Our recreational sex, as I call it, is the most exciting thing we have ever been a part of. As we discovered once when Sam was unusually late, even waiting for our “company” to arrive can be exhilarating. Sometimes it’s all we can do to not have sex. She actually drips from anticipation. When the time comes, seeing her naked in such a state of arousal only adds to the lovemaking.
On a couple of Sam’s visits, we ended the evening by sandwiching her. She enjoyed having his pecker in her butt, because it was much smaller than mine. It wasn’t until he moved away that she told me her biggest fantasy. She wanted to make love to a guy who was really hung. Suddenly my six inches wasn’t enough.
Again, I found her a partner and made the necessary arrangements. On the night Bud visited, I insisted she wear my favorite black nightie, a short, lacy spaghetti-strap number with matching bikini panties. She never looked lovelier.
As soon as we were in bed, Bud’s hands began exploring every inch of her body. While he was busy, I kissed her face and neck softly and whispered encouragement. I told her everything was okay, to just relax and enjoy the moment. I was afraid that she might back out at the last moment. After all, this was a total stranger to her.
Then, while we were both busy, he slid his hands underneath the hem of her nightie. Before long he had found the waistband of her skimpy panties and was tugging on them, trying to get them down. When I saw her squirming at the hips, I knew she was willing and ready, because she was helping him to get them off.
When her panties were off and thrown on the floor, Bud buried his face between her legs and ate pussy like there was no tomorrow. It wasn’t long before he had her juices smeared all over his face. He ate her for so long, I began to wonder if he was ever going to get around to screwing her. But she wasn’t complaining. To this day when she talks about Bud’s lovemaking, what she mentions is not screwing but how his tongue-lapping kept her in an almost constant state of orgasm.
When he finally stopped eating her and got undressed, I saw he hadn’t been exaggerating about having eight inches. But the length wasn’t what shocked me. It was the thickness. I have read stories about men with dicks the size of a Coca-Cola can, but Bud’s was unreal. It put me in mind of an elephant’s trunk, or maybe one of those pound-and-a-half rolls of sausage you find at the meat counter—except that his sausage log had a big blooming head at the end.
You can call me naive if you want, but I never imagined a piece of meat like that could fit inside a little flower like my wife. She has never been called petite, but underneath Bud she looked small and dainty. I don’t think she ever looked in his direction when he crawled back on the bed and up between her legs, or she would surely have started protesting. She couldn’t possibly take that thing.
By now I had moved back on the bed and was watching Bud as he placed his big cockhead at her bottom. Man! That head not only covered her bush, it covered the entire area between her legs. I watched in amazement as he pressed it to her bottom. When it began to disappear, I first thought he had completely missed her and it was sliding between her buttocks beneath her. It wasn’t until I heard her moan out like I never heard her moan before that I admitted it to myself—he was inside her!
Up until that time my attention had been fixed on watching between my wife’s legs. But when she cried out like that, my eyes went directly to her face. Her facial expression was not at all what I expected. It was a look of lust and passion. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Once I saw that, my attention went right back between her legs. From where I was sitting, at the foot of the bed, I had a great view. With the head of Buck’s monster now in her, for the longest time I watched him ease the shaft in, an inch at a time. By the time he had it all stuffed inside her, he lost it—I think he got excited just getting it in.
They took a few minutes to regain their composure. Then they dressed, and we all went downstairs for a snack. Over soft drinks and chips, we laughed about what had just taken place.
After about half an hour, Bud asked Cynthia if she thought she would ever want to try it again. She smiled sheepishly and nodded, saying it might be fun. We all dropped our glasses and headed back upstairs without saying another word. It didn’t take them nearly as long to get started this time, and it looked as if it was going to be a long fuck.
It amazed me how they could communicate without saying a word. After they had been at it for about fifteen minutes in the missionary position, Bud made a motion that apparently asked Cynthia if she wanted to turn over, because when she gave him a smile, he pulled out of her and she flipped over in a flash.
