Her legs turning to spaghetti by now, she sank down to the floor on all fours. I positioned myself behind her, sliding the full length of my erection into her juicy wet pussy, starting to fuck her at a frantic pace. Beads of sweat ran down her back as she began to contract her pussy around my dick. I was just about to shoot off into that sweet clutching cunt—and then the damnedest thing happened . . . I woke up!
—J.W., Elkton, Maryland
THE WEDDING DINGER
I am a professional photographer specializing in weddings and portraits. My wife assists me at weddings and with the business portion of my work.
One spring night I went to visit a young woman at her apartment to show her some samples of my work, hoping to get an assignment to shoot her upcoming wedding that June. I had talked to her over the telephone a few days earlier and given her prices on the various wedding packages I had to offer. The young lady had invited me to come and show her my samples, and had said that an older friend of hers would also be there to help her decide.
When I arrived at her apartment, Dana, the young bride-to-be, let me in. She was a lovely young lady, twenty-two years old, of medium height, with a gorgeous figure, long dark hair and a wonderful personality. She introduced me to her friend Lorna, who was a handsome woman in her mid-forties, about nine or ten years older than me at the time.
She wore an expensive dress and looked wonderful in it. Like Dana, Lorna was of medium height, and her figure was even better than her young friend’s was. Her hips, buttocks and waist looked as trim as an eighteen-year-old athlete’s. Her full breasts stood up proudly and stretched her blouse as she breathed. Her thighs and calves were emphasized by the high heels she wore. Lorna also had a great personality.
I showed the women samples of my work and went over the prices again, outlining the various packages and explaining that I could customize any plan they wished. After some discussion, Dana said she liked my work and wanted me to do the wedding. She and Lorna decided on my most expensive package, with some added photos. Dana then wrote me a check to retain my services.
Since I had gotten along so well with both women, I asked if they would like to share a drink with me at a nearby lounge. They both said it sounded like fun. I led them to my car and drove to the lounge. We sat in a booth, with Dana on one side facing Lorna and me. We ordered drinks and began talking. I was very aware of Lorna’s thigh touching mine. We talked about the wedding, and then went on to other things. I learned that Lorna was married and that her husband was the CEO of a large electronics firm. The conversation was very enjoyable, and as it went on I somehow found myself holding hands with Lorna under the table.
When a trio began to play, I asked Dana for a dance. She was a very good dancer. After we returned I asked Lorna to dance as well. Lorna felt as if she were made for my arms. She pressed her breasts against my chest and rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck. As we swayed together to the romantic music, my cock began to stir. When she pressed her pelvis into my crotch, it took only a few seconds for my dick to harden and start to pulsate. Instead of backing away she pressed into me even harder.
When the dance was over it was obvious that I had a raging hard-on. Luckily, the dance floor and the room were dimly lit. I let Lorna lead the way back to the booth, trying to conceal my erection. I could only hope Dana didn’t notice. After another drink I paid the check and drove the ladies back to Dana’s apartment.
As I thanked the women for the wedding assignment and said good night, Lorna said she had to leave also, and I offered to walk her to her car. As we made our way to the parking lot I slipped my arm around her waist. When we arrived at Lorna’s car, she told me good night, then pulled me to her and gave me a long wet kiss. When it was over I held on to her and kissed her again, our tongues meeting and caressing each other. When she pulled away she was breathing rapidly. She asked me if I would like to get into her car to talk for a few minutes. Of course I accepted.
Once in the front seat of her Cadillac, Lorna and I fell into each other’s arms and began to kiss and neck as passionately as two teenagers. She positioned the front seat as far back as it would go. I fondled her breasts as I kissed her, then unbuttoned her blouse. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra with one hand. As the bra fell away her breasts snapped to attention. I had thought it was the bra that held them up so firmly, but they didn’t need any help. I leaned forward and sucked the nipple of her right breast, and it hardened under my lips.
“Oh God!” Lorna murmured. I moved to her left breast and sucked it. She was moaning as I eased my hand under her dress and between her thighs. I reached her crotch and rubbed her pussy through her panties as I continued to suck her nipples. She spread her legs as I worked my fingers under her panties and felt her bare pussy. It was unbelievably wet. I gently inserted my middle finger into her and worked it in and out. Then I began to gingerly massage her clit. She was whimpering now.
I had to have her. I had never been this hot before. My dick was so hard I thought it might burst. I wanted to eat her, to love her, to fuck her! I felt for her garter belt and started to unsnap it so I could get her panties off.
“No, not here,” she panted. “If someone sees us I would be ruined. I can’t take that chance.”
“I understand,” I said hoarsely. “Let’s just do this a while longer.” With that I lifted her dress up over her thighs, leaned over, spread her panties to one side and kissed her wet pussy. I stuck my tongue inside and moved it in and out. Her cunt juices were thick and salty. I had never tasted anything more delicious. I flicked my tongue over her clit and gently sucked at her pussy as I swallowed her sweet nectar. I swept my tongue along the length of her slit, from the lower end to the top, where I stopped to suck her clit. After a few minutes Lorna stiffened and began to buck her hips.
“Oh God! I’m coming!” I continued to suck her clit until she came again. After the second time I kissed her swollen pussy lips, then sat up and straightened her panties.
“I don’t remember the last time I came,” she confessed. “My husband very seldom touches me sexually anymore, and when he does it only lasts for a minute or so. I had forgotten how wonderful it is to reach a climax. Thank you.”
I kissed her again. As I did so, Lorna placed her hand on my throbbing cock and squeezed. I thrust my hips toward her. She broke the kiss, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my trousers and unzipped them. I raised my hips to let her pull them down. Next she put her hands in the waistband of my jockey shorts and slid them down as I lifted my butt. My dick slapped against my abdomen as the shorts came off. She took my cock in her warm hand and began to stroke it slowly. My pre-come spilled out of the slit and ran down the head and onto her hand. I put a hand behind her head and gently guided it toward my crotch. She stopped me.
“I’ve never done this before. Never! Not even to my husband.” She then lowered her head and began to lick the shaft of my dick. She moved up to the head and licked the pre-come off. Holding my cock with her hand, she studied it for several seconds. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked hesitantly. She swirled her tongue around and around and then began to move down over the shaft.
My cock is not the longest in the world, but it is quite thick. At first Lorna could only take the head and about two inches of the shaft. But she kept trying. I didn’t doubt that this was the first time she had sucked a man’s cock, but she was getting better at it with each minute. In fact, she was a natural. Soon she was able to take more and more of my dick into her mouth. She massaged my testicles as she sucked and licked. My shaft glistened in the parking-lot lights as her lips slid up and down the length of my penis.
I had never had such an erotic experience! She was a married woman and I was a married man. My pants and shorts were down around my ankles, my legs were spread, and Lorna was sucking my cock in the parking lot of her friend’s apartment building!
I felt the familiar boiling in my loins. My dick began to twitch. I hadn’t thought
it could get any harder, but it did. “Lorna! I’m coming!” I tried to pull her away from my cock because I didn’t think she would want me to come in her mouth.
“Leave it alone!” she directed.
I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and began to come in her mouth. I must have shot at least five strong spurts of come, then several minor squirts, my cock bucking sporadically as it began to soften. Even when it was limp, I could still feel come oozing out of the slit. All the time I was coming, Lorna never took her mouth off my dick. She swallowed every drop.
When my cock stopped oozing she let it slip out of her mouth onto my naked thigh with a soft plop. A string of liquid stretched from her lips to the tip of my penis, and finally broke as she rose to a sitting position. I leaned over and gave her a long kiss. I could taste my own come.
“I’ve got to be going. My husband will wonder where I am,” she said softly.
“Yeah, me too,” I replied.
I pulled up my shorts and pants and fastened them as best I could. After checking to make sure no one was around, I stepped out of the car, then walked around to Lorna’s window, leaned in and kissed her again. She kissed me back. “Thank you,” she said, smiling. “It’s nice to feel I’m still desirable. You made me feel like a woman again.”
“No, beautiful lady,” I replied. “Thank you! You boosted my ego big time!” I kissed her one more time before she started up the car and drove away.
I didn’t see her again until the night of the wedding, when we both acted as if nothing had happened. Dana was a beautiful bride. Lorna and Ron, her husband, were the perfect older couple. I was the professional photographer. My wife was a charming assistant. The wedding was something out of a movie. Everything was great.
Two weeks later, I delivered the wedding photos to Lorna at her house. It had been arranged that I would leave them with her, as Dana and her new husband were still honeymooning in Europe.
The maid ushered me into the library where Lorna was sitting. She was more beautiful than I remembered. She was wearing white pants that showed her figure to its utmost advantage, a light orange shirt with the top three buttons undone, and white canvas sneakers. Except for the maid, we were alone. It seemed Ron was teaching a seminar in London and wouldn’t be back for a week. Still, we conducted ourselves like responsible adults.
Lorna looked through the wedding album slowly, examining each photo, commenting on how good they were and recalling the events of the wedding. I sat on the sofa with her as we looked at the photos and talked, but we never touched. I figured that our encounter had been a one-time thing and that she probably wanted to forget it.
After awhile I got up to leave. She thanked me for the photos and told me she would see that Dana got them. She also told me that her husband had accepted a position with a firm in Phoenix, and that they would be moving in two weeks. I wished her well and walked to the door. But before I could open it, Lorna put her hands on my shoulders, pulled me to her and gave me a deep long kiss.
“I’ll never forget that night,” she told me.
“Neither will I,” I replied. I returned the kiss, then opened the door and left. I never saw Lorna again after that, but I know I will never forget her and I’ll never forget the best blowjob I ever had!
—R.Y., St. Louis, Missouri
FRIEND INDEED
Something happened recently that I don’t know how to tell my best friend about, so I guess I’ll tell you.
I work the swing shift at a local newspaper, and one night the bundler went haywire, so three other guys and myself got to go home early. I went over to my friend’s house, but he was at work. So I hung around and talked to Annie, his old lady. I’ve known both of them for years.
