And though women who suck cock are hardly uncommon, those who not only swallow but actually get seriously turned on by it are—in my experience at least—somewhat fewer and farther between.
I must confess that in all my life I have never encountered so come-hungry a girl as Sela. The act of cocksucking not only made her instantly wet, it wasn't uncommon for her to climax while sucking me off, even when she wasn't fingering herself at the same time.
In light of her passion for liquid love, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised by the request she eventually made. During one long-distance phone call prior to her moving cross-country to be with me, our dirty talk shifted to a discussion of porno movies. I made passing mention of how frequently in these films men ejaculated on women after fucking them. I said that I frankly always found the ecstatic reaction of the actresses to this procedure amusingly unlikely.
To my surprise, Sela asked me if I'd ever done this to a girl. I admitted honestly that it had never even occurred to me. But from her tone as the discussion continued, I quickly realized that Sela was authentically turned on by the idea. I admit I was a bit shocked at this but, realizing that this seemed to be to her liking, I told her what I always tell a woman in such a circumstance—that if it turned her on, I wouldn't hesitate.
She immediately confessed that she loved the idea of a man coming on her. Indeed, she often fantasized expressly about having a lover stroke himself off on her but had found few men she felt she could even talk to about it. As we discussed it in more detail, she revealed that she especially enjoyed it when a man spattered his spoo onto her tits and belly.
Our next get-together was moving Sela and her belongings out to the gulf coast to live with me. A good portion of that trip was spent talking about the sex we'd have at the next stop, her reading Penthouse Letters and me getting my shaft licked as I drove the moving van. One of the letters she read aloud on the trip involved a man coming all over his girlfriend to their great mutual delight. Sela reminded me of my promise to do the same to her. I assured her that I was eager to please her in this manner. As she continued reading however, the man in the letter went further. After pulsing his load onto his girlfriend's stomach and tits, he then began slowly licking up his own cream.
When Sela finished reading this she stopped for several moments. Finally she asked in an uncharacteristically timid voice, “You'd never do anything like that, would you?” My heart literally started pounding. Knowing the turns of her kinky nature pretty well by now, I had half-suspected she might breach this very subject and had had time to mentally prepare. I wasn't sure if I could or not, but the way she asked left no doubt in my mind that she wanted me to.
I confessed that I had difficulty with the idea, but I reaffirmed that I'd do anything that turned her on, and I asked her frankly if she wanted me to do it. She answered that the very thought drove her crazy, but that she'd been afraid to ask any man before me. That was all I needed to hear. Now I was committed.
I had, of course, tasted my own come many times before. I always kissed her passionately after she sucked me off. It had always seemed rude to act phobic about my own cream in light of the quarts of the stuff she'd swallowed over the course of our relationship. And once on a trip with her to New Orleans, after an early morning fuck session that was followed by a nap, upon our waking again I began licking my way down her body. As I approached her snatch, she stopped me suddenly, reminding me that I'd come in her earlier.
I hadn't forgotten. It just hadn't seemed to be a problem. I asked her if she was uncomfortable with it. Not only did it not bother her (she'd been concerned it would be a problem for me) she confessed that the idea of me licking her cunt after coming there was a major turn-on—another reason I wasn't totally surprised by her request. After that it became standard practice to eat her out after blowing my load in her love canal.
Still, somehow this was different. We talked through the exact detail of what we would do, and I promised to do it for her that night in the motel. When we stopped we grabbed a sandwich at a convenience store and found a little bar so that I could get sort of drunk. I really wasn't sure if I could lick up my own come, but I figured a solid buzz might help.
I had to keep reminding myself that Sela lapped the stuff up all the time. She often jacked me off and licked my stomach clean while I watched. My boner raged the entire time I was at the bar and on the walk back to the motel because Sela kept telling me how the idea was causing her cunt to burn.
Back in the motel, after some quick exploratory fucking and licking, I laid her flat, propped her head against a pillow, straddled her face, and began fucking her welcoming mouth. I kept telling her in obscure detail what I wanted to do, and the more I did, the more wildly she sucked. Then I pulled my cock out and oiled it up while she licked my balls and slipped her tongue up and down the crack of my ass, periodically squirming deep into my butthole. It was the wildest feeling, enhanced all the more by my stroking and our mutual gasping out the degenerate intentions we had for one another.
Finally I could hold off my coming no longer. I pulled the pillow from behind her head, drew back and, altering the script slightly I said, “Open your mouth again.”
She complied and I blew a stream of hot spoo against her hard palate. Then I drew out and splattered my load onto her gorgeous belly. It was fabulous! I knew I'd never see a come-shot in any porno movie in the same way again. Sela made hungry animal noises as she swallowed the load of white spunk in her mouth.
Meanwhile, I lowered my head to her belly and lapped up the copious strands of jism. I was so turned on and so buzzed that all of my inhibitions were gone. As Sela moaned and squirmed beneath me, I then delivered the streams and spatters of my own come into her mouth.