Now she was on her knees, right in front of him. When he sank his meat back in her, she really squealed and squirmed. This time he went balls-deep in a single stroke, but she adjusted quickly.
While he screwed her, I put my boner in her mouth. It was great. Every time he pumped into her bottom she lunged forward, swallowing my dick farther and farther down her throat. It was going good until he began to pump her harder. That caused her to swing her head from side to side while making wild, alarming sounds. (She had spit my dick out by now.)
When I saw Bud was pumping her so hard, and her expression changed, and the noises she was making, I asked her if she wanted me to make him stop. While she was still swinging her head and making strange cries, she said emphatically, “No!”
I must admit, in all of our previous recreational sex, I had never been jealous. Now for the first time I was. But if Cynthia was enjoying this big dick so much, even with the strange response it was producing from her, then I wanted her to have it, and have it good.
So I began cheering Bud on, telling him, “Fuck her hard! Fuck her harder!” And fuck her he did. By now he had her by her hips and was drilling his meat all the way in her on every stroke. I thought she was going to tear the sheets right off the bed. He had her pumped full of his meat, and soon enough he pumped her full of his come too.
When it was finally over, I felt a wave of relief, because even though she obviously enjoyed it, it must have been quite a workout. When Bud was through, he and I dressed and returned downstairs, leaving Cynthia lying on the bed, totally exhausted. But she made it downstairs before he left, in time to give him a sweet smile and a big kiss.
After he left, Cynthia and I went back to bed and made passionate love, just like we always do after a visitor has come and gone. After a few days, I asked what she thought about her experience with such a big dick. She said she wouldn’t like it every night but once in a while it might be fun.
I did invite Bud back a few more times before we lost contact. Fortunately, we still had plenty of other fantasies to explore.—N.R., Asheville, North Carolina
ON HIS FIRST TRIP TO A NUDE CLUB, HE REALLY LETS IT ALL HANG OUT
I’m a tall twenty-nine-year-old male with dark hair and a swimmer’s build. Last weekend I finally went to my first nudist resort. I’ve always enjoyed showing off my build when I’m at the beach anyway and I especially get off on seeing women stare at my prick, so a nude resort was a natural. The day started with a golf cart tour of the resort. There were two outdoor pools, tennis courts, volleyball courts and an outdoor hot tub and restaurant. The resort also had a beautiful nightclub with a full bar. I had rented a room at a bed and breakfast inn next to the lake that boasted eight beautiful rooms, an indoor pool and a hot tub. Everywhere I turned I saw hundreds of naked people at play. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off and join them!
I quickly undressed, opened my door and walked out onto the balcony to feel the sun. I stood basking in the heat, feeling the rays shine on every part of me when I heard a couple move into the room next to mine. After a few minutes of what I figured was them unpacking, they walked out onto their own balcony and said hello. He carried a box filled with booze and snacks while she had a suitcase. She caught my eye right away. She was a beautiful Italian woman with big tits, full hips and great legs. I looked up and realized she was looking directly at my dick. With a big smile on her face she
said, “It looks like it’s going to be a hot weekend. In more ways than one!”
I spread my towel on a deck chair making sure I was angled so I could see into their room and she could see me. She continued to look my way as she unpacked, laughing and talking with her husband. He got naked right away and started to close their door when she said, “Honey, why don’t you leave the door open so we can enjoy the view?” Her husband looked out and saw me seated with my legs open, blatantly displaying my cock. He smiled and said, “It is a great view from here. The scenery’s exceptional, isn’t it, honey?” before winking at me. Any anxiety on my part vanished at that point. I had always thought nudists must be part exhibitionist to be so relaxed with their bodies and now I was sure, except these two were part voyeur as well. I had only been naked about fifteen minutes and it was exciting already.
