I felt honestly embarrassed even though this young stud had just had me every which way, because I get terribly turned on by orgy videos. And I’ve always had a constant fantasy about trying it out some day. I brought a stack and asked Mike to take his pick. He selected one where Vanessa del Rio takes on half a dozen guys, one of my favorites though I didn’t tell him so.
As the action got hotter, Mike’s hands roamed over my body, getting me hot again as we watched Vanessa getting it from three guys at once.
Mike began to tell me about his experiences, describing the studs he said he could get me anytime I wanted. I went absolutely wild again, losing all control, and was soon on my knees sucking his meat for all I was worth. He shot another tremendous load down my throat and I eagerly squeezed him dry and licked his beautiful cock clean.
We were soon in bed again doing a fabulous 69 until I could stand it no longer and got on top of Mike. I rode him like a bronco while rubbing myself off to another great orgasm. Then I collapsed, exhausted. I had never had more than two orgasms with my husband and he never got it off more than twice with me. As I fell asleep with Mike’s arms around me, I knew this would not be the last time I saw Mike. I knew I’d want him again and again.
During the night I woke up to find Mike on top of me, slowly rubbing the tip of his cock on my pussy lips. I asked him how long I had been asleep while he was caressing me and he said he’d just started. I reached down and squeezed the tip of his cock and felt wet, sticky fluid. I raised my fingers to my lips and licked them off. It was my own pussy juice! Somehow, this turned me on incredibly and Mike lowered himself to my pussy and began eating me out again, licking up my juices. When his tongue began to work over my clit I knew I was headed for another incredible climax and began to beg him to get me more young studs. I went crazy again and a torrent of obscenities poured from my lips as Mike mounted me again and shot his fourth load in my cunt, all the while telling me how I was going to love having half a dozen of his friends screw my brains out. When we woke up late that morning, Mike, incredibly, was ready for more. I was too exhausted to do anything but lie there as he spent nearly an hour getting off a fifth time. As we lay there in each other’s arms, the front door opened—my son was home! Mike made a beeline for his room, and I rushed into the bathroom and ran the shower. My son didn’t notice anything, but that was the last time Mike and I had alone. As they left the next day, Mike slipped a piece of paper into my hand and gave me a wink. It was a number of a friend of his who would contact him when I wanted to see him again. My husband came home that night and we had the best sex ever—my night with Mike had done great things for our sex life. Of course, I didn’t tell my husband.
I tried to resist calling Mike, but the next time my husband went out of town on business, I lasted about two hours before I was on the phone dialing Mike’s friend. But that’s another story.
Mike has moved out of the dorm and now has an apartment of his own. Though he has lots of girlfriends, he usually finds time for a date with me when my husband’s out of town.
Mike has introduced me to a couple of his friends who join in from time to time, and I’ve found that having two or three guys at a time is a lot more fun than just fantasizing about it! Best of all, my husband’s and my sex life is better than ever. If only he knew!
MR. FIX-IT
I am a truck driver and I often spend many lonely hours crossing some empty desert or another. But every once in a while I get an eyeful of some babe sunning herself as she passes me in her car—or, even better, a girl giving head to a guy as he drives down the road. Things like that really wake me up!
But the experience I would like to relate went beyond mere looking.
A few weeks ago I was hauling a load of cut lumber from Vancouver to Los Angeles. I was cruising through the barren San Joaquin Valley of California when I noticed a bright-red Triumph coming up behind me. I could see the driver in my mirror, a cute young thing with long blonde hair. As the car pulled even with me, the girl flashed a smile as she looked up at me through her open sunroof. She was driving in my favorite position—left foot on the seat with the knee against the door, dress pulled up almost to her crotch, with her long, tan legs and bare feet soaking up the rays and with her right hand at the bottom of the steering wheel. Her left arm was resting on the windowsill of her door. She wasn’t going much faster than I was, so I gave my rig a kick and was soon pacing her, getting a good look and hoping she’d show me more.
