A GIRL CALLED SPIKE
When I was twenty, I used to ride with a gang of bikers. We had a ball, partying every night until the sun rose. Biker parties are the best—there’s always plenty of wild chicks running around.
I’m not a bad-looking man, but I am honest enough to admit that I’m not every chick’s fantasy come to life either. I’m five foot seven, weigh almost two hundred pounds, have brown hair and brown eyes. I rode a Harley back then and, believe me, no woman ever came between me and my bike.
Anyway, at one party I was introduced to a woman named Jeannie. Jeannie, at the time, was thirty-one and built like a goddess. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes and weighed about one hundred twenty pounds. She was only five feet tall. Everybody called her Spike for some reason.
After someone introduced us, she stuck to me like glue. I didn’t mind. She was hot.
Later that night Jeannie and I, along with a couple of friends, decided to head out to a concert. As the night wore on, I became quite attached to Jeannie. We started talking as if we were old friends, even though we had known each other only a short while. The concert ended and we all got ready to split. I kissed her, and we promised to meet at an upcoming party.
That Friday night, when I arrived at Stinkin’ Steve’s house for the party, I was surprised to find that there were about forty guys and only six women there. Jeannie was one of them. It took all of ten seconds before the two of us were seriously making out.
The party got into swing real quick. Beer flowed like water. We also had Jack Daniel’s and Wild Turkey. Nice, thick joints were passed around.
Jeannie and I were sitting on the small couch near the corner, and we were getting friendly. I noticed at that time that all the other women were nowhere to be found. I paid no attention since I had Jeannie.
At about six that night, Jeannie told me to follow her. We headed toward one of the back bedrooms. While we were on our way, we could hear loud moaning coming from another bedroom. We looked in and saw the three women and a group of guys going at it like there was no tomorrow. We watched for a while and received quite a sight, but soon grew more interested in each other.
I have to tell you, this woman was a fireball of passion. Now, I’m no John Holmes, as I’ve stated earlier, but I think I am more than able to please a woman. As soon as we were behind the closed door, Jeannie was on the floor fighting to remove my clothes. All I could do was sit back and enjoy. She quickly had my cock so far down her throat, I was amazed. While working on my cock, she slipped out of her top. I don’t think it took her more than one minute to get fully undressed.
I was still dressed, with my cock hanging out of my fly. I told her to stop for a second so that I could get out of the rest of my clothes.
We got into a 69. I must say, she had one of the sweetest cunts I have ever tasted. She worked on me for a good twenty minutes before allowing me to come. And when I did, she shoved my cock all the way down her throat so she could get every drop.
She was smiling after that. I pulled her down onto her back, crawled on top and went to work sucking her cunt. She started moaning and telling me to fuck her already. Well, I believe in making a woman happy, so I quickly agreed. I got on top and slid my cock into her as slowly as possible. I didn’t think she would ever stop coming. Her legs shot up over my shoulders. Once she had settled down I used long, slow strokes.
We must have been screwing for a solid hour before I could feel my orgasm approaching. I slowed down so that she could catch up to me. It was great when we exploded together.
It seemed only a few minutes had passed before she grabbed my cock and pulled me up onto her chest. She placed my cock between her tits. I began thrusting back and forth. Jeannie sucked the tip of my cock. She really enjoyed getting tit-fucked. When I finally came in her mouth, it was great! Jeannie thought so too, since she licked my cock clean.
We went back and joined everyone else. Soon the party really got going. Everybody got fucked up and ripped their clothes off. It was like an indoor nudist camp. Then Jeannie told me she was going to the bathroom.
About forty-five minutes went by. I started getting head from this one chick, so I didn’t notice time slip by. Then someone called to me from one of the bedrooms. When I stepped into the bedroom. I got a real shock. There was my Jeannie, on the bed with legs stretched back so that her ankles were on her shoulders. She was fucking herself with a thick black dildo. When she realized how many guys were in the bedroom watching her, she told us to gather around the bed. She got on all fours, without removing the dildo, and started sucking and licking our cocks one at a time.