As she stood in their room facing me, her husband came up behind her and started kissing her neck and unbuttoning the front of her dress. When it fell open and I finally saw her breasts, my cock began to swell. Her eyes focused on my growing member and she smiled. Her husband was grinding his hips into her ass as he held her breast with one hand and slipped the other into her G-string. She let out a moan and leaned back against him. He slid her G-string down her legs exposing her tiny strip of pubic hair. She was so neatly trimmed I could clearly see her pussy lips.
Still standing, she moved her feet apart as her husband began to lick her slit from behind. All this time she never took her eyes off my very rigid dick. When her husband stood up, his cock was in the same state as mine. Keeping her eyes on me she dropped to her knees, licking his cock from the tip down to his shaved balls. When she saw how intently I was staring, she took him into her mouth, sucking him and quietly moaning around his big dick. About the time I thought he was going to come, she stopped and said, “There’s a lot more where that came from, but let’s go get some sun before the day is over!” with that she stood up, gave a nasty little smile to both of us and walked into their hotel room. Her husband looked over at me and said, “She’s one hell of a tease but I love her.” He grabbed his towel and he left too, apparently headed for the pool.
I spent the rest of the day swimming, sunning and enjoying the scenery. When I got back to my room, my neighbors were just returning themselves. As we unlocked our doors, they introduced themselves as Arnie and Paola. When she went inside, Arnie asked me if I was planning to go over to the club later. I said, “Most definitely.” Arnie told me how his wife loves to dance and that she had mentioned that she thought I was very attractive so if I was “up for it” I ought to ask her to dance later. I said I’d be honored.
When I arrived at the club, it was packed with people, some dressed, some wearing just T-shirts, some in lingerie and a few completely naked. I got a drink at the bar and began to take in the scene. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The dance floor was comfortably crowded. I noticed as people danced and it got later and hotter more and more clothes were coming off. That was my kind of disco!
People at the resort were superfriendly and anxious to make newcomers like me feel at home, so it wasn’t long before a couple seated by the dance floor offered me a chair. I’d been looking around the club for my neighbors and after a few minutes spotted them at the bar. Paola’s cleavage was incredible. Her boobs looked like they were about to pour out of her gauzy white see-through top. The only other thing she was wearing was a sheer black skirt tied at the hip. When I walked over, we laughed and talked for a while before I finally asked Paola to dance. It was a jammin’ song so I got to watch Paola strut her stuff for me. The only problem was I had decided to come as a nudist and if I enjoyed this too much everyone would know in a hurry!
We’d just started our drinks when the DJ played a favorite tune of Arnie’s. He said, “Hey babe, let’s dance.” Paola said, “God, I’m so hot,” and removed her top, her boobs spilling out about six inches from my face. I was so glad to be sitting down at that point! Arnie and Paola danced a few songs then came back and sat down.
We’d had a couple more drinks when a slow song came on. Paola winked at Arnie, turned to me and said, “Say Roger, how about another dance?” She stood up, untied her skirt and left it on her bar stool. I pulled her close right away to hide my excitement and felt her pubic mohawk brush the head of my dick when I did. I was instantly hard. She gave me a wicked smile and started rubbing up against me. I was beginning to wonder if I’d be able to hide my hard-on.
When the song ended, I was actually relieved. I was afraid she’d make me come right there. Paola turned her back to me so I could press up behind her when we walked back to our seats. I’m sure a few people noticed, like her husband who was laughing and said, “See? I told you she was a tease.”
Paola whispered in Arnie’s ear, he turned to me and said, “Roger, we’re going back to our room now. If you want to stop by for a nightcap, you’re more than welcome.” Paola gave me a wink as they left. How could I resist her? I got up, collected my things and met them about ten minutes later.
When I got back to the inn, I could hear music coming from their room. I knocked and Arnie opened the door. “Come in. Paola’s in the shower, but we can talk. How about a drink?” As we sipped our drinks, Arnie explained that their fear of AIDS had kept them from swinging, but they still liked to have fun with other people. As it turned out Paola had asked Arnie to see if I could work within their limitations. I told him, “Your wife is so attractive I’d be happy just to watch you two have fun!”