Some girls, once they know what you are up to, will take off and leave you in the dust. Not this one. She just kept even with me, flashing that sexy smile. Naturally, I smiled back at her, glancing ahead every few seconds to make sure I wasn’t about to run into anyone. Fortunately, the traffic on I-5 was pretty light, but every once in a while she would have to speed up and pull in ahead of me to let faster traffic pass. But she always came back, each time showing a little more leg and pulling her left foot closer to her crotch.
Soon her foot was resting on the dashboard between the steering wheel and the windshield post. Then she really got daring and stuck her left foot out the window, resting her ankle on the side-view mirror. This allowed the wind to blow into her car and her dress flipped up around her navel, exposing her skimpy panties to my view! I gave her a shocked, horny look and she gave me that hot smile and threw her head back with a laugh, her blonde hair cascading over the headrest behind her. Then she ran her tongue along her teeth. She made no move to smooth her dress down! I gave her a big blast on my air horn to show my approval.
Another fast-moving truck was closing in behind her, so she pulled her foot back into the car and sped up to pull in front of my truck. As the truck passed, I gave the driver a bored-looking wave, hoping he was in too much of a hurry to notice my “lover” in the red Triumph. He was—and he didn’t. As he passed the car, the woman tossed something out through her sunroof and it snagged on my right-hand windshield wiper. I flinched (I once had an owl slam through the windshield, so I am a bit jumpy about things coming at the glass) before I realized it was her panties! I couldn’t believe it!!
A long line of cars passed us, following in the slipstream of the faster truck, so it was some time before my friend could move her car back over and get next to me. She had put her foot back on the mirror and her legs were spread as far as they could possibly be in the car. I got my first look at her beautiful pussy, its lips pouting out invitingly. At this point the girl began to play it cool, ignoring my presence and not looking up at me. Steering her Triumph with her right hand, she began to stroke her pussy lips with the other. Soon her hand was going a mile a minute, pulling on her clit and shoving two fingers into her pink cunt. Her left thigh began to quiver and she was chewing on her lower lip. Her sheer white dress became soaked with perspiration and I could see that she was braless. She began to hump her hand and I began to have doubts as to whether either of us was in control of his or her vehicle at that point!
She came (pun intended) back down to earth and slowed her fingers to a gentle stroking motion. She then pulled her foot back into the car and pressed her heel against her wet cunt and licked her fingers clean. Then she looked up at me with that wide smile, waved and sped off.
I was just catching my breath when I saw the Triumph swerve to the shoulder about a mile ahead of me. The right front tire had blown out, but she was able to keep the car under control and stop it safely. Being the gentleman that I am, I pulled onto the shoulder and parked behind her car to help her change the tire. She sat there, beet red in her embarrassment (I’d caught her with her pants down, as it were), but I complimented her on her performance and, as I changed the tire, she relaxed. She got out of the car and stood next to me as I worked, making small talk with me.
After I had put her spare on and jacked the car down to tighten the lug nuts, she sat on the fender, giving me another beaver shot as we talked. Her pussy was dripping wet again and only inches from my face. She smelled delicious. I cracked some dumb joke and she lau
ghed, putting one foot on my shoulder as I tightened the last nut. Unable to resist the temptation, I pulled my gloves off and slid my hands up her legs and into the wettest pussy I have ever felt!
She immediately stopped laughing and began to moan, leaning back against the windshield post to give me complete access to her cunt. I leaned forward, pulling her to the edge of the fender, and buried my hot tongue in her slit. She tasted better than she smelled! I suddenly realized we were in full view of passing traffic and I pulled back. Fortunately, it had gotten pretty dark and no one seemed to have noticed us! She began to laugh again and got a full-blown case of the giggles. She laughed so hard that she said she had to pee. Since there were no rest rooms around for miles, I told her to go squat beside my cab where nobody could see her and to let it go, which she did.