My boner never fully left, and as I finished up, it entered her cunt and we fucked in writhing fashion as we kissed deeply, swapping our spit and my come back and forth. Sela and I had been so ragingly turned on I never even hesitated long enough to consider that what I was doing would, twenty-four hours earlier, have been difficult for me to imagine enjoying.
And from that time forward, Sela would periodically bring that night up again and ask shyly if I'd shoot my wad onto her and then lick it back up. Sometimes we'd repeat the scenario of that night just for old time's sake. Sometimes I'd jack my wad onto her tits and lick the cream up to those nasty nipples of hers. Then, as she leaned her head forward, I'd lick the spew into her sucking mouth where it belonged. And other times I'd just surprise her and pull out of her at the moment of climax, then splatter her in accordance with my mood at the moment. I'd lick it up and bring my lips to hers, letting it ooze slowly into her mouth. Her enthusiasm for my jism, whether inside or out of her, never seemed to wane.
But all of that represents only one dimension of her delightfully pornographic approach to sex. Once or twice a month she'd request that I grease up and fuck her asshole— another thing I never thought I'd be asked to do by any girl. And a scenario neither of us ever seemed to grow tired of was me tongue-lashing her clit and all around her cunt and ass while fucking her fast and hard with her cock-shaped vibrator while also buzzing her bung with a smaller one using slower twists and thrusts. When her climaxes became completely uncontrollable, I'd swing around—never breaking tongue or vibrator contact—then straddle her face and insert my cock into her eager-to-be-fucked mouth. Now, fucking a lady in all three holes at once while eating her out, topping this off by unloading my wad down her throat, then getting an exhausted “Thank you” and a salt-flavored kiss ... well, that's what I call quality personal time.
Yes, those are just a few of my most cherished memories of my relationship with Sela. This special lady had the ability to make me feel like a porn star virtually every night of the week.
Sweetheart, if you're out there reading this, let me say, “Thank you” one more time. You were—you are—very simply amazing!—D.W., Galveston, Texas
A WIFE ACCEPTS A BIG BIRTHDAY DILDO WITH OPEN LEGS AND A STREAM O
F ORGASMS
After twenty-five years of marriage, my wife and I reached the point where the sex was always successful but somewhat predictable. Grace and I fell into a routine of fucking in two or three different positions during a lovemaking session, with Grace coming three or four times. I usually held out for one big explosion of jism after her last orgasm. That's not a bad routine to have, and few women enjoy as many orgasms as my wife, but a fresh approach can be extraordinarily stimulating.
Neither one of us is in the same shape as we were twenty-five years ago, but Grace still turns me on with her large breasts, big nipples, and a quick responding, extremely wet pussy which gushes when she gets off.
I can't fuck her as many times in a row as I used to, but she still makes my prick rock-hard, and it will stay that way as long as I need it. This is fortunate because Grace comes in waves, sometimes for as long as thirty minutes straight. Her string of orgasms ends only when I can't hold out any longer or she gets tired and tells me to come. I'm usually able to soak her with a flood of hot semen within a minute or two of receiving my “order.”
Sometimes while I'm screwing her, she'll furiously rub her clit until she comes, which always sets me off. Grace is quite fortunate in that she is a multiorgasmic woman and she can come from fucking in almost any position or by having her clit enthusiastically stimulated.
For her birthday I decided to take a chance and get her a vibrating dildo. We had vibrators when we were first married but probably hadn't used one in twenty years. I wasn't sure what her reaction would be but I thought she'd be interested, especially if the dildo was a big one. Over the years Grace has made offhand remarks like, “I like big dicks, somewhat longer than normal and much wider.”
Whenever she would say something to that effect, I always wondered if it meant that before we married she had sex with a guy with a thick cock or if she intuitively knew that wider was better, but I decided not to ask her. If Grace told me she had been pounded by a big dick, I might get jealous even though it would have happened a long time ago. My cock is average in length, wider than normal and fully satisfying, but obviously not the kind of width for which she was hot.
I went to a well-stocked sex shop and spent over thirty minutes in the dildo section. It occurred to me that if I got the right sized dildo-vibrator combination, I could discard the vibrator insert, put the dildo over my own hard-on and fuck my wife with a big fat dick. For Grace it would be like fucking someone else—like the good old days for her when she was doing some major screwing—and for me it would be the fulfillment of every man's fantasy of having a huge cock.
I found a realistically shaped latex dildo that was ten inches long and three inches wide. The dildo was significantly bigger than my own erection and I wasn't sure if Grace could handle it all, or even if she would try, but I bought it along with some lotion.
On her birthday we got in bed and I started warming her up as usual with some serious finger-fucking and clit-rub-bing. It doesn't take much to get her hips pumping. Sometimes she starts coming within a minute or two. I stopped and told her I had a present for her. Given the circumstances, Grace knew it had to be something involving sex. She gasped when she saw it and really didn't know what to say, but one thing she didn't say was, “Get that thing away from me!”