Arnie smiled. “I think we can do better than that.” I noticed they had the lights low, music playing and a porn flick on the TV. Arnie and I watched a good gang bang scene where the woman took on four men and had worked up a couple of big hard-ons when Paola entered the room wrapped in a large terrycloth towel.
“Now this is how I like my men,” she said. “Big, hard and horny!” Paola dropped the towel and jumped back onto the bed, landing with a laugh and opening her legs wide. As we watched, her fingers slid slowly down to her clit before disappearing into her cunt. I was mesmerized. Paola began to breathe harder, her chest heaving, fingers violating herself faster and faster as she cried out, “I’m so fucking horny! Will somebody please lick me! Get those hard cocks over here!”
Arnie was between her legs in a flash, licking her cunt from top to bottom. I moved to Paola’s side and started massaging the tits I’d been drooling over all day. Paola was so turned on that she reached down, grabbed my prick and brought it to her mouth. After swirling her tongue around the head, she licked down to my balls then back to the tip again. Looking me in the eyes, she sucked my entire prick into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I really got off on fucking her mouth. An orgasm sweeping over her, Paola cried out around my hard cock and frigged herself on Arnie’s tongue even harder. I almost came watching her get off but managed to hold back, hoping we were just getting started.
As Arnie moved from between her legs, Paola took hold of my cock and massaged it slowly from base to crown. She licked her juices from Arnie’s lips and chin while stroking me as she and Arnie started to kiss more passionately. She pulled my prick closer and started rubbing it against her cheek. Then as their kissing became more intense, she rubbed my cock across both of their faces. Their lips parted just a bit and Paola pushed my cock between their mouths. They licked and kissed and shared my cock between them. I was in heaven! I was a little disappointed when Arnie stood up, taking his mouth off my pulsing dick, but not for long.
“A favorite fantasy of Paola’s is to have herself at the mercy of two big cocks,” Arnie said, moving to the other side of Paola’s head. She took both our hard-ons and rubbed them across her face and lips. I slid a hand down her stomach and pushed my finger easily into her snatch. I was flicking my finger across her clit and pussy lips while she switched back and forth between our pricks. Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from Paola’s face so I could get down between her legs and taste her pussy. I started giving her head while watc
hing her suck Arnie’s prick.
Paola knew what she wanted to do, though. She sat up and said, “Roger, let me suck that boner and Arnie, you get down by my box but don’t go in yet.” We dutifully followed her instructions. She was really into working on my cock, rubbing it all over her tits, across her nipples before stuffing it back into her mouth. Suddenly she stopped. “Roger, will you do me a favor? Reach down and take hold of Arnie’s dick.” I hadn’t touched another guy’s cock since high school, but I was so excited I was willing to do anything. I locked onto Arnie’s prick. “Stroke him a few times,” she said. “Is he good and hard?”
“Yes,” I said. “He’s very hard. I can feel him pulsing.”
“Rub his cock against my clit for me.” I did as she requested and she completely engulfed my cock in her mouth. After a few minutes she said, “Put his cock inside me now.” I placed him at her entrance and felt him slide into her through my fingers. Paola was panting. “Play with my clit while Arnie fucks me.” I kept touching her, teasing her clit and stealing a few feels of Arnie’s cock, too. She began sucking me like I’d never been sucked before. You could tell she loved what was happening!
“Roger, I have one more favor to ask, and if you do it, you can come in my mouth. Swing your leg over my head, put that prick of yours back in my mouth and lick my clit while Arnie fucks me.” I did as I was told, pumping my cock into her mouth and licking her clit at the same time. It was incredibly erotic being so close to a big hard cock hammering away at such a slick pussy. Every so often, Arnie would pull out, holding his cock and rubbing up and down her slit then sliding back, deep inside. Each time he did Paola would suck me back down her throat.
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