I put the flat tire and tools in her trunk, closed the lid and walked up to her. It had apparently taken a while for her to get over her giggle-fit, because she was still squatting on the ground. “Gee,” I said, “as long as you are down there, it’s time to pay your bill for having your tire changed.” I expected her to laugh it off, but she looked up at me with very serious eyes. I didn’t blink but looked expectantly into her eyes, holding her gaze. She didn’t look away but reached for my belt and said yes.
This was an immediate turn-on for me, as I have always fantasized about finding a beautiful woman who would do almost anything. I was hard already, but the way she’d said yes and the look of animal lust in her eyes almost made me come right then. I decided to play her, to see how far I could take her.
While she undid my belt, I reached down and pulled her dress off over her head and dropped it to the ground. It landed in a puddle of oil below her pussy, but she made no move to pull it out. My pants dropped to my ankles and I pushed down my shorts. She began to kiss the tip of my cock. She stroked my shaft with one hand and held on to my hip with the other, licking a drop of pre-come and trying to force her tongue into my pee-hole. She then began to lick my balls.
It had been a hot day and I could smell the sweat wafting from my crotch and I was suddenly self-conscious. But then she said, “I love the smell and taste of a man’s sweat!” and began to lick under my balls and my self-consciousness went out the door. Between slurps, she told me how she had always wanted to “get down and dirty” but her husband was a wimpy “neatnik” who wouldn’t let her touch him unless he was freshly showered. She wanted to revel in the taste of a “real man”—taste everything he had to offer, clean every inch of his body with her tongue. Still looking into my eyes, she said, “I’d do absolutely anything for a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to take it!” Then she slid her mouth over my cock.
I couldn’t believe what was happening! A man would have to be dead to not hear the invitation in her words and see the pleading in her eyes! I looked around to make sure we could not be seen, and, since we were completely shielded from passing cars by my truck, I went for broke. I slipped my meat into her mouth and she did not pull away. She shifted her body from the squatting position to her knees, both to steady herself against my thrusts and so she could lift her chin a little and give me access to her throat.
I moved my cock as hard and as fast as I could, sliding it easily down her throat and burying her pert nose in my pubic hair. My balls were heavy with come and made slapping noises each time they hit her chin, which was wet with saliva. I pulled out every five or six strokes so she could breathe. She loved it! So did I—and I soon let loose the largest load I think I ever have, filling her hot mouth. I held her head with my dick in her mouth until I had stopped shaking and the last few squirts had rinsed out her tonsils. She looked up at me with wild eyes, and I saw a stream of come leaking out from around my dick.
“Why don’t you swallow that?” I whispered to my beautiful cocksucker. “You’ve never drunk a man’s come, have you?” She shook her head. Again she looked at me with those blazing eyes and then gulped down my cream. It was difficult with my soft cock in the way, but after three gulps she managed to swallow it all (that’s a really neat feeling, by the way).
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked. She nodded, her arms wrapped around my waist to steady herself. “Better than your husband?” Again she nodded, this time with a muffled groan. “Would you like to do it again?” Another nod and groan, and she made no attempt to pull away.
“Mmmm,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to taste everything a man had to give, and I love it!” She put her fingers to her chin to wipe the last of the spilled jism into her mouth, but I asked her not to, to leave it there. By then I was hard again and began to slowly stroke my meat. She threw herself on my penis and began to fondle and lick it, and soon had it buried deep in her throat again. She was voracious! I surrendered myself to her hungry mouth and just stood there as she worked it in and out, up and down, making mewling noises deep in her throat until I exploded again. Again a few drops remained on her chin.
“Now please leave it there until you get to wherever you’re going,” I told her. She said I could count on it, and I helped her to her feet. I picked up her wet dress and walked her to her car. A truck went by and, as soon as we had a clear shot, I walked around to the driver’s door of her car and opened it for her so she could slide her naked ass behind the wheel. I tossed her dress into the backseat and bent to give her a good-bye kiss, realizing it was the first time we had kissed. I tweaked her left nipple and took one last finger-dive into her wet cunt. Then I brought my fingers to her lips and she licked them, thanking me for the experience.
