgeous dark-haired lady let me in, doing nothing to hide her lovely 36-23-26 body. She told me she had been fingerfucking herself while thinking about me, which was nice because I had wanted to taste her pussy since the day she moved into the neighborhood. At that moment her nicely toned body was creating a large bulge in my running shorts.
I knew that Clarissa lived with a blond girl named Rita, who was also hot as hell. But she didn't seem to be around right then, so I didn't waste any time worrying about her. I stripped off my jogging suit, and when Clarissa and I were both completely nude, she got down on her knees and started sucking me. She sucked on my prick for a long time, and when I came she swallowed it all down, obviously loving the taste.
Clarissa continued to suck me till she got my prick hard again. Then I joined her on the floor and gave her a long, deep kiss. I nuzzled her large, firm tits and made my way down to her box, which was wet and ready. I ate her out until she began moaning and begging for me to screw her hard. I pushed my prick inside her and began fucking her pussy. Her hips rocked back and forth as I plunged in and out of her hungry cunt. Finally she had an orgasm, and I followed, shooting a heavy load up inside her twat.
As soon as we finished coming we heard the sound of somebody breathing hard. I looked up, startled, and there was Clarissa's roommate Rita, watching us and rubbing her crotch. She walked over to Clarissa, bent down and gave her a kiss, then started kissing her body. I watched breathlessly as the blond Rita went down on her darker roommate. Clarissa's groans and her squirming, bucking body made my cock grow hard yet again.
Rita's ass stuck up toward me, and I couldn't resist. I stuck my dick, still wet and slick from Clarissa's pussy, up against her asshole. Rita moaned and pushed back at me, so I slowly slipped my prick into her passage. I fucked the blond woman that way while she went on eating Clarissa's pussy. It really turned me on to make love with such two hot-looking women at one time. After I shot my load in Rita's ass, she lay down and let Clarissa eat her. I was too worn out to do anything but watch at that point, but later on the two of them took turns sucking on my cock until I was ready again. I stayed there all day long, and the three of us did everything we could think of.
That night I was supposed to go out with my girlfriend Irene. I called her and asked her to come over to Clarissa's house instead. You should have seen her face when Clarissa, Rita and I all answered the door, stark naked. She was shocked at first to find me that way with two other women, but once she got over it she didn't have any hesitation about taking off her clothes and catching up with us.
Soon Clarissa and Rita's apartment smelled like pussy and come, and Irene was as turned on as I was by making love to two other women. Since then we visit each other frequently. But now the girls are talking about getting a couple more guys to join in. Oh well, I guess I couldn't have them all to myself forever.—L.K., Sandusky, Ohio
HER DIAMOND STUD BROUGHT IN A ROOKIE PAL FOR SOME REALLY GRAND SLAMMING
In my second year of college I was dating a guy named Brad who was on the college baseball team. We were both very sexually active and met for that purpose almost daily. We just couldn't get enough of each other, and we spent many nights in each other's arms. Since I was living in a sorority house, we had to use his dorm room, which sported a large double bed where we could really spread out and get comfortable.
At one point a friend of Brad's from his hometown came to stay with him for a week or so. For a couple of days I didn't see much of my lover. On the third day he called and asked me to come over to his place later that night, after his friend had gone to sleep. Since we hadn't fucked too much, I was very hungry for sex and I agreed, arriving just before midnight.
His friend, Vic, seemed to be asleep at the far end of the big bed. A small lamp on the desk cast a low, intimate glow across the room. Brad and I were so hot for each other that we almost literally ripped our clothes off, fell into bed next to Vic and screwed intensely.
As our second wave of passion swelled to glorious heights, I noticed that his friend Vic had turned over and was watching us through half-opened eyes. Wordlessly, I managed to call Brad's attention to what I had discovered.
He just smiled, then turned and whispered to his friend, “You see what I have to put up with.”
Vic lay there without saying anything, but even in the dimly lit room, I could see that his face was red. I was embarrassed at first, too. Then I started feeling amused, even excited by the situation.
“Do you like him?” Brad asked me.
Before I could answer, or fathom his intentions, he went on. “Vic's a virgin, you know. He's the shy type, and he's never had a woman. Does that turn you on, baby?”
I knew then that he had set this up, thinking I might initiate his friend while he watched. But he was leaving it up to me. Then I was really excited. I put my hand on Vic's hot face, then took his hand and placed it on my breast. I slowly pulled the cover off him and stroked his body, my hand moving closer and closer to his
virgin groin.
Brad propped his head up and watched us. His friend's hand on my tit inflamed me fiercely. I was so hot and ready. There I was with two really good-looking guys, one of whom was still a virgin. I thought for a second and decided that it would be an exquisite pleasure to break him in.
I helped Vic out of his T-shirt and shorts, admiring his smooth, muscular body. My hands wandered all over him, still avoiding the center of his sex. His penis was big and hard, wet with pre-come and pulsating in anticipation. When I finally touched his shaft and glided my hand over it, Vic convulsed and ejaculated in great spurts.
I bent over him and licked him clean, and he became hard again almost instantly. I then started to blow him for a few moments, pulling my mouth away when I thought he would lose control.
I spread my legs wide open and asked him to touch me. He trembled and gingerly, tentatively put his hand on my pussy. Even Brad leaned over so he could take a look at the erotic landscape. He poked into me from behind, but after a few jabs I moved away from him, pushed Vic onto his back, knelt over him and guided his cock into my cunt.
I moaned loudly as I sank down on him. He began to buck, and his powerful upward thrusts gave me goose-bumps. I touched my clit and came wildly. I asked him to hold still for a while. When I was ready again, I lay down on him and we rolled over. He fucked me with great vigor and soon climaxed.
“Move over, buddy,” Brad groaned. He entered me, and I moaned in pleasure at the familiar sensation of his cock inside me. He pounded at me with all his strength. His pelvis hit my clitoris with just the right combination of pressure and speed until we both cried out in orgasmic delight.
By the time the three of us finished up, the bedsheet was wet with their semen and my juices, and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of raw, raunchy sex. It intoxicated all of us. The guys recovered quickly, and our love games continued.
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