He asked me to dance, and we got through a couple of songs before taking a break. I finally found Peter, who had been watching us dance with a big smile on his face. When I got over to him I kissed him and said, “I have been dancing with the sexiest man in the club!”
Peter smiled and said, “You’re telling the wrong guy. You should be telling him.”
“Okay, I will,” I said, and I went back to where Vincent was standing. We danced a few more numbers, and at one point I pulled his head down close to mine and said, “You’re so damn sexy!” Vincent just smiled and began to rub my ass. I got very turned on and moved closer to him, rubbing my body against his crotch. I got even hotter when I felt his cock grow hard against me.
I happened to make eye contact with Peter and I could tell he was loving every minute of it. I put my right hand down between us and gave Vincent’s cock a gentle squeeze. I got wet the instant I realized how big that cock was. After the song was over, I composed myself and went to find Peter. I kissed him again and told him I was now ready for “the next step.”
After arranging things with Peter, I went back to Vincent. I told him that I was from out of town and staying with Peter, who I said was an old college friend. I then said if he wanted to, we could go back to Peter’s house, where he and I could continue our party.
The three of us piled into the front seat of the car and took the short drive back to our place. Once inside, Peter went to make us drinks, while Vincent began to kiss me deeply and rub me all over. By the time Peter returned I was seated on the sofa with Vincent standing in front of me. I pulled his pants down and exposed his cock. I should tell you that I’m addicted to big cocks. Peter’s cock is fairly large, but it was obvious to me that Vincent’s was quite a bit longer than Peter’s, as well as somewhat thicker. For the first time I was almost intimidated by the power and size of a cock.
I started by sucking that cock as well as I could, and then went on to fuck that fantastic man until I erupted in countless orgasms. Peter watched and stroked himself, and he came along when Vincent and I went upstairs to continue fucking. I lost count of the number of times I came before we finally fell off to sleep.
Vincent woke me at about eight o’clock and asked if I could give him a ride to his friend’s apartment. It turned out that Vincent was married, and he was going to use his friend for an alibi, telling his wife he had stayed over there. I laughed, thinking how Vincent still didn’t know that Peter was my husband.
I drove Vincent to his friend’s place while Peter slept. Once we got there he invited me in. I knew I had to have him again, so I agreed. He made a quick phone call to his wife before taking me to the spare bedroom. I can’t count the number of times we fucked or how many times I came. But I can tell you that I didn’t get home till six o’clock that evening.
So now that I’ve taken “the next step,” Peter has never been happier. We fuck at least once a day, and often more than that, while talking about and replaying the events of that evening and the following day. And now that I’ve started, of course, we are looking forward to the next “next step.” And the one after that. And the one after that . . . —Name and address withheld
Pursuit & Capture
HE CAME TO THE PARTY AS A KNIGHT, BUT SHE SOON PIERCED HIS ARMOR
Last Halloween I was trying to decide if I should go to a party my friend Pete told me was being thrown by a group of people from his bicycling club. He said they were a fun party crowd but he also said he wasn’t going to be there, and I didn’t know most of them all that well. But I was recently divorced and didn’t feel like sitting home, so I finally decided to go. Since it was a costume party, I got a great idea and rented a big plastic suit-of-armor costume.
When I got to the party there were quite a few people there, most of them dancing. Feeling comfortably anonymous in my fake armor, I joined in. The costume was hot as hell and the visor on the mask made it hard to talk so I couldn’t really make conversation, which was fine with me. It was great checking out all the women and dancing with them without being recognized. Some of them were really good-looking too—especially the ones in the more revealing costumes—so I was having a pretty good time. Normally I’m shy around women, but I felt a little bolder in my crazy costume.
Eventually I took a break from dancing and was standing off to the side when an amazingly gorgeous woman in a cowgirl costume came walking up. She wore a tight white satin western shirt, a short denim skirt and expensive-looking black boots. Her legs were unbelievable, and so was the creamy cleavage offered by her half-unbuttoned blouse. Her black western hat emphasized bright sparkly eyes, and her brown hair was swirling around her shoulders as she sashayed over. I was surprised to find that she was actually coming over to talk to me!
“Who are you?” she said. “Do I know you? Come on, you have to tell me!” She got up on tiptoe and tried to look through the visor of my mask. “You have nice eyes, but I don’t recognize them,” she said. She started touching me all over, even running her hands up under my armor. “Obviously you work out, because you have nice pecs,” she smiled. “And your legs look great in those tights. So who are you?”
I was having too much fun fucking with her to satisfy her curiosity, so I just shook my head and made signs like it was all a big secret. Finally she gave up and got back to dancing. Her small round ass looked incredible in her skirt. I had to catch my breath because it’s not every day that I meet such a fabulous-looking woman, especially one who seemed to be so much fun.
I looked for an opportunity to get close to her again and saw my chance when she was walking to the bar. I didn’t know what to say, so I jumped into her path and said, “Hey, cowgirl!”
“It’s you!” she said. “Are you going to tell me your name now?”
“I’m Chris,” I said.
“I’m Dana. Where are you from?”
When I told her that I was from Scranton, she told me she’d been job-hunting in that area. “So if you find a job, will you move there?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. She gave me a beautiful smile, laughed and said yes. I didn’t want to let her get away yet, so I asked if she was into two-stepping, since she was dressed up as a cowgirl. She said yes, so I grabbed her and took her onto the dance floor, wondering where I was getting my courage.
The conversation moved from dancing to biking, and I mentioned that I was going on an upcoming bike trip with Pete. “I’ve been thinking about going along too,” Dana said. “Now that I know you’re going, I’ll definitely go!” That, combined with the way she looked at me, gave me quite an ego rush. We talked some more about biking, and then she gracefully excused herself to go talk to another group of people. As I watched, I noticed that one of the guys she was talking to seemed to be her date. That was pretty disappointing. I watched her for the rest of the night, but never got another chance to talk to her.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her on the drive home; my dick was hard for the entire ninety miles. I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up since it seemed like she already had a boyfriend and had probably just been a little drunk and flirty. But in spite of that, I found myself really looking forward to that bike trip.
During the following week I thought about Dana all the time. I wished I had gotten her last name, but I knew that even it I had, I’d be too shy to call her. So imagine my surprise when I opened up an e-mail one day and found a message from her! It turned out that she’d gotten my e-mail address from Pete. She said it had been great to meet me at the party, made a few inconsequential comments about the people there and asked if I had any advice about job-hunting in my area. She closed by asking if I was still going on the bike trip, adding that it would be great to see me out of my costume! I couldn’t tell if she was joking around or flirting with me. I hoped it was the latter.
I replied to her e-mail saying I’d be happy to help with the job hunt and getting her some addresses and phone numbers. Then I made a cautiously flirtatious comment about getting out of my co
stume. Now I had an excuse to e-mail her again: asking how the job hunt was going. I ended up being even more excited about the bike trip.
When the weekend of the trip finally arrived I went to the campsite where everyone was going to meet, trying hard to keep my expectations in check and just have fun. When I saw Dana standing next to her bike, wearing a red T-shirt and black bike shorts, my heart started racing. Her body was absolutely amazing. She was in great athletic shape, but still curvy and sexy. When she swung her leg over the bike and I got a view of her ass perched up on the seat, I was sure I’d come in my shorts. Fortunately, my friend Pete distracted me by talking about which trail we were going on. By the time we took off, she was already gone with another group. I hoped a good hard ride would take my mind off the situation.
After an intense ride, we returned to the campsite. I’d met some nice new people and had a great time. Pete and I set up our tents and after grilling some dinner, everyone settled down around the bonfire. I found Dana sitting next to the same guy she’d been with at the party. The disappointment hit me like a knife in the gut but I recovered pretty quickly and started talking to the people around me. I was determined to have a good time.
Later that night I was sitting near the fire, leaning back against a tree stump and almost dozing off, when Dana appeared in front of me. She looked great in a red sweatshirt, her cheeks pink from the fire and eyes shining. “Hey, Chris, how are you?” she grinned. “Are you having fun on this trip?” She sat down next to me and we started talking about everything from biking to jobs to families. It was amazingly easy to talk to her, and soon we were laughing like old friends. At one point she stretched herself and mentioned that her back was sore from biking. Without thinking I started massaging her neck and shoulders. She moaned with pleasure and said, “How do you know just where it hurts? You’re fantastic. I just might sit here all night!”
That was nice to hear, and of course touching her really turned me on. I was aching to reach around and caress her tits. When everyone got up and started to head for their tents Dana said goodbye, squeezing my shoulder and giving me a look I didn’t quite understand as she left. I didn’t see which tent she went to, but I figured it was one she was sharing with her boyfriend. I went to my own tent and crawled into my sleeping bag, horny and frustrated.
I woke up later that night and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw that Dana had found her way into my tent! At first I thought I was dreaming, but after rubbing my eyes I saw that she was still there. I sat up slowly when she dropped to her knees next to my sleeping bag, motioning me to keep quiet. “I had to see you, to be with you,” she whispered. “I just can’t stop thinking about you. It started even before I knew what you looked like.”
She unzipped her jacket and let it fall to the ground, revealing gorgeous tits that were a soft, sexy creamy-white in the dim light of the tent. I reached out and ran my fingertips over her stiffening nipples. They immediately hardened into tight little buds. I got up on my knees, put my hands around her waist and kissed her deeply, drinking in the taste of her. Her tongue danced around mine. It felt like sparks were shooting through us.
I bent my head and tasted each luscious nipple. Dana’s head fell back as she sighed with pleasure, running her hands through my hair. Dana started pulling my shorts off, and I helped her. I slid my hands down over her tight ass, squeezing it through the bike shorts, then slipped my fingers under the waistband and slowly peeled the shorts down past her knees. She lay back on my sleeping bag so I could get them off.
My prayers had been answered. She had a beautiful shaved pussy. I gently moved her thighs apart and plunged my tongue between her silky pussy lips. She sucked in her breath as she muffled a scream. I nearly screamed myself, she tasted so delicious. It was only seconds before her gorgeous body was convulsing wildly in my arms, and she whispered urgently, “Hurry, please. I have to feel you inside me!”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I rammed my prick into a slick sheath so tight that I almost lost it right away. Her hips began to move up and down, her long legs wrapping around my ass, her nails raking down my back. With my cock buried inside her, I stopped moving for a moment and looked into her wide-open eyes. “I dreamed about this,” she whispered hotly. “This is even better than I thought it would be.” Our lips came together forcefully, and I started fucking her again in a hot, wild frenzy. After a while I paused long enough to roll her onto her belly, then pulled her up on her knees so I could sink myself into that sweet cunt from behind. We fucked like crazy, her firm round ass pushing against my hips, my balls brushing against her clit. As her climax hit her she started bucking spasmodically and moaning my name over and over. That’s when I came, trying not to pass out from the force of it, burying myself even deeper inside her while she rocked against me. We collapsed and held each other tightly, without speaking.
Finally she pulled away and said she had to leave. “I want to see you again,” she said. “I don’t know when it will be, but I’ll find a way.” I didn’t say anything as I watched her get dressed. She gave me a long kiss good-bye and slipped out into the night.
I sure hope it isn’t too long before she calls, because that was the best night of my life, and I suspect it’ll be even better next time. I might even get her to forget about that boyfriend. At least I’m going to try.—C.K., Scranton, Pennsylvania
SHE WANTS TO HAVE A FANTASY FUCK WITH HER FANTASY LOVER OVER AND OVER
I’m a horny thirty-year-old female who’s been fucking a real hot twenty-year-old for a while. I like my men rough around the edges, and he has plenty of edge even though he’s really fair with a blond brush cut. We met at a local jazz and blues bar where he works sometimes as a bartender or barback. From what I understand he gets more head from working at that bar than most guys manage to get from their wives or girlfriends. Just thinking about him getting his cock sucked in the back room makes my pussy cream and leaves me incredibly horny. In fact, thinking about him any time gives me tremors of pleasure and desire I’ve never felt before. The idea of some other lucky girl sucking his cock doesn’t really make me jealous, even though if I can’t be the one giving him head I at least want the chance to watch him get it!
He lives three houses away and walks by my place on his way downtown almost every day. He’s so hot that just seeing him walk past my front window can get me wet! I haven’t seen him in a while and even though he knows I live here he still hasn’t “popped in” on his own yet, either. Actually I’m moist most of the time anyway, but it helps when the stimulation comes from something other than my own fingers.
I plan to go dancing Friday night and I want to lure him back to my place. I’m going to wear my black teddy, my black miniskirt and black seamed stockings. That might work, because he watches me sometimes when I’m at the bar and he likes to watch me flirt. I’ve caught him eavesdropping on my conversations with men too, which is also a turn-on. But the fact that nobody in the bar knows I’m fucking him is what excites me the most about our relationship.
There are so many things that I want to do with him, to him and for him. One of my favorite fantasies about him involves a little bit of bondage because he told me one night that he likes to get a little kinky once in a while. I want to use my stockings to tie his hands together and then tie his arms to the frame of my bed.
The things I anticipate most about having my young hardbody blindfolded and tied to my bed are the pleasures I’ll get from licking my way around his body and the anticipation it will create in him. Stroking his cock is almost orgasmic for me. I love his cock. Sucking, licking, touching and stroking it is one of the great pleasures of my life. Size is not the most important thing about a guy’s prick but it helps if it’s a little on the large size, and with my little dish I’ve experienced the perfect cock. I’d suck it right now if it were put in my face.
I’ve found that gently licking the inner thighs while grabbing his ass makes him twitch and squirm very nicely. One of the most pleasurab
le sex acts is taking his cock in my mouth, twirling my tongue around the tip, wrapping my lips around his hardness and putting him deep in my throat until he comes all over my tongue. I can’t wait to swallow his sweetness. And believe me, he’s sweet. My pussy aches so much I get close to climaxing myself just by tasting him.
He’ll fuck me again soon, I hope. At twenty he can keep his beautiful cock hard for hours and hours, long enough for several condoms to work their way out of their packages and get put to very good use! No sooner will I have his wonderful cock out of his pants than I will climb on top and ride him. I can almost feel his hands on my ass right now, pushing and thrusting deep inside me, my fingers massaging my clit, until finally I climax, the explosion surging through my body. My legs are practically twitching just thinking about it!
I hope you’ve all gotten some pleasure from my fantasy evening with my wonderful young lover. I know I’ve enjoyed writing about it and I most certainly will enjoy making it a reality some day soon. I could fuck this guy every day for the rest of my life.—Name and address withheld
HE FRAMES THIS SEXUAL ADVENTURE WITH A LESSON IN FINE ART
I first met Karla at a social gathering back in 1999. I was immediately attracted to the tall, slim brunette, who as it turns out was only twenty-nine years old, twelve years younger than myself. She had a cute smile and sweet personality and seemed to click with everyone, myself included. We found ourselves in a deep conversation about Italian Renaissance art, a subject that she was studying as part of an advanced teaching degree. Being an artist myself, I had lots of interesting things to say on the topic, which seemed to impress her very much.
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