“Congratulations,” I said, making a considerable effort to sound normal. “You now have a man inside you.” I ground my hips a bit, and Mira made a soft moaning sound, then kissed my lips in response. Before I started moving I told her to wrap her legs around me, and she did. When I made my first thrust, Mira groaned with desire and her full tits heaved. I slowly pulled back then, until just the head of my dick was still inside her, then paused again. Now Mira’s expression was one of sheer longing, wanting me back inside her. I thrust again, deeper, and her fingers dug into my ass cheeks. Her hands stayed on my ass, pulling me back into her for thrust after thrust, her perfect tits heaving and jiggling with each plunge of my engorged cock.
I fucked her that way for about five minutes, pumping my cock steadily into her warm vagina. Then suddenly she froze and gripped my ass more tightly, her body shuddering, her fingers digging into my skin as she experienced another orgasm. I stayed inside her, holding her tightly as her body continued to go through tremors of pleasure.
“Oh, God, that was lovely!” she said then, her voice still shaky from her climax. I smiled at her, and with one smooth movement rolled our bodies over so that she was now on top of me. My throbbing cock still pulsated inside her velvety pussy.
“My turn now, baby,” I told her. “What are you going to do?”
Her eyes went wide as she realized that I hadn’t ejaculated yet. Then, slowly, she started to move her pelvis. Her hips rose and fell, and she grunted with renewed pleasure. She did it again, then began moving steadily, raising her body slowly, then bringing it down hard, making loud, gasping, grunting sounds with each stroke. Her rhythm got faster as she became totally consumed with lust. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she groaned as I lifted my head to suck at her tits. When I started to thrust back at her, she really went wild, her cries getting louder each time our groins slapped together. I could see her third climax coming on; her nipples were engorged, her body flushed, her hands digging into my shoulders. She suddenly screamed and her pussy closed like a vise around my cock, her body shaking as her climax pounded through her.
I still hadn’t come. Mira collapsed on top of me and then rolled off to lie beside me. She looked startled when she saw my cock still standing up like a flagpole. Rolling onto her side, she slowly reached out a hand and touched it gingerly, as if expecting it to explode. Then she started tentatively to explore the length of my throbbing shaft. She brought her head closer, wrapping her hands around it as if to measure its girth, then giving it a timid squeeze. She began to stroke it again, and now it was my turn to groan with pleasure. She stroked faster, looking at me now with a sly smile. At that point I put one hand gently behind her head and guided her face to my dick.
Her eyes got wide as her mouth moved closer to the purple head. “Kiss it,” I told her. She just looked at me. “You tasted so nice to me, Mira,” I said. “Wouldn’t you like to see what I taste like?”
Mira made a funny noise. Then, holding on to my cock, she slowly and cautiously brought her pursed lips to the head. They felt fantastic. In a moment I felt her tongue flick briefly over the sensitive tip. Then her lips took the head in completely, and I felt her sucking lightly on my manhood.
Mira continued to suck lightly for another couple of minutes, until I asked her to do it harder. She stopped sucking for a second, and her eyes flashed to mine. Then she went for it, suctioning harder on the head of my cock, and taking in some of the shaft.
I held her head in my hands and rolled us again, so that she was on her back and I was straddling her head, and I began to fuck her mouth with short, gentle thrusts. Mira took everything I gave her, and soon I was groaning with ecstasy from the sensation, and from the incredible sight of that gorgeous mouth sucking me off.
