Her eyes were wide open now, but she didn’t panic or anything, and she didn’t move away from him; all she did was to look over at me, as if for approval. It was fine with me; I just blew her a kiss, and we smiled at each other. Then she rolled Ken over on his back and started to hump his huge cock like a madwoman. Within minutes my wife was quivering and shaking, and Ken was filling her pussy with a major load of semen.
After she’d had time to recover, I introduced Rosie to Ken. They kissed, and then Rosie did something even more out of character for her—she rolled off Ken and went down on his cock, licking and sucking all the come and other juices off that big dick. She then got up, hopped into bed with me, and blew my cock until I exploded in her mouth.
After that we all drifted back to sleep, and I figured our big adventure was over, until I woke up around eight o’clock and didn’t see either of them. The shower was running, and as I approached the bathroom door I saw Rosie in there with her legs wrapped around Ken’s waist, screwing him for all she was worth.
After we cleaned up, Ken thanked us for all our hospitality, and then took off to find some friends, while Rosie and I talked about the events that had taken place. I told her what a turn-on it was to see her sucking and fucking such a big dick. Strangely enough, she had been the one who had always resisted my suggestions that we experiment with other partners; but she said she had really enjoyed sex with Ken, and that she would try to be more adventurous from now on.
Later that day, as we worked our way around the casinos, I could see that Rosie was checking out a lot of the men, and that her walk and even her body language was changing. At about five o’clock, Rosie said she was going back to the room to rest and get ready for the evening. I was into a good card game, so I told her to go ahead. When I got to our room an hour later, I was stunned to see Rosie naked on a massage table, with a hunky masseur standing on one side of her, and Ken on the other. The masseur had her thighs in his hands, and Rosie had Ken’s cock in her mouth. She was moaning and asking for more, so Ken pulled out and buried his cock in her pussy, while the masseur brought out his own rather large penis and put it in her mouth.
After Ken brought her to orgasm and the masseur blew his load in her mouth, things settled down until Rosie caught sight of me and asked me to put my cock in her ass. She got off the table and onto the bed, and I got behind her and fucked her tight asshole while she sucked off Ken and the masseur in turn.
Finally the masseur left (I didn’t think it was necessary to give him a tip), and Rosie went into the bathroom to clean up, promising Ken and me even more pleasure if we would take her to dinner and a show. Needless to say, we considered that a pretty good bargain.
—Name and address withheld
Hole-in-the-Wall Bang
I have been a field accounts representative for the past seven years, and I run the same route every day. On my way back home I always stop at this little convenience store just before the state line. There are a lot of stores that offer the same merchandise, but this one has an advantage. Working behind the counter on the night shift is Tammy.
I am six feet tall, and Tammy comes up to about the middle of my chest. Her dark hair falls just below her shoulders in wonderfully playful curls. She has green eyes, full lips, and the largest set of natural breasts I have ever seen. She has only one fault, and that is her annoyingly superior attitude. I had flirted with her on many occasions, with no reward. Until one night last month.
I was running late that night, and I stopped at Tammy’s store just as she was locking the door. After I begged her to at least let me use the bathroom, she finally let me in. “I’ve already locked the public rest rooms,” she told me. “You’ll have to use the employee bathroom.”
“Not a problem,” I replied as I scanned her perfect body. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans that barely came up over her hip bones.
I sat on the john watching my cock swell as I thought of Tammy’s double-D breasts. Suddenly the toilet paper rack popped out from the wall, revealing a hole about four inches by four inches. I leaned forward and looked through the hole, and I could see Tammy’s body from the neck down. She was on her knees and had her T-shirt pulled up to her neck, exposing perfect mounds. They were freckled at the top and sloped down to hard nipples big as saucers. As I watched, she took one breast in her hand and lifted it to meet her tongue.
“You are perfect!” I whispered through the hole.
“Shut the fuck up and stick your cock through,” was Tammy’s reply.