It was about ten o’clock and I was sitting on the couch sipping a beer. Annie excused herself and disappeared into the bedroom, and when she returned all she had on were this sheer teddy and a smile. She sat down next to me and said she was horny. Then she pulled my cock out and began fondling it until it got rock-hard.
She bent down and engulfed my dick with her mouth, and proceeded to suck my brains out. I turned around and we did a 69 until I exploded hot come down her gullet. She kept sucking till I was hard again, then put one leg over my lap and sat on my cock, filling her cunt with it. She rode it until she climaxed two or three times, and I blew my load again.
We had another beer, and Annie said, “Let’s go to the bedroom for some real fucking.” By the time we got to bed I was hard again, so I mounted her and plunged my cock deep and we fucked all night.
Daylight was breaking, and I was standing next to the bed with Annie giving me head, when we heard a key in the front door. I jumped out the window and hid until I saw my friend leave for his other job twenty minutes later. I went right back in the window and back in Annie’s mouth, and we fucked all day.
Now we fuck whenever we can. So how do I tell my friend?
—W.O., Englewood, New Jersey
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET
I was in the kitchen getting more ice when he came in. I thought he was someone who worked with Michael, my husband, but I wasn’t sure. There were too many people at this party. But I had noticed him. And he me. I knew that. There were sparks. But I was married. I could ignore sparks. I thought.
“I was hoping I’d get you alone,” he said.
I put the ice down. “I’m married.” My voice sounded strange.
“I know. I want you. I want you now. And you want me.”
“My husband is in the next room, for god’s sake,” I said.
“You don’t care about that.” And he reached out and put both hands on my breasts. Just like that. God, how did he know?
“Yes I do,” I said. But I didn’t move. “I do care.” But I just stood there. Stood there with his hands on my breasts, feeling my nipples stiffening, knowing he could feel them too. “I can’t,” I said. But I didn’t move.
“Yes you can.” The hands moved on my breasts, and I gasped. But they left them and slid around behind me. One of them pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress, and before I could react they were opening the clasp of my bra.
“Someone could come in,” I gasped out. I was breathing hard and my voice sounded unreal.
“They’d get an eyeful, wouldn’t they?” he said, and he pulled down the top of my dress, sliding my bra straps off my shoulders in almost the same motion. I was naked to the waist. Right there in the kitchen, with just the swinging door between anyone who chanced to come in and us. Including Michael.
“We can’t—” I started to say, but I stopped because he was pulling me to him and my mouth had opened to meet his kiss. Then his lips were on mine and my tongue was in his mouth and my breasts were pressed against his chest and I was moaning. Moaning and squirming.
He broke the kiss finally, and his hands went to my breasts again. I was panting. He looked deep into my eyes. I started to say something. Something about how crazy this was. About my husband in the next room. Something. Maybe I did say it. I don’t remember. He tweaked my hard nipples. I moaned. He smiled at me.
“Suck my cock,” he said.
I felt faint. “But—”
“Go on,” he said. “You want to. Don’t you?”
“No. Yes. Oh God. Yes. But what if—”
“Do it,” he said. He was still looking into my eyes, still stroking my nipples. “Do it, and then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t care if your husband sees you. You won’t care if the whole damn world sees you.” I moaned again. “You don’t care now,” he said. “Do you?”
I couldn’t answer. My knees felt weak. I let them buckle. He released my breasts and I slid down along his body. Down to my knees. My mouth pressed against his fly, feeling the hardness. Through the material of his trousers it throbbed against my lips. I heard myself whimpering as I scrabbled at his zipper. Then it was free. Then it was trapped again, in my mouth. All of it.
Through a haze of lust I was conscious of only two t
hings. The strong hard pulsing shaft of flesh that filled my mouth pushed into my throat. It thrilled my soul as my lips moved up and down its length. My tongue feverishly stroking the underside and the mental image of my husband coming through that swinging door and seeing his loving wife kneeling half-naked on the floor, drooling and mewling, with a stranger’s cock in her mouth. The image only added to my passion now. I was out of control. I heard the strange fierce stifled sounds that came from my throat as I sucked faster and harder. I wanted his come, I wanted him to shoot it down my throat and into my belly, I wanted—
“Stop,” he said. “Stop now.”
I whimpered. But he pulled his cock from my mouth and lifted me to my feet. “I want to fuck you.”
“Upstairs,” I breathed. “We could go—”
“No. Here.” He turned me around and bent me over the table. I was facing the swinging door. “You can watch. See if anybody comes in. See if you care.” He was raising my skirt, tearing my panties. Spreading my legs. I held on to the table. I tried not to cry out as I felt his cock at my pussy. I knew how wet I was.
“Do it,” I gasped, not caring, not thinking anymore, just wanting that thing inside me, wanting him possessing me. “Yes, do it, fuck me, fuck me, damn you!”
And then he was. That long thick thing pushing into me, filling me, stretching me, and I was pushing back, twisting, squirming, holding on to the table, trying to stifle my cries, my eyes on the swinging door, but not seeing. Only feeling. One of his hands was stroking my clitoris as he fucked me. The other was clutching my breast, but as my climax approached it slid up to cover my mouth, muffling my abandoned scream.
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