When we got back to my place, I poured us a couple of glasses of wine and we sat back on my leather couch to talk a bit. After our third glass we began a little foreplay, and soon we had taken all of our clothes off, and once again I got ready to enter her warm, wet cunt. That time I lasted quite a bit longer, maybe twenty minutes, before I blasted her pussy full of come. When we had come she told me that I was fucking her deeper than any man had ever gone. After my spurts subsided she held me tight, not wanting to let go.
As I pulled my cock from her dripping cunt I looked up and saw my roommate Howie watching us. I didn’t know what else to do, so I introduced them. “How long were you standing there, Howie?” I asked.
“Long enough to watch the two of you come,” he replied as he sat down. “Can I have some of that?”
“It’s up to Marian,” I shrugged.
Marian, lying on the couch, reached out her arms and gladly embraced him. Marian then stood up and helped Howie get undressed. As Howie lay down on the couch, Marian climbed on and straddled his cock. He didn’t seem to mind all the come dripping down on it as she slid all the way down to his nuts. Howie’s a real fuck nut (he doesn’t have my size, but he has staying power). Marian grabbed hold of my shrinking dick and began sucking the juices that glazed it. It didn’t take me long to regain my hardness. After a while Howie started moaning and pulled her all the way down on his cock, squirmed his hips and flooded her cunt, spraying her with his sperm. She pulled my cock from her lips, her eyes rolled back and she began to moan as her own orgasm began to kick in. As she finished coming, I thought Howie would pull out, but instead he began pumping her again.
I let them fuck for awhile and went to fetch another glass of wine. When I returned about ten minutes later, Howie was shooting his come in her one more time! It was unusual for me, but soon I had another rise. She sat me down on the couch, finished my glass of wine in a couple of swallows and squatted on my cock again.
That time Howie went for a drink, and left us alone. He had gotten off twice with Marian, I was on my third time, and don’t forget that there were two before me. I knew by then that Marian’s pussy must be getting sore. I popped a wad inside her one more time as she started to tell me she was coming. I didn’t think it was possible, but her cunt muscles sucked up my dick juice. When she finally called it a night, I could see that our come was all over my couch. Marian got a big smile on her face and grabbed her panties, wiped it all up and slipped them back on along with her shorts. She was some girl!—T.M., Detroit, Michigan
A YOUNG MAN FINDS THAT THE OLDER THEY ARE, THE SEXIER THEY ARE
All my life I’ve been attracted to older women. A few years ago I had the pleasure of meeting a very unsatisfied housewife named Vivian. I was twenty-five years old at the time and she was just about to turn forty. She was a gorgeous woman who not only looked fifteen years younger than her age but also had a body to match, as well as long brown hair, big brown eyes and a very small, curvaceous body. The sex between us was fantastic.
A couple of months into our affair I was working the evening shift at a local hospital. As I was nearing the end of my shift, Vivian walked in. The second I saw her, my penis began to stiffen inside my scrubs. She came up to me and, noticing the bulge that was starting in my pants, started softly kissing me. As our kiss got more passionate, I could feel my penis growing harder.
Not being able to control myself, I took Vivian by the hand and took her down the back hallway, which led to a lot of empty rooms—and a lot of empty beds. Since it was pretty late at night, I knew we’d definitely be alone.
When the door closed we renewed our kiss and started to take off each other’s clothes. Vivian always had unbelievable taste in undergarments and much to my pleasure, she didn’t disappoint me. She was wearing a see-through underwire bra that showed off her large tits very nicely and panties that were to die for.
Once she had my pants off, she was down on her knees in front of me. At first she gently kissed and stroked my penis until it was fully erect. Then she became the sexual animal I knew and loved. What had started off nice and slow soon became much faster and more intense. She opened her mouth all the way and deep-throated me the way she knows I like. I felt my balls tighten as I fucked her face, but I didn’t want to waste my hard-on coming in her mouth.
I stood her up and moved my hand between her legs. Her moisture engulfed my fingers and I eased them in and out of her pussy. The way she was moaning, I knew she was ready. Without saying a word, I led her to the counter and bent her over it.