With one quick move I stood up and stuck my eight inches through the wall. I felt her fingers run over the head of it, and then her fist sliding down the shaft. A moment later I almost shot off as I felt her warm breath on my member. She ran her tongue around the head in a swift swirling motion. Then she pulled back and said, “Do not come before I tell you.” And before I could even respond she had taken my entire length into her hungry mouth.
For the next ten minutes I had my cock sucked by the most talented mouth I’d ever felt. She would take me deep into her throat and hold me there, then pull off to blow warm breath up and down my length. I was in another world when she gave me a final suck and pulled away.
I bent over and looked through the hole. Tammy had stood up and was sliding her wet panties to the floor. She moved back to the wall, spread her legs, and positioned her cunt at the hole. “Now fuck me, but remember, don’t come until I tell you!”
I gave my cock a few strokes and slid in into the hole, and she reached down and guided it into her tight slit. I began to move in and out of her with slow, steady thrusts. But Tammy screamed from the other side of the wall. “I said fuck me, you dumb ass!”
Now I plowed into her creamy snatch with my full force, feeling my balls slap against the tile wall. Her tight, squirming pussy was just about all I could handle, and I fought off orgasm after orgasm until I felt her tighten up around my throbbing cock.
“I’m coming,” Tammy whimpered. She mashed her pussy to the hole as she trembled with orgasm.
Then she pulled away and stepped back from the hole. I looked down to see that she had bent down again, and had placed one of her beautiful pink nipples through the opening. I fell to my hands and knees to take it into my mouth, sucking on that hard little button as I stroked my cock. “Harder!” Tammy gritted, and I sucked her tit as hard as I could. Tammy moaned and pulled away, sticking her other tit against the hole, pushing it in as far as she could, and I sucked and nibbled at that one, too.
“Enough,” she said as she pulled her nipple from my mouth and motioned for me to put my cock back in the hole. As I did so she moved in close to the wall, putting her mouth almost through the hole as her lipstick-covered lips devoured my cock. She sucked on it for a few minutes, and then told me to jerk it off and come on her tongue.
She kept her mouth open as I began to stroke my cock, slapping the head against her lips. “I’m coming!” I moaned, and Tammy pushed her tongue as far as she could through the hole as I shot rope after rope of spunk onto it. With every shot she pulled that tongue back into her mouth to swallow. When I finished shooting, only a couple of drops of my sperm had hit the floor.
Tammy didn’t say a word to me as she let me out of the store. When I go in there now, which I do every day, she has the same snobby attitude and acts as if it never happened.
But it did!
—P.H., Santa Barbara, California
Don’t Dress for Dinner
My wife, Christine, recently gave new meaning to the word “quickie.”
We have a great sex life, whenever the pressures of everyday living allow it. It’s not unusual for us to have a candlelight dinner at home, perhaps followed by an X-rated movie or some extended foreplay, and then intense sex. On these occasions Christine indulges me by wearing a wide range of clothes that show off her breasts, ass, and legs. These outfits are so blatantly sexy that they are usually worn only in the privacy of our own house.
One Friday Christine and I
were planning one of our romantic dinners at home. We hadn’t had sex since the previous weekend, so I was rather horny, and looking forward to enjoying my wife’s body after dinner.
When I arrived home, Christine was in the kitchen doing some preliminary dinner preparation. She was wearing a cotton blouse and a knee-length skirt, an outfit that surprised me with its ordinariness. After a few minutes of discussing mundane matters of the day, Christine told me that she had a surprise for me, which she would share with me only if I followed her instructions to the letter. That phrase, and past experience, suggested that this was going to be a sexual surprise, so I immediately agreed, feeling my cock stir in anticipation. Christine asked me to remove my suit jacket and tie, which I did. She then placed me so that I was standing with my backside against an island counter in the center of the kitchen, looking toward our family room, which was separated from the kitchen by a love seat. She told me to hold on to the edge of the counter and not to move until she said I could. Then she stood in front of me, about two steps away.