I don’t think there was a limp cock in the house. Everybody wanted Jeannie. So without further delay, I reached down and pulled the dildo from her cunt. She moaned loudly. While one guy was getting his stick licked, I crawled up behind her and slid into a cunt that was so hot I thought my cock was going to burn off. I didn’t want to come just then, so I pulled out and worked my cockhead up and down her slit to get her even hotter. I spit on my cock and slowly worked it back in. She was quite tight for a woman who seemed to enjoy fucking so much.
As I slowly stroked in and out of her, she pulled her lips away from the cock she was sucking. Her mouth was full of come, as the guy had orgasmed between her lips. After swallowing the guy’s load, she turned her head and told me to take my time because she wanted me to last the entire ride.
She hung her head over the edge of the bed and resumed sucking cock as if she was born to it. While she was doing this, one of the other guys got on her and fucked her tits. She held them together to help him. All that time I was fucking her cunt like a battering ram. I must have been on the verge of coming about five different times, but each time I stopped and waited for the approaching orgasm to melt away.
So, there I was, fucking sweet Jeannie’s pussy and watching the action happening around me. She had a cock in her mouth and one between her tits. When the guy fucking her mouth was about to explode, she yanked him out and jerked him off, adding his load onto her chest. It was a sight to see!
She finally took the last cock between her lips. It didn’t take him more than five minutes to come. When she realized she’d finished them all, she told them to leave the room so she could be alone with me. I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least!
When they were all gone, she got on her hands and knees and told me to keep right on fucking her. While I did that, Jeannie grabbed the Wild Turkey and started licking the neck of the bottle. I reached around and played with her tits. I love nothing more than a set of large, firm tits. Her tits met all the requirements, with nipples as hard as rocks. It was then I realized why they called her Spike. It was because her nipples were like spikes.
I was reaching another orgasm. Jeannie started whimpering as I shot my load. When I was spent, I pulled out. Jeannie took my cock in her mouth and sucked it back to life. When I finally got hard again, I told her to sit on my cock and ride me. She did so, riding me as if she were a jockey. At one point she leaped so high my wet cock flopped out. Then she leaned over and put her tits right in my face and told me to suck her nipples. She told me to let her know when I was going to come, because she wanted it in her mouth.
When we finished, it took us twenty minutes to clean up in the shower. I’m glad I met Jeannie. To this day she and I are happy together. She doesn’t mess around as much as she used to, but when she wants to, I allow it. There is nothing like a big-titted woman to show a man what fucking is all about. Whoever said more than a mouthful is a waste didn’t know what he was talking about.
MORE THAN A MOUTHFUL
I have always been excited by women with large breasts. My wife Angie keeps me more than happy in this department.
Angie’s best friend is Julia. They shared a room back when they were in college. Julia has breasts of truly astounding proportions. She never dated much as far as I could tell. The thought of those tits not giving or receiving pleasure truly disappointed me.
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br /> Julia and I used to have fairly explicit discussions about sex and masturbation. I never thought I’d ever get to enjoy her delights.
About a year after we graduated from college, Julia came to town to see a play with us. To avoid the late-night drive home, she asked if she could spend the evening with us. We, of course, agreed.
After spending an enjoyable evening at the theater, we went back to the house. My wife was working the night shift that week, so she changed clothes and left. Julia and I were alone as we prepared to retire.
I realized that this was my big chance. I got out the vibrator I’d given my wife last Christmas and went into the living room. Julia, clad in only a long flannel shirt, was lounging on the couch writing in her diary.
“Remember those discussions we had in college, when you were wondering whether it was okay to masturbate?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you masturbate?”
“Oh, yes. It’s quite enjoyable, to say the least.”
“Glad to hear you say that. May I ask what you’ve used?” As I said, our previous discussions were pretty straightforward, so even this frank question didn’t faze her in the slightest.
“Not too much. I usually just use my fingers.” she casually replied.
“Ever try a vibrator?”
Julia’s eyebrows raised. I could see she was interested. Then she asked, “Why? Do you have one?”
“Funny you should ask . . .” I sat beside her on the couch and let her examine the toy for a little while. Then I showed her how to turn it on.
“It can be used on any part of the body,” I remarked. I pressed it against the side of one of her breasts and gently ran it up and down. Even through the flannel shirt it stimulated her. She tensed and drew back. As calmly as I could, I told her to relax and allow the demonstration to give her the full effect. She thought a minute, then shrugged. She rested her head back on the couch and let me continue. Soon I was caressing her nipples with the vibrator’s golden tip. I was dying to pull her shirt off so that I could finally see those huge white globes of quivering flesh.
Julia immensely enjoyed what I was doing to her. I put my hand on her knee and tried to pull her legs apart. She tensed up again. It took a little coaxing and reassuring, but I was finally able to convince her that there was nothing wrong with what we were doing, that it was simply good, clean fun between good friends. She spread her legs, and I ran the buzzing vibrator along her inner thighs. I worked my way upward and began to rub her pussy through her panties.
By now Julia was enjoying herself without reservation. She placed her hand over mine and helped guide the vibrator. I knew I had it made. I reached up with my free hand and squeezed her large, heaving breasts. I held the firm flesh through her shirt and bra and rolled her nipples between my fingers. When I suggested she get comfortable so we could do the job right, she raised her hips and pulled her panties off. I unbuttoned her shirt and helped her off with it. From behind her, I undid the hooks that held her bra tight, then slowly lifted the cups off the huge twin globes.
I watched in awe as her giant white tits flopped down onto her tummy, then rolled off to each side of her chest as she lay down on the couch. I picked up the vibrator again, wet it in my mouth and placed it on her bare pussy. She gasped and arched her back at the contact. I worked the vibrator around the opening of her pussy for a while, occasionally touching her clitoris. Finally I pushed the tool inside her. She let out a soft, low moan, then placed her hand over mine and helped me bury it inside her to the hilt.
Then she took over, slowly moving the vibrator in and out of her hungry pussy. I stroked her thighs briefly, then concentrated on those huge, delicious breasts that had enchanted me for so many years.
Julia continued working on herself with the vibrator while I buried my face between her tits, luxuriating in the feeling of having the soft, smooth flesh press against each side of my face.
All this time she continued to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She was working her way toward one monster of an orgasm. When her climax hit, she let out a scream and jammed the vibrator deep into her cunt. I pressed my fingers deep into the soft flesh of her hot tits. As her spasms subsided, I relaxed my grip and started tenderly kneading and stroking her tits. She turned the vibrator off and slowly pulled it out. She opened her eyes, looked at me and said, “Wow. What a kick. Thanks.”
“I thought you’d like it. Now, while you’re recovering, I have another question for you. Have you ever watched a man masturbate?”
My cock felt like it was about to burst. My balls felt swollen and heavy. I just had to get off somehow.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to watch a man jerk off,” Julia said thoughtfully. “If you feel like demonstrating, go right ahead.”
I quickly shed my pajamas and stretched out on the floor. I reached down, stroked my hard prick with one hand and rubbed my balls with the other. I kept my eyes on Julia’s plump, naked body, explaining that I’d never jerked off in front of a woman before. My tempo gradually increased. Julia started fingering her clit and rubbing her big tits while intently watching me jerk off.
She sat down beside me. I moved my head onto her lap. While I continued my demonstration, I stroked, squeezed and nibbled her tits, which were hanging down onto my face. Julia pitched in by rubbing my chest and thighs while continuing to watch my hand pumping away.
As my orgasm approached, I slowed my tempo and warned Julia to watch. The closer I got, the slower I stroked. Soon I had the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. Big spurts of come shot three feet into the air, landing on my stomach and chest. A few drops even splattered Julia’s breasts. She curiously lifted each breast and licked the drops. I couldn’t tell from her expression whether or not she liked the taste.
I got up and started to pull my clothes on.
“It certainly has been an enjoyable, educational evening,” she said. “Mind if I keep the vibrator?”
After what we’d just been through, how could I refuse? I invited her to spend the night with me.
I set the alarm to go off an hour before my wife returned from work. That would leave Julia plenty of time to return to the couch. We settled down to sleep. She lay with her back to me. I gently cupped her breasts.
I bought a new vibrator the next day, before my wife had a chance to notice her old one was missing. To this day, I wonder what Julia ended up writing in her diary that night.
THE WIDOW MAKER
Last night a very strange yet touching thing happened to me. I boarded a flight at O’Hare Airport in Chicago on my way to a business trip in San Francisco. Next to me, in the window seat, was an attractive older woman who, I later learned, was sixty-one years old. I have always found women of all ages attractive. I enjoy checking out ladies in their fifties just as much as those who, like me, are in their twenties. I noticed that she had a trim figure, a well-endowed chest and wonderful legs—and she was dressed entirely in black. I started to read a book, but heard her crying. So I put my book down and asked what was wrong.
The woman apologized for distracting me and said she couldn’t help crying. She introduced herself as Arlene and went on to explain that her husband had just died after a long bout with cancer. She was returning from burying him at his family’s plot in New York. I encouraged her to talk, thinking that this might make her feel better, and by the time we began our descent into San Francisco, Arlene and I were chatting like old friends.
I noticed that she had slipped her shoes off. To someone with a foot fetish, such as me, it resulted in an instant erection. The sight of this widow’s shapely feet and well-manicured toes encased in sheer, black hose was driving me wild.
By the time we landed I was quite heated up. Arlene and I deplaned with the rest of the passengers and picked up our luggage. She told me she couldn’t bear to spend that first night at home without her husband, so I suggested she get a room in the hotel where I was staying. She thought it was a good idea, a
nd we took a cab there together.
Unfortunately, upon arriving we learned that the hotel was booked up. The desk clerk called around,. but all the area hotels were full due to a convention. I offered Arlene my room and told her I’d sleep in the lobby. She thanked me, but said she would only accept if I stayed in the room. I insisted that she take the bed, and I offered to sleep on the floor. She agreed to go upstairs and said, “We’ll settle the sleeping arrangements later.”
We took turns showering. I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Arlene was making up a bed for herself on the floor. My cock stiffened at the sight of her in a short robe, cut well above the knee. A vision of her lovely legs wrapped around my waist flashed through my mind.
Arlene and I haggled some more over who would sleep where, until I finally convinced her to take the bed. She did so, and I curled up on the floor. Once under the blanket, I pulled off my towel and tried to get comfortable. I watched Arlene walk to the bed and turn out the light. The drapes weren’t fully closed, and thanks to the light coming into the room I caught a glimpse of Arlene as she untied her robe and let it drop to the floor. I was surprised to see that she, too, was naked! With wide eyes I watched her firm ass and legs as she pulled down the blankets. As she eased herself between the sheets, I got a good look at her full, mature breasts. I drifted off to sleep and was soon having erotic dreams involving the widow sleeping naked only a few feet from me.
Sometime during the night I awoke and stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. Still half asleep, I automatically went to the bed and started to pull back the sheets to get in. I saw Arlene’s sleeping form in the bed and suddenly remembered the circumstances. I was about to drop the sheets and return to my bed on the floor when Arlene muttered in her sleep, “Ted, stop standing there and get into bed. You’re making me cold.” Ted, as I recalled from our conversation on the plane, was her deceased husband.
Arlene then reached out, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bed. I settled down between the sheets, determined to slip out as soon as she was fully asleep again. However, Arlene prevented my escape by rolling into my arms with her head on my chest and one leg wrapped around mine.
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