So I figured it was time to see what this big unit could do. I had Grace lube up my prick with lotion, then I squeezed the dildo over my erection and it was a tight fit. With wide eyes she then put lotion all over the dildo, lubing it up and down, and obviously getting hotter by the second. I asked her what position she wanted to try first and she said for me to climb on top and put it in slow.
I slid the large head into her with no problem and held it there while Grace swung her hips back and forth on just the head. After about thirty seconds Grace started to come. I could feel the muscles in her cunt contracting on the dildo.
Then I gave her a slow in-and-out fucking using only half the dildo. She was coming in waves with no end in sight.
After Grace had a particularly intense orgasm, I stopped moving and told her I was now going to fuck her with the whole dildo. At the time she didn't realize that half the humongous toy remained outside of her dripping pussy. I talked to her as I gently eased the big unit into her. When I told her she was taking it all, her eyes rolled up and she had another series of orgasms accompanied by major moaning and swearing, braying, “That's it, that's right, oh fuck me, fuck me, keep fucking me!”
Then she rolled over and told me, “Hurry, hurry, fuck me from behind!”
I was delighted to help her out. As I looked down it was quite a sight. She had her ass in the air as I sank the big dildo into her inch by inch. I teased her and put it in very slowly, but she really was in a hurry and kept leaning back to drive the fat love-toy deeper into her overly juicy pussy. She came a number of times before I told her I had been holding out a couple of inches of the dildo. I asked her if she wanted the rest. She just nodded her head, bit her lip in anticipation, and shoved her ass back onto the tool as far as she could. Then I fucked her slowly with the whole length of the shaft until she had a massive orgasm.
At this point I couldn't stand it any longer. My balls ached from holding back an enormous load of come. Fucking with the dildo on felt good, but I wanted to feel that wet pussy against my own flesh. I took off the dildo, grabbed her rocking hips and continued to fuck her from behind, watching her large breasts bounce, rubbing her nipples with my left hand and rubbing her ass with my right.
Grace's pussy was definitely more accommodating following the big dildo. I was happy with sloppy seconds, but a bit concerned that Grace would be disappointed with my thing after being given such intense stroking by a much larger unit. I decided to do one thing that I hadn't done with the dildo (for fear of accidentally hurting her). I fucked her very hard and very fast. Believe me, this worked!
After Grace had three quick orgasms, I couldn't hold out any longer and sent an amazing load of hot come spewing deep inside her cunt. Totally exhausted after our performance, neither one of us said much except, “Wow.”
My wife votes “Yes” for size, but she doesn't need it all the time. The dildo comes out when either one of us is in the mood. While she hasn't asked if the sex shop has any wider ones, I don't think she'll turn down the opportunity to move up in size.—D.W., Ames, Iowa
Girl Meets Girl
TWO WIVES GET IT ON, ONE HUSBAND IS UP FOR IT, ONE ISN'T—UNTIL HE WATCHES
“Alice wants to fuck me,” my wife said to me one day over breakfast.
“I don't blame her,” I said. “Who's Alice?”
“You remember, we met them the other day at that bar-beque the Wilsons had. Alice and Pete? Pete was the tall one with the beard.”
“Oh yeah. She was blond, right? Curvy, but kind of small tits.”
“That's her. She came right out and said it. Or at least, she asked me if I swung both ways. Because, she said, she was interested in me.”
“So what did you tell her?”
“I told her I'd think about it.”
“Can I watch?” I asked.
“I don't know if she'd go for that. She says Pete doesn't know about her. She says Pete's got a real small cock.”
“I didn't have to know that. Do you want to fuck her? That's the important thing I want to know.”
Lanie shrugged. “Why not? I haven't had a girl for a while, and she's not bad looking. I guess I probably will.”
“Ask her if I can watch,” I said. “Tell her you won't do it unless I watch.”
“I'm not gonna do that,” Lanie said. “If she doesn't want people watching, why should I deprive myself? I can always tell you about it afterward.”
“It's not the same,” I pouted.
“Poor baby,” Lanie said.
A couple of days later I happened to run into Alice in the local Starbucks. Well okay, maybe I contrived to run into her. Anyway, we said hello and we sat together to have our coffee.
“I he
ar you want to sleep with my wife,” I said.
She almost choked. “She told you?”
“We have no secrets,” I said. “What I want to know is if I can watch.”
“Watch?” She was red.
“Yeah. You know. Watch. Observe. Look on. Witness. Attend. Audit. Be—”
“All right!” she snapped. “I know what you mean. No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I'm not a fucking porn star. Are you trying to … is this a threat of some kind?”
“A threat? No. What do you mean?”
“Like, you get to watch or you'll tell my husband?”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “Get that out of your head. I'm not telling anybody.”
“Or if you don't get to watch it doesn't happen?”
“I thought of that,” I admitted. “But Lanie put the kibosh on it. If she wants it to happen, it happens. Period.”
“And does she?”
“It looks that way.”
“Then screw you,” Alice said.
“Well, that would be okay too,” I said with a grin. “But I guess that's not gonna happen either.”
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