After a few more minutes I withdrew my cock and moved down, lifting her legs onto my shoulders. I guided my cock to her swollen pussy and entered it once again, this time pressing on her hips to increase the friction on her vaginal walls. “Yes, yes, yes!” Mira moaned as I began to thrust into her, and I rapidly increased the tempo of my movements until my balls were slapping her ass cheeks. “Oh, God!” she screamed, over and over. I couldn’t stop now, I couldn’t even slow down, and I felt my control rapidly slipping away. I kissed her hard, and her tongue went into my mouth. I was fucking her so hard now that the bed was hitting the wall. I didn’t care, and neither did she. Her fingers were digging into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer. My balls were on fire, and I knew I was going to come. But Mira beat me to it. Her body spasmed, her vagina clamping around me like a velvet vise, her tits jiggling mightily. I felt the semen surging up my shaft as her pussy milked my cock relentlessly. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I buried my face in her tits and screamed out her name as I loosed shot after shot of jism into her pussy.
Our bodies stayed locked together for the next ten minutes, during which she continued to quiver in the aftermath of her passion, and to sob softly with joy.
“Thank you,” she whispered finally. “Thank you for making me a woman.”
“It was my pleasure,” I told her, and I had never meant anything more.
—D.L., Cairo, Illinois
Their First Time at a Swingers’ Club Is Probably Not Their Last
My wife, Helen, and I often titillated each other with talk about going to a swingers’ club, but Helen would never really do it. But when we were in Vegas one weekend we heard about a local club, and to my surprise she said that if I wanted to try it out, she would be willing to go with me.
Helen is a gorgeous and sexy brunette of 25, with long hair and beautiful green eyes. Her body is slim but curvy as hell, and she keeps it that way by going to the gym several times a week. Her 36C breasts are large for her frame, but they are amazingly firm, with thick red nipples that get hard at a touch. Her ass is firm, too, and her legs are about the shapeliest I have ever seen. Helen says I am prejudiced, and that lots of women have better bodies than hers, but if so I have never seen them.
Helen hadn’t had a lot of experience with men before she met me, but she turned out to be a very sensual woman, and completely uninhibited sexually, as long as the sex was just between ourselves. She was willing to try anything, and she usually liked it. But, as I say, although we sometimes teased ourselves and got each other hot by fantasizing about doing it with other people, she could never bring herself to actually cross that line.
But now appeared to be the time.
We fortified ourselves with a few drinks before heading, a little nervously, for the club. Once we were there, the greeter gave us a brief orientation, then handed us each a towel and showed us to the locker room, where we could undress if we wanted to. Most of the people we saw were fully or partially naked, some clad only in towels. Helen and I decided to undress also, but we kept our towels on.
We noticed a pool table in one of the rooms, and decided to play. There were several couples sitting around, along with a number of single men and a few lone women. Helen’s eyes widened as she looked shyly around at all the naked and half-naked bodies. As we started to play I noticed several men checking out my wife, obviously wondering what she looked like without the towel.
When it was Helen’s turn to shoot I went over to the bar, and a young guy sitting there offered to buy us a drink. I thanked him, and when the drinks came I left them on the bar so we could each return to them when we had the chance.
Each time Helen went over to take a sip of her drink, the young guy spoke to her in a flirtatious manner. I noticed that his towel slid open more and more each time. I could also see that she was trying not to look between his legs, but as the towel spread open enough to expose his manhood, she couldn’t help herself.
At one point when she went over there, he began rubbing her back as she sipped at her drink. I could see that several other people were watching them as well. The man looked around the room, then grinned at Helen and said, “How about it, honey, are you going to show us that body or just keep ev
erybody guessing?”
Instead of answering him, Helen walked over to me and, rather breathlessly, asked me what she should do. I told her it was obvious that everybody wanted to see her body. I then took the cue stick from her and kissed her, and as I did so I reached around and removed her towel.
I felt her body shiver, but not from the air-conditioning. There was a low murmur of approval from some of the watching men as they gazed at her hourglass figure and sexy legs. Her beautiful 36C tits were pressed against my chest, and I could feel her thick nipples getting hard.
When the kiss ended she stepped back. I thought she was going to cover herself up again, but instead she just grabbed her cue and took her next shot. When she missed she went over to the bar again. The young guy couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he told her what a great body she had. Several other men started gathering around her, checking her out. She took a sip of her drink and came back over to me.
She ran her fingers up and down my chest, then reached for my cock, squeezing it a bit too tightly. Then she stepped in front of me and put my dick between her legs as she began to slow dance to the music coming over the sound system. I could feel her wetness on my cock as it hardened rapidly between her thighs.
I had my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, when I felt something brush against my encircling arms. It was the guy from the bar, who had now lost his towel entirely. I dropped my arms, and my wife moaned as he pressed his body against her back. I turned her around then, and as he embraced her I hitched myself up so that I was sitting on the pool table. The young man lifted her easily and sat her on the edge of the table, between my legs. He kissed her nipples and ran his hands down the front of her body, while I reached around and played with her pussy. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and moaned more loudly than before.
The young stud now spread her legs wide, lifting them over mine. I whispered in her ear, asking her if she was ready, and she nodded yes. The guy lifted his large purple plum-size head to her pussy and pushed it slowly in. She gasped with pleasure as it entered her, and I nearly came all over her back as her body squirmed against me.
I noticed that almost everyone in the room was watching now as my wife took that massive cock up her pussy. I didn’t know if she was aware of this, but she reached down and took hold of his ass to pull him deeper inside her. Then her hands grasped onto my thighs as he started pumping her, moving faster and faster until we rocked with each thrust, and my wife could not contain her screams. Finally he pulled out and shot his load all over her stomach.
He stepped back then, leaving Helen with her legs and pussy wide open for all to see. Several men came forward hopefully as she came down from her orgasm, but when she became aware of this she hopped down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into a private room.
As the door closed behind us she gave me a kiss I’ll never forget, then pushed me onto the floor and rode me like never before, coming again and again.
We got dressed and left after that, and went back to our hotel, where we made love all night long. At one point I asked her why she hadn’t let some of the other men at the club have her, too.
“Next time,” was all she said.
—R.B., Flagstaff, Arizona
After the Wind Blew Her Skirt Up, She Did Some Blowing of Her Own
My husband, Ed, was planning to take me out for dinner on our 10th anniversary last week. That afternoon, with the kids in school, I went to get something special to wear for the occasion. I wore a short blue and white summer dress, but though it was a warm day it was also very breezy, and I kept having to hold my dress down to keep the wind from blowing it up over my thighs. I noticed several men looking at me as I vainly tried not to flash too much leg.
I finally got to the shop I was heading for, and as I took my hands off my dress to take hold of the door handle, a strong gust blew the dress right up above my butt, revealing my white thong panties. I turned to see a young guy smiling at me, obviously having seen it all. I just opened the door and darted inside as quickly as I could. But as I bought myself some lingerie and a sexy black dress, I found myself thinking about what had just happened, and getting kind of excited.
On the way back it was harder to hold my dress down, since I only had one free hand. Finally I gave up and just threw myself on the mercy of the wind. There were many happy men that day who got a free show, courtesy of that breeze.
As I was walking across the park, which by then was fairly deserted, I saw two young guys, about 18 or 19, walking toward me. As they got closer the wind once again blew my dress up, and seemed to hold it there as the two young men stared at my wet crotch.
I walked right by them, trying to hide my excitement with a somewhat embarrassed smile. But as I passed, one of them turned and called out, “Nice view,” and his friend laughed and gave me a wolf whistle.
Something made me stop in my tracks. Without giving myself time to think, I turned around to face them and asked if they had something to say. This caught them off guard, and they began to apologize, until I asked if they’d like to see more.
I couldn’t believe my own boldness. Here I was, a 34-year-old married mother, teasing two guys very nearly young enough to be my sons. As I stood there another gust of wind exposed my panties to their lustful gazes.
I asked them their names, and they told me they were Ernie and Clay. “Well, Ernie and Clay,” I said, with a kind of assertiveness that was totally unlike my normal self, “let’s go over there in the woods, and you can see more than just my legs.”
They followed me toward the woods, and we found a good secluded spot. Almost instantly Ernie and I were locked in a lustful kiss. When I pulled away after a moment, Clay was standing a few feet away.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” I asked him, and he nodded. “Well come here then,” I said, unbuttoning the front of my dress. He didn’t hesitate any longer, and was soon sucking on my breasts. Meanwhile Ernie’s hand went up my dress and started caressing my butt.
After a while Ernie began tugging my panties down. He got them down my legs and I stepped out of them as he knelt at my ankles. “Wait,” I said. I bent my legs slightly and parted them, my hand moving over my thighs and down to my pussy. “Lick me here,” I said, and he needed no further encouragement. I came quickly as his mouth and tongue slurped at my vagina.
Soon both guys had their pants around their ankles, and I stroked Clay’s cock as he leaned against a tree. I felt Ernie’s shaft touching the back of my thigh as he searched for my entrance.
“Do either of you have a condom?” I asked, but neither of them did.
“Well, we’ll just have to be extra careful,” I told them. And with that I let Ernie slowly penetrate me. It felt wonderful, and as he filled me up I bent over to give Clay what was probably the best blowjob he’d ever had. He moaned and groaned and wrapped his hands in my hair as Ernie held my hips and thrust into me.
I fully intended to tell Ernie to pull out when he came, but since my mouth was full of Clay’s tool, and since I was so turned on anyway, I didn’t bother. He shot his load deep inside me as I moaned and trembled with the most amazing climax I’d had in a long time. At the same time I was rewarded with a mouthful of Clay’s come, which I struggled to swallow between gasps.
After we were done, I suddenly realized that it was late in the afternoon, that my kids would be getting home from school, that my husband would be getting home from work, that my babysitter would be arriving because we were going out that evening, and that I had just let an 18-year-old stranger come inside my pussy.
After hurrying home, I just had time to change my dress, comb my hair, and spray on some perfume before being deluged by kids, sitter, and husband. I didn’t have time to do much more, as Ed had made reservations at a fancy restaurant and didn’t want to be late.
All through dinner I could feel Ernie’s sperm trickling from my swollen hole. Luckily Ed got a little tipsy that night, and when he eventually got around to fingering my hole, and eve
n licking it, I managed to convince him that the reason I was so wet was that I was so hot and horny for him.
I can’t say I didn’t enjoy my little adventure that afternoon, but the next time I go out on a windy day I will be sure to wear slacks.
—Name and address withheld
If There’s Such a Thing As an Arsenal of Love, It Was Under Her Bed
The other day in the office bathroom, I was reading the back pages of a classy porno mag named Holes, and it reminded me of the time I found my ex-roommate’s dildo cornucopia.
I was digging around her room looking for drugs, as you do, when I discovered a semihidden shrine to all things you put in you to feel good. From under her bed I pulled a greasy old car floor mat on which three “friends” were surgically positioned equidistant from one another.
The Porcupine. The first apparatus was pretty much Poseidon-standing-next-to-it away from being a straightup trident. The middle jab was roughly 13 inches long and shaped like an arching corkscrew. The right outer violator looked to be on springed hinges and to be intended to emulsify any notions of anal virginity.
The interesting portion of said hand gang bang was a pliable tongue whose purpose appeared to be to provide electrical stimuli to the clitoral region (an area I’m unfamiliar with, though I hear is very pleasant in the summertime). I didn’t fire up and test-drive this bastard, as it looked to be powered by both straight kerosene and the willingness to allow this lawn mower to own your every hole.
The French Bayonet. The next nightmare was about three inches short of being a broomstick. It was equipped with reflex-action scrotum and testes attached to its base, no doubt for the added lifelike feeling when vaginally inserting the business end of a jet-fuel nozzle. It also had a dull hook at the pleasure end, making it more resemble the pole your third-grade class president would use to open the very top windows of your classroom, or maybe the tackle used to fish a dead topless coed out of a Cancun Hilton Jacuzzi.
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