The last I saw of her were her taillights fading down the road at a hundred miles an hour. I never knew her name, but I still have her panties hanging from my sun visor. Every time I drive down I-5 I look for her, but I know I’ll never see her again. Too bad. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to teaching her to drive my truck. She can do better than settle for a wimp.
SCREEN TESTES
My girlfriend and I are both very into sex and particularly enjoy masturbatory fantasies, which is one reason we really like to watch sex videos such as Oral Majority 1, 2 and 3, Nymphette, etc. We have often thought about doing some videos ourselves and recently got the chance. Since we both live in the San Francisco area and since most sex videos are shot either here or in Los Angeles, it was relatively easy to get linked up with a suitable video studio. Although not a full-length video, it was still quite fun.
We showed up at the photo studio and were met by a beautiful young lady who helped us fill out paperwork. Then she said she needed to interview us both before the shoot to make sure we were right for the parts. First she took Lisa into a room and asked her, among other things, if she knew these would be “wet sex” videos. The interviewer, whose name was Mary, explained that this referred to ejaculation by the male actor. She went on to explain that this involved the shooting of sperm on either the actress’s torso, breasts or tummy and that these are also referred to as “full relief” shots. In these shots the actor, who becomes very excited during foreplay, is encouraged—when he is ready—to let his pent-up semen rush to freedom and squirt out, splattering wherever it pleases.
Lisa explained to Mary that she was aware of all this, since she and I frequently rent sex videos. In fact, I was kind of amazed when Lisa candidly explained to Mary that scenes in videos—like that in The Brat, starring Jamie Summers—where there is lots of erotic talk between the actors and actresses, really turns us on. And (I was surprised she volunteered this) Lisa said she really enjoyed watching the semen squirt as the actors climaxed outside the actresses. To her, somehow the amount of semen ejaculated was a measure of the actor’s manliness and the sexual power of the actress.
By this time, Lisa’s nipples were beginning to harden and poke against the thin material of her top (I think Mary was aware of this). Anyway, after complimenting her on her beautiful body, Mary asked if she would mind taking off her top so Mary could examine her breasts. But first, Mary told Lisa, she wanted her to just stand there with her
sheer top on so Mary could observe her partially covered breasts. The top was so thin that Lisa’s full, medium-size breasts were visible to Mary, who commented that it looked like Lisa had nice, pointy, high-centered nipples with medium areolae. Lisa knew that it was important to impress Mary, so she offered to remove her top to provide a better look. Mary was very impressed and asked Lisa to touch her nipples so she could see them hard and erect. They were beautiful—pink, about a half inch long and a quarter inch in diameter—just like little penises crying out for stimulation.
Mary candidly asked Lisa if she realized what a delectable target her breasts would make for a swollen penis. Lisa smiled and admitted that my penis had splattered its three teaspoons of semen across her breasts many times. Mary smiled back and emphasized that the videos they were shooting called for copious male explosions on the actresses and that audiences very much enjoy watching wet climax shots. (I knew Lisa concurred one hundred percent!) Mary then told us that sex films had come a long way. Dialogue had become more important because it, too, stimulates the viewer. As a result, she explained, “There is much more erotic talk leading up to the wet climax shots. We want to tease the viewer to the max but also make him or her aware of the fact that the teasing always leads up to a wild, wet climax.” Mary pointed out that, since the advent of “safe sex,” masturbation has become well accepted, and that their aim was to help the viewer enjoy the masturbatory experience “just as he or she enjoys a fine meal.”
Well, Lisa and I agreed. Obviously very impressed with Lisa, Mary said she needed a quick peek at Lisa’s rear end and genitals. Lisa pulled her jeans down and stood there in her thin, almost transparent, panties. Mary admired the contour of Lisa’s tight little butt, but when Lisa turned around, Mary’s eyes lit up. Lisa’s skimpy panties were very wet! She was obviously quite excited—and she was a little embarrassed, too, that Mary was seeing her in this state. Mary just stood there wordlessly, her eyes virtually devouring my sexy Lisa.
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