“I’m not wearing any panties under this skirt,” Christine said. My eyes dropped to her hips, but of course there was nothing to see. “I know you’ve fantasized about me wearing skirts with no panties,” she went on, “so I thought I’d give you a little of what you’ve wanted. Now, I’m not going out to dinner or to the store like this, the way you fantasize me doing, but the first part of your surprise is to know that my naked pussy is right here under this skirt. I think you can also look forward to me going without panties here in the kitchen from time to time in the future.”
My cock hardened as I enjoyed the blatant sexuality in Christine’s voice, and the suggestiveness of what she was saying. She continued speaking as she teased me by turning slowly all the way around in front of me, running her hands over her hips and thighs as if to smooth out the fabric of her skirt. She said she knew this skirt was far from the sexiest one she owned, but she had tried on several skirts, trying to find the perfect one to be worn without panties. She thought it would be sexier if the skirt itself was not blatantly revealing. On the other hand, she wanted it to be easy to raise. “Like this,” Christine said, and she reached down to the hem of the skirt and pulled it up to her waist. After treating me to a quick glimpse of her bare Venus mound, she lowered it again. Then she turned around and bent over, flipping the skirt up over her bare ass. Just as quickly, she straightened up and smoothed it down again. Now my cock was really hard.
Turning back to face me, Christine said, “Stay where you are and I’ll continue to show you your surprise.” She moved closer now, and reached for my belt. As Christine removed my pants and underwear she continued, “I figured you were rather horny today, and that if we went to bed after dinner you’d probably come pretty quickly. To help you last longer later, I thought we’d take the edge off before dinner.”
My cock was standing straight out, and throbbing. Christine put her hands on my hips and ever so slowly moved toward my cock, but stopped short of touching it. She went on, “After I’d put this skirt on I decided that you’d especially enjoy knowing that not only was my pussy naked underneath it, but it was also wet. So just before you came home I raised my skirt and played with myself until I could feel my wetness. I know you love it when my pussy is wet. It didn’t take much, since I must admit that planning this little surprise for you had already turned me on.”
Christine had to know that her talk was just as much of a turn-on for me as her fingers. Thinking of her wet pussy, and visualizing her touching herself to get ready for me, made my cock throb even harder. Christine’s fingers now slowly trailed over my cock and balls. After a few seconds she took her hands away, saying, “And now for the final part of your surprise. When I tell you it’s okay to move, you’ll be free to enjoy me in a totally selfish way. I’m expecting you to fuck me with abandon, and to come quickly. After dinner you can make love to me again, and tend to my sexual needs, but for right now a quickie is just what you need.”
With that Christine crossed over to the love seat and bent over it, saying, “Okay, you can move now.” I was over there in a second, my hands immediately on her thighs pushing her skirt up. I was so turned on I didn’t really know what to do first. I wanted to feel Christine’s ass and hips, I wanted to bury myself in her, I wanted to feel her wetness with my hands; but I couldn’t do everything at once. I pressed my cock against her ass cheeks as my hands roamed over her body. In addition to my lust, I felt grateful to her for being so sexy, and for being so wonderfully open and imaginative.
But Christine was right; it was time to fuck her hard. I wouldn’t last long, but it would be great. I found her dripping pussy with my hand and bent my cock down to find its target, then buried myself as deeply as I could inside her. It was fantastic! With my hands holding on to Christine’s hips, I thrust in and out of her just as she had invited me to do, until I came so hard I thought I was going to fall over.
It’s been about a month since that first special quickie. Christine has repeated her surprise several times, and each time has been better than the last. I love having the freedom to be a selfish lover, knowing that we’ll be in bed again in just an hour or two.
—F.T., Athens, Georgia
Cabin Fever
Even though my ex-girlfriend Dolly and I had broken up, we still managed to remain close friends, and she often accompanied me to various social occasions. Last summer I invited her to visit me for a few days at the resort where my family was vacationing.
Unfortunately, it was raining on the first day of her visit, so we spent most of it in our cabin, playing cards and watching some of the daytime talk shows. (We had a cabin to ourselves, consisting of a kitchen, a bathroom, and a combination bedroom-recreation room, with separate beds.) I had never watched much of that stuff, but I could see why people liked it so much. All those inbred foul-mouthed idiots fighting and cheating on one another. It made us laugh, but the sexual subject matter got me rather aroused, and I think Dolly felt it, too. We had a lot in common, including a sense of humor and a healthy interest in sex. Our relationship before we broke up had always been very physical.
Late in the afternoon we decided to drive into the city. I particularly wanted to purchase an adult magazine with some sexy stories. I bought a copy of Forum and, back in our cabin after dinner, I read some of the letters to Dolly. We were each lying on our own bed, enjoying the tales. Although reading this sexy stuff was turning me on, I was hesitant to try to make any moves that might endanger our friendship.
Next morning the sun came out in full force, and the day was hot, sticky, and humid. We did the usual vacation activities, golfing in the morning, catching some rays, swimming and water-skiing. In the evening one of my young cousins came back to our cabin to play some cards and drink some beer with us. By the time he left it was almost midnight.
It was still hot as Dolly and I prepared for bed. Even with all the windows open and the fans working overtime, I knew it would be hard to fall asleep in the uncomfortable heat. I stripped down to my shorts, and I couldn’t help stealing a few glimpses at Dolly as she also slid off her outer clothing. The night before she had changed in the bathroom, but this time she didn’t bother. She had to know that I was admiring her body, but she gave no sign. She was wearing sexy black cotton panties that hugged her hips perfectly and stretched tight over her smoothly trimmed pussy. I had almost forgotten how smooth and gorgeous her thighs were. When she took off her shirt I noticed that her bra was a different style from the ones I remembered her wearing. It was a black lace number that accented her small but shapely breasts.
“Is that a new bra?” I asked her.
Dolly nodded. “You always told me that you thought my old bras were dreary, so I got some new ones. How do you like it?”
I told her I liked it a lot, that it was very erotic. I then asked if I could feel it. I didn’t know what she would say to that, but without hesitation she gave me an affirmative response. I was thrilled. I moved to her and
began fondling her right breast through the bra. Then our lips met. Our kiss was passionate, and as familiar as though we had never been apart. My left hand slid down to caress her lovely ass while my right hand pulled the bra down to expose her breasts.
Most men will tell you that they prefer larger tits, but I loved the sweet perkiness of Dolly’s small breasts. My cock was standing at full attention, and was rubbing against her clit through my shorts and her panties. “I want to be inside you,” I whispered in her ear as I picked her up. I laid her down on her bed and quickly finished stripping myself.
She was already breathing heavily by the time I crawled in beside her. We resumed our kissing and heavy petting. I wanted to free her succulent breasts completely, so I unsnapped her bra and threw it on the floor. Dolly was gently stroking my stiff rod. I went to work on her tits with my tongue while my fingers made their way underneath her panties. The moans that came from her told me that she liked the way my fingers were teasing her clit. Her nipples were small but sensual and were always a challenge, as they got hard only after prolonged teasing. But I like that part of her anatomy the most. After several minutes of tonguing and sucking, her nipples became erect. I enjoyed kissing and nibbling them with my lips and teeth. At the same time I had two fingers in her cunt and was working them slowly in and out while she gyrated her hips in response to my touch.
“Oh God, my pussy is so wet for you. I want your cock inside me,” Dolly moaned. I slid her panties off as she lifted herself to make it easier for me. She moved her legs apart and lay there spread-eagled as I slowly placed my hard tool into her damp twat. Her head tilted backward and she gasped with pleasure. “Oh, that feels so good,” she panted.
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