It was a warm night, and when we got back to her place Joan excused herself, saying she wanted to put on something more comfortable. All kinds of erotic visions danced in my head as I waited for her return, picturing her in a variety of seductive outfits. I have to admit I was getting a serious erection.
But my fantasies came crashing down when she reappeared in a white T-shirt and a pair of white short-shorts. Oh well, I could admire her still-shapely legs and appreciate the fact that she was evidently not wearing a bra—I could see the impression of her tiny nipples, which I referred to as gumdrops, against the stretchy material. We curled up on the sofa with fresh drinks, just talking, indulging in some mild teasing and generally enjoying our closeness.
At exactly ten o’clock the doorbell rang. Joan was surprised, wondering who would be calling at that hour. I knew, of course, but simply volunteered to get the door. You should have seen the look on her face when Ari came in with four of his hunky friends. She was at a loss for words. I introduced her to Ari, who in turn introduced each of his companions. I watched her eyes as she took in all of this male eye candy. She was of course surprised and puzzled, but there was something else there, too.
I asked the guys if they would like something to drink, and when they said yes Joan went into the kitchen to get some glasses. When she was gone the boys retired to the back bedroom to get undressed. I followed Joan into the kitchen to help her make the drinks, and to keep her occupied while the guys got ready.
“All right, what the hell is going on?” she asked me as I joined her. I told her it was going to be a surprise, and she said she was surprised already. When the drinks were ready I took the tray and led her back into the now-empty living room. Joan looked bewildered. “Where did they go?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” I said, and at that moment the sound of music blasted out as Ari turned on their portable tape player, and the five guys danced out of the bedroom in single file, each of them wearing a tiny thong and nothing else. Joan sank down onto the sofa in surprise, and they formed a chorus line about four feet in front of her as she sat there. Her first reflex was to put both hands over her eyes, but a second later she took them down, looking at me and laughing as she said, “You bastard, I was only kidding about the go-go boy!”
“I wasn’t kidding,” I said, grinning at her. “You know that your every wish is my command.”
The guys proceeded to dance to the music, and Joan watched them, laughing and shaking her head. After two numbers they stopped to rest and to partake of the drinks Joan had made. She and I each had another round also. Joan was getting looser, and her eyes were bright as she looked more boldly now at the bodies of the young, nearly naked hunks in front of her.
“All right,” she said finally, turning to me. “So how come you are the only guy who is fully dressed?”
I just shrugged and told her I was shy, which she knew was a damned lie. “Bull,” she said. “I’ve got five go-go boys here, and I’d like a sixth to make it an even half dozen. How about it?”
“Okay,” I said, and proceeded to strip down to my jockey shorts. Ari started the music again, and I lined up with the boys and clowned it up, executing the most awful go-go dance in the history of man.
After a minute Joan got up off the sofa and began dancing along with us. As I mