“Oh, my God, it looks like someone’s really ready for this,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes,” was all I could say. As obviously aroused as she was, she still seemed to be calmer than I was.
“What do you want to do to me?” she said, smiling.
“I’ll show you,” I said, and I reached out, grabbed her skimpy bra, and pulled it off her. I was surprised at how easily it came off. I reached for her ass, pulling her toward me, then slowly licked her nipples. I then grabbed the front of her panties and yanked at them. They came off as easily as her bra had. Perhaps, I thought, she had planned this from the start. But I didn’t care, because she wanted me and I wanted her.
I turned her around so her back was toward me and bent her over a nearby table. She spread her legs for me and I slowly inserted my erect manhood into her river of love. She let out a long moan as I ever so slowly slid it inside her. “Ohh, yesss!” she panted. “Do it to me, baby, fuck me!”
Her moans soon turned into groans, and then shouts, as I proceeded to do so, moving in and out of her with a slow, hypnotic motion. As her eyes rolled back in her head and her back began to arch, I moved faster. It was amazing to me that as I went on her pussy seemed to grow tighter instead of looser. It felt wonderful, and I thrust still faster, faster and harder, as she cried out for more.
“Oh, yes, shit, fuck me hard, you motherfucker!” she gasped out. “Oh, God, yes, fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me. Make me your bitch!”
I was pounding her as hard as I possibly could, so hard that the table began to move on the carpeted floor. I was trying to hold on, but I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Then, just as I was about to climax, she screamed: “HOLY SHIT!”
Her whole body convulsed, bucking all over the table, and her juices flowed so copiously that it felt as if someone had poured warm water on me. It was a sensation I will never forget. She was still coming as I spurted my jism like a machine gun into her squirming pussy.
After catching our breath we gathered up our clothing and got dressed. Helen asked me not to mention what had happened to anyone, and I promised I wouldn’t. And for whatever reason, it never happened again. Six months later Helen married her boyfriend and quit her job.
Sometimes now, when I’m alone at work, I find myself closing my eyes and thinking back to that night. Remembering the sight of her supple body, how good she smelled, how soft her skin felt. And how good her embrace made me feel.
But hell, thinking about that stuff only makes my dick hard, and the fact is that none of the other maids around here are worth so much as a second glance.
Oh, well, there’s always the TV.
—S.R., Lake Placid, New York
Her Boobs May Have Been Fake, but Her Lust for Him Was Real
I am a single 27-year-old black man, and I work for a fairly large cable supplier, traveling all over the state setting up cable service for people.
Several weeks ago I had a service call close to home, the assignment being to run some new lines to a private residence. When I got to the place a nice-looking housewife with curly brown shoulder-length hair greeted me at the door. She was about five-feet-six and maybe 110 pounds, and looked to be in her mid-40s. She introduced herself as Nora. She was wearing a red top and blue jeans, and she looked pretty good. I could tell from the way she looked at me that this could be an interesting day.
Nora showed me where the lines were to go, and I got to work. We made small talk as I worked, and I learned that her husband was away for a few days on a sales trip, which was something that often happened. Nora said that she got pretty lonely sometimes, especially since their son was away at college. I said that it must be rough, but since I’m single and live alone, I couldn’t really put myself in her place.
At one point Nora disappeared for a while, and I went on working. Eventually she began talking to me from another room, asking me some pretty intimate questions, such as did I like older women, and had I ever been with a white woman, things like that. I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, and I sure as hell didn’t have any objections.
When I had completed my task, I called out to let her know I was finished as I started packing up. At that point she asked me to come into the room where she was—which, naturally, turned out to be the master bedroom.
I wasn’t really too surprised to see that she had changed clothes. She stood there wearing a thin black teddy and black thigh-high stockings, and she looked very good. Her body was still pretty sexy, even though I could see that her tits weren’t natural; she had to have had a boob job to get them as round and firm as they were. They weren’t big, but they were very nice, and they stood up and out, with stiff pink nipples at the tips. Her ass was nice and round, too, just the way I like them.
When she saw me checking her out she smiled and said, “It looks like you like what you see.”
“Oh, yeah, baby, I sure do,” was my reply. Then I began undressing as she sat on the bed and watched me. Her eyes got wide when she saw my stiff cock, which is a good eight inches long and also pretty thick.
As she watched she swung her legs apart and began rubbing her cunt, which was covered with dark brown hair. I walked over to her as she sat rubbing her pussy and offered her my cock. As she quickly took it in her hands, I took over the rubbing of her sweet pussy. She was very wet.
She began to suck me, and it felt pretty good. She had to struggle a little to get my dick in her mouth, but she did manage to take most of it. By then I had two fingers busily stroking in and out of her tight cunt. She moaned around my cock as with my free hand I pulled the shoulder straps from her shoulders and lowered the top of her teddy to reveal her very round breasts. I leaned down to suck her nipples as I went on fingering her pussy. This drove her wild, and she climaxed quickly.
Now I just had to taste her married pussy. I got on the bed with her and dove between her nylon-covered thighs. Her pussy was very wet and tasted pretty good. I ate her out, tongue-fucking her and fingering her at the same time, and soon brought her to another gasping climax.
Together we removed her teddy, and she was left wearing only the black stockings. Then she lay back and spread her legs as I proceeded to mount her. I rubbed my cockhead over her lips to get it nice and wet, then I eased the knob inside her. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Then as I slid further into her, stretching her vaginal walls, she gasped and moaned several times, her eyes growing almost as wide as her mouth. I sank about halfway into her and then stopped, letting her adjust a little.
When I asked if she was ready for more she nodded, and I sank the rest of me inside her to the hilt. More moaning and panting came from her mouth. I began to fuck her slowly, holding on to her round tits as I did so. As my pace picked up so did the sounds she was making, which soon turned into yells and screams of lust. I looked down at her flat white tummy and dark pubic hair, and just as she came again I went over the top and shot my load inside her. Her vaginal muscles continued to milk my dick even after I collapsed on top of her.
We kissed for a while, and then I went to her bathroom to wash my face and get a drink. When I came back she was still panting a little, lying there with my sperm running out of her stretched pussy.
She turned over to lie on her stomach as I walked around the bed. She looked up at me with a smile as she told me it had been incredible. I thanked her, and as I looked down at her I felt my cock growing again. Nora saw it, too, and kind of wriggled her ass at me.
With that I got on the bed behind her and pulled her up into a doggie position. She did have a lovely round ass, and it looked so good just then that I had to do her that way. I lined my cock up with her cunt and slid into her with one firm stroke that made her gasp. This time I gripped her hips and banged her hard as she nearly yelled the walls down. It wasn’t long before I shot my second load inside her, then pulled out to wipe the excess all over her round ass.
As I got dressed to leave, Nora said she’d have to think of a reason to have me bac
k again. I told her I’d be happy to serve her at any time, and then I left.
True to her word, the next week I had another service call to her house, which ended with me doing her doggie-style again. I haven’t heard anything from her since then, but I suspect it’s only a matter of time.
—J.N., Augusta, Georgia
She Was No Spring Chicken, but She Still Had Plenty of Spring
I am a 26-year-old civil engineer, and my wife and I still live in our hometown, just a few blocks away from the house where I grew up, and in which my mother still lives. A few months ago, my mom’s 51-year-old friend Dot, who had been having marital problems, went to stay with her for a few weeks.
On the first night Dot was there I stopped by my mom’s house to visit, and my mom introduced us. Mom had an appointment the next night, so she asked if I’d stop by to keep Dot company while she was gone, and I said sure.
The next night after work I swung by the house as I’d said I would, and I got a real surprise. Instead of the rather boring mature-lady clothes she’d had on the previous night, Dot was now wearing a very low-cut blouse, a black lace bra, a short black skirt, and black stockings. Although normally a plain-looking woman, she now wore makeup, and her long hair was down instead of up. She looked very sexy, even for a very slightly plump 51-year-old grandmother of three.
She’d been drinking wine, and she offered me some as she sat on the couch with her legs crossed. I sat and drank with her, my excitement—among other things—growing rapidly. I soon made up my mind that if she gave me the chance I would fuck her right there on the couch.
Every so often, as we talked and laughed, Dot would place a hand on my thigh, so I began to reciprocate, placing my hand on her nylon-clad leg. Soon I was rubbing her thigh, thrilled at the feel of her nylon stocking. Her ample cleavage also had my attention, as she leaned forward now and then to give me a good view.
I had progressed to caressing the bare skin above her stocking top when she leaned in to kiss me. We shared a lingering kiss, and she uncrossed her legs so that my hand could travel higher, which it did. Now I was rubbing the wet crotch of her panties, and she moaned appreciatively. She unsnapped her blouse then, and I was treated to the sight of her big tits, contained in her black lace bra. I pulled her panty crotch aside to reveal her very hairy bush and thick pussy lips as my finger slid into her.
I leaned in to kiss her boobs, listening to her moan while I fingered her deeply with two fingers. She took off her blouse and bra, baring her large tits, and I sucked eagerly on her nipples like a nursing baby.
After a while I got down on the floor between her legs and kissed my way to her mature cunt. I pushed my pants down as I did so, exposing my hard cock in the process. After eating her pussy for a short time, I stopped and removed her panties completely, then parted her legs and quickly slid my cock inside her.
She was warm and soft, although not very tight, but that didn’t matter. I held her legs up and banged away. Dot was a very loud fuck, and her groans and cries echoed in my ears as I thrust at her. I pulled out after a while and got her up and turned around, kneeling on the couch in a modified doggie position. After playing with her ass and cunt from behind, I re-entered her pussy and fucked her again. I fucked her and fucked her, but I couldn’t get off, so I decided to take a chance. Without a word I pulled out of her pussy and brought my cock to her ass.
She made a sound of surprise as she realized my intent, but by then I was already sliding into her. Moaning loudly, she begged me to go slow and be gentle, so I did. Still, I got into her ass more easily than I had expected, and then I was fucking her. Her ass was very tight, and I knew I would be able to come that way, so I held her hips and banged away, eventually shooting my load up her backside.
We rested awhile, and then started fucking again. But I still couldn’t come in her cunt, so I pulled out and jerked off until I came all over her hairy bush.
When my mother got home she asked us if we’d had a nice visit, and we both said yes.
During the rest of her stay, Dot and I fucked every chance we got. Two nights before she was supposed to leave I was getting ready to go over to my mom’s when the doorbell rang. It was my friends Alan, Ray, and Gary. They wanted me to go out drinking with them, but I told them I was going over to my mother’s house, and that I would meet them later that night at the bar.
My mother was in the habit of going to bed early, and once she was asleep, Dot and I would usually fuck up a storm. But that night I got a wild idea, and I told Dot to get dressed up, because we were going out. She put on a black skirt, a floral blouse, and stockings, and we went out to the bar.
My buddies were surprised to see me with Dot, but they didn’t make a big deal of it. As the night wore on they got friendlier, and even danced with Dot. She had the time of her life, and when the night was over we all headed back to my mother’s house to have more fun. I stopped at a liquor store on the way to pick up some booze, and there I ran into two more friends of mine, Zeke and George, and I invited them along, too.
Back at the house we all got totally plastered, and as you probably guessed, Dot got lots of attention. Of course one thing led to another, and at one point, when I came out of the bathroom, there was Dot, her legs spread, making out with Alan and stroking Gary’s hard dick with one hand and Zeke’s with the other, while she sucked on George’s cock.
From there it turned into an all-out gang bang, and it was a good thing my mother was a heavy sleeper! We each drilled all of Dot’s holes, sometimes two or three at once. Dot took load after load, and was soon covered in sweat and come. We fucked her till she was so exhausted she could barely even walk, but she was totally happy and satisfied.
After that, instead of going back home, Dot decided to move to our town, and now my friends and I are able to take full advantage of her desire to indulge herself in as much sexual adventure as possible. Dot couldn’t be happier, and neither could we.
As for my mom—she still doesn’t suspect a thing.
—Name and address withheld
His Wife’s Best Friend Always Turned Him Off—Until She Didn’t
I work the afternoon shift at a steel mill, keeping all the equipment running smoothly. My wife, Alice, works in the same place, keeping the books, but she works the morning shift and gets home long before me. So when she told me one morning that her best friend Stella, who lives in another state, would be coming on Tuesday to stay with us for a few days, I figured the two of them would already be pretty lit by the time I got home Tuesday night.
Alice and Stella have been friends from childhood, but they are as different as night and day. Alice is a petite, five-foot-four-inch brunette, with pert little titties and a tiny round ass that catches the attention of all the men. In fact, several of the guys at work have let me know that if I ever need any help satisfying my wife, they will be glad to lend a hand. Stella is a lot bigger than Alice. She is a redhead, about five-feet-ten, and is actually kind of chubby, but she has nicely shaped legs and a pretty face. But the first thing you notice when you meet Stella is her huge boobs. You forget all about her being a little heavy when you see those big round titties—at least I do.
But the differences go deeper than that. Alice is a kind and generous person, whereas Stella is kind of selfish. Alice is fairly reserved, and Stella is outspoken, even arrogant. My wife always said that she wished I got along better with her friend, but I could never feel very warm toward her. Until that night, anyway.
As I suspected, when I got home the girls were already buzzed. Stella had brought a joint, and was waiting for me to get home to smoke it. As she lit it up I grabbed a glass of wine. I drank it pretty quickly, hoping to catch up with them, and poured a second glass to take with me into the bathroom while I showered. I had a third while I ate a light supper. By the time I got back to the living room with my fourth glass, the girls were giggling. I sat down with them, and we all talked and drank for a while.
It was about one in the morning
when we decided to call it a night. Stella started to make up her bed on the couch, while Alice went to brush her teeth. As I waited for my turn in the bathroom, I stood drinking my wine and watching Stella’s tits straining to break through the thin fabric of her top as she worked. Alice came back in on her way to the bedroom. She kissed me and rubbed my cock through my pants, telling me not to keep her waiting too long.
As Alice went out I looked at Stella and caught her staring at the bulge in my pants. I noticed that her nipples were stiffening, their shapes starting to protrude against her shirt. She made eye contact with me then, and started to blush. But I just gave her a big smile, drained my glass, and went to brush my teeth.
By the time I got to the bedroom, Alice was already snoring softly. I considered just climbing on and helping myself, but that didn’t seem very enticing. So after taking off my clothes I lay down beside her and started thinking about Stella and her big tits. Pretty soon I found myself slowly stroking my hardening cock as I pictured them.
Suddenly I heard a soft moan come from the living room. I stopped stroking myself and strained to listen. Another, louder moan made me slip quietly out of bed, make my way across the room, and open the bedroom door. After a pause I crept into the living room and waited for my eyes to adjust in the faint light peeking through the curtain from the streetlight in front of the house.
I could just make out Stella lying on the couch, with her shapely legs spread wide. She had one foot up on the back of the couch and the other on the floor. She was holding the crotch of her panties aside with one hand, while the other was rubbing her pussy in little circles.
Quietly I took a step closer in the dim light. My hand found my cock again and began to stroke it as I watched her rub her wet cunt. “Oh, Ryan,” she whispered, as she slid two fingers up inside herself. I almost gasped. Ryan is my name.
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