I put one hand onto the small of her back and guided my penis into her. I knew that it wouldn’t take long for either of us to come as I thrust in and out of her with short, quick strokes, pushing myself balls-deep every time. I couldn’t hold back any more and I deposited my load into her wet, velvety pussy. As soon as I exploded, it set her off into multiple orgasms. I slid my penis out of her and could see my semen dripping slowly down her legs.
Unfortunately my beeper went off and I had to get to an emergency and she had to get back to her husband. Our affair lasted for a year before she decided to stay with her old man, but in that time I had some of the best sexual experiences a man could hope for.—M.P., Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey
HIS JERK-OFF FANTASY BECOMES A REAL LIFE LESSON IN LUST
Lying in bed one morning, I roll over on my back and my hands wend their way down to my cock. I take my soft penis lovingly between my fingers and prepare myself to find ecstasy. My organ awakens and rises to my touch. This change, from soft to hard, is always magical and wondrous.
While I pleasure myself, my (very) friendly neighbor Charlotte drops by for an unannounced visit. Instead of knocking, she peeks through an open window to see if I’m home. She pushes the lace curtains aside to see me in bed and notices my comforter moving up and down with a familiar rhythm. Charlotte has two younger brothers, so she can guess what I’m doing under my quilt. The look on my face and the sound of the headboard thumping against the wall confirms her suspicions.
Not knowing that she’s outside my window, I only pay attention to what I’m doing under the covers. Deep in thought and pleasure, my mind is oblivious to what is going on around me. With a clenched fist, I use long, slow, steady up and down strokes, from glans to base, up, then down, again and again, each stroke feeling better and better as I get increasingly more excited.
While my right hand’s stroking, my left is free to roam. I busily pet my pubes, fondle my ball sac, caress my torso and tweak my nipples. My pleasuring is sweet and constant For the time being, daily chores like paying bills and doing laundry are long forgotten. My desire for release replaces my dull routine.
I begin to feel familiar tingling sensations in my groin letting me know I’m going to come. These sensations radiate outward from somewhere deep inside my body. Not wanting to orgasm yet, I slow down my pace.
Meanwhile, Charlotte slips in through an unlocked kitchen door and appears at my bedside. Working as quiet as a mouse, she stands off to the side and lurks in the shadows, wanting to see what I’m doing but afraid to let me know she’s there.
Suddenly she leaps forward and pulls off the quilt. The morning air feels refreshing on my sex. Pulling back the covers reveals my pale torso and the noises my hand and cock are making.
Opening my eyes, I’m surprised to see that I’ve got a guest at my bedside. “Charlotte!” I scream, trying to cover my nakedness. She smiles, then leans over to plant a kiss on the end of my glans. Her lips leave their mark, the smooth crown of my penis coated with red lipstick. I keep pumping away, but don’t know how to react to my visitor.
Caught in the midst of doing something so private paralyzes me with embarrassment. I stop. My organ quickly softens and droops. “Don’t stop,” she giggles. “I want to watch you.”
I smile nervously and begin stroking myself again. My soft organ stiffens and sprouts skyward.
“I stopped by to see if you wanted to go for a hike with me,” she says, �
�but this is way better than a hike.” I’m still stroking myself when Charlotte loosens my fist and peels my fingers one by one from around my shaft.
“Oh yes,” I breathe in a whisper as Charlotte takes my hands and pushes them aside. Staring down at my penis, she says admiringly, “You have a lovely organ.” Curiously, she holds on to my erection. Lovingly, she strokes it. Then she leans down and licks along my pee slit and around the sensitive underside of the head. Her feathery tongue causes my ruby helmet to flare out. Watching my face and throbbing cock, she senses I’m on the verge of coming and stops licking. She quickly wraps two fingers around the base and squeezes tight. Her fingers pause to sift through the thatch of dark curls at the top of my thighs. She stops masturbating me only long enough to play with my thick mat of tangled pubes. Licking a path up my hairy chest, she stops at my nipples. She licks a small circle around one, then blows a stream of warm breath on it. Her touch is electric and feels nice!
Sweeping her tongue across my nipples, they wrinkle and harden. My rosy areolae pucker, my soft nipples turn erect like little raisins. Tweaking one tender nipple between her fingers, then the other, sends a thrilling jolt through me. When she sucks them I again feel like I’m about to come. I pull her face towards mine and kiss her sweetly on the lips. She pushes her tongue in my mouth and kisses me back hard.
Plunging her tongue past my teeth, she swirls it expertly around the inside of my mouth and giggles when I tickle her gums with my tongue. She sticks her tongue into my mouth. I suck it hard before finally letting it go.
Finding the swollen package between my legs, her dainty fingers fondle the contents of my ball sac. Five red-nailed fingers probe my testicles. She squeezes my swollen nuts.
“God, yes,” I pant each time she squeezes them. Charlotte smiles sweetly and squeezes again, stopping only when I moan. She lifts my sac in her palm as if to weigh the contents and lovingly examines the reddish skin and the bristly hairs, feeling the wonder of my treasure hidden inside. “I love your balls,” she says.
Charlotte finds my tube of lube on the floor. She drizzles the sticky liquid onto my ball sac and watches intently as it runs slowly down between my legs. I beckon her to coat my body with more lubrication. I feel the cool lube ooze deep into my crack. Gently easing my legs apart, she slips her slick, slippery fingers past my balls to my anus. She begins rubbing around the rim of my tightly puckered flesh, pressing inward, harder and harder and with increasing determination until she feels it blossoming open.
Breaking through the tight ring of muscle, her slender finger pops into a thick softness. I draw in a deep breath and try to hold still, but I can’t help bucking my hips back and forth as my flesh milks her finger and beckons it deeper inside me.
Probing this sensitive area, the tip of her finger finds my sweet spot, the prostate. My soft butt mounds quiver against her small palm. I’ve never been done quite this way before, I want to tell her, but I keep quiet and concentrate on the feeling.
She lets go of my cock and we watch in awe as my swollen organ falls back against my belly with an audible slap. I watch my cock pulsate and throb and I desperately want to grab hold of it. But Charlotte pushes my hand away and says, “No! Don’t touch it yet!”
Her intense anal stimulation makes my erection swell even more. My cock skin turns taut and glossy with a healthy crimson hue. The veins along the top match the rhythm of my beating heart. Drops of clear fluid dribble out my pee slit and slither down my shaft. My head is spinning from an overload of sensual pleasure. The intense pressure that’s built up inside me has got to be released. I’m straining for a climax.
“Charlotte, let me come,” I beg, “please!” She doesn’t say a word in response, she merely nods her head. Then Charlotte wiggles her finger inside me even faster. She’s rubbing the walnut-sized organ nonstop so I can climax. I’m rocking my hips in anticipation of my upcoming orgasm.
Watching my face contort and my hips sway out of control, she knows the time is near. My penis quivers and, without even being touched, erupts like a volcano. Waves of semen are released into the air. My screams of pleasure are mixed with jets of semen. Charlotte holds my penis while I’m spurting to direct the jetting seed to land on my pubes. When I’m done, Charlotte tugs her slender finger from my snug anal opening. “You came hard,” she says, rubbing the warm, sticky deposits into the flesh of my tummy.
She goes to the bathroom and returns promptly with a warm washcloth to wipe the sticky goo off me. Basking in my afterglow, she says, “Do me now.”
“Yes, dear, I will,” I assure her.
I reach up to the neckline of her gauzy blouse and tug it open hard. The buttons snap off easily as my fingers march down the front of her blouse. In seconds the material is torn open and drapes around her waist.
Her full breasts look pale against the dark bronze skin of her torso. Pinkish areolae appear to glow while held captive inside the cups of her sheer, frilly bra. I can no longer resist temptation and drop my head down to tongue the center of each breast. I do the right one, then the other. “Lick me! Lick me!” she moans. Under the spell of my tongue, she throws her head from side to side and sighs contentedly.
Her nipples pucker and harden like cherry pits under my tongue. She leans back and I notice that I’ve left a trail of wet marks zigzagging across the front of her bra.
Yanking the bra’s front snap, I set her confined breasts free and they spill out into my hands. My fingers tenderly trace a path around her tits, then down her sleek belly, stopping at the top of her jeans. Charlotte kicks off her shoes and sets about getting out of her tight pants. Leaning on me, she steps out of her jeans, then slips off her panties.
I see her pussy is covered with a wispy, blonde patch of pubic hair. I want her, but I’m not sure where I should begin. As if reading my mind, Charlotte spreads her legs and parts the lips of her cunt to give me a glimpse inside.
“Now touch yourself, Charlotte,” I urge. She willingly slides a bony finger up inside to stroke her clit. Her head falls back and loud moans tumble from her lips. She withdraws her moist finger, then wiggles it to call me to her.
“Come here,” she says, pointing to her pussy. I nuzzle up to her vagina, the lips slick with anticipation. She pulls my head forward, her hard clit hanging down, and places my tongue snugly into position.
I lick gently all around her love button and tongue her up one side and down the other. Wound up to her point of no return, my tongue attacks her clit with a barrage of steady flicks.
“Make me come!” she squeals. Her slippery juices pour freely from her cunny and onto my waiting, welcoming face. Charlotte rocks her hips back and form to the beat of my hot tongue. She takes my head in her hands and pulls at me, directing my tongue to exactly where she wants it.
Holding her lips apart, she watches me perform my duties. I’m sure the sight of my crimson tongue tip caressing her clit makes her even hotter. Her quiet whimpers of pleasure become raucous moans of ecstasy. Overwhelmed with gratification at the orgasm I’m giving her, Charlotte collapses on top of me. “Yes! I’m there!” she howls. When her cunt spasms, a stream of female ejaculate runs down her legs. I’m sure the entire neighborhood must know she’s being had. But I don’t stifle her cries during her pleasure.
“I’m not faking,” she sasses, “and I’ll prove it.” She parts her lips so I can see that her sex is sopping wet. She lets go of her clingy cunt and the lips seem to snap shut.
She sits down on my laundry hamper to savor her afterglow. I wet a wash cloth with warm water and begin the pleasant task of cleaning her loins. “Thank you,” she beams.
“The way you were shaking from head to toe I knew you weren’t faking,” I tell her. After resting a moment, she sits on the bed next to me and says she wants to sleep.
“Wait, I’ll join you,” I say. Charlotte lays her head back on a pillow, then spreads her legs so I get a view of her cunt. Her hand falls between her legs, playing with the moisture that has pooled there a
nd begins to spread on the sheet in front of her mound. She brings her fingers to her lips to taste them, letting them trail down between her breasts and down to her belly.
I stand in front of the bed and Charlotte motions for me to lie between her legs and spreads them wide. I rest my head on her mound and look at her adoringly, grateful that she would come over to ask me out on a hike and thankful that we found another way to spend time together.
Since our first encounter, we’ve become good friends and sex partners. Charlotte lives on my street, just three houses away, so our sex is convenient, frequent and incredible. Yes, it is possible to love thy neighbor.—H.T., North Manchester, Indiana
IF HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, THIS APARTMENT IS WHERE THE HARD-ON IS
Building 259 wasn’t just another apartment complex. Love was in the air between two neighbors, they just didn’t know it yet. Geoffrey and Holly had been living next to each other for a year and had exchanged nothing but a “Hello” in passing. But that was about to change, very soon.
Holly was a five-foot-eight, one-hundred-ten pound bombshell waiting to explode, with waist-length, sable-black hair and deep sea-blue eyes. Her skin was tanned like a lightly browned piece of toast. Many men look at Holly, just yearning to slip their tongue into her sultry, pink pussy. Holly was not one to play fair, though, wearing her beaver-length sundresses with a set of G-string love huggers almost daily. She loves to show off her juicy upper thighs with the delicate hairs that glimmer in the sun as she strolls down the street, hoping that every man who sees her aches to suck the come out of her pussy.
Geoffrey, on the other hand, was a six-foot-two, two-hundred-twenty pound piece of beefcake with a ten-inch pole that really helps a woman come. Geoffrey, knowing that the ladies love his meat, likes to show it off by wearing low-rise briefs that really help show off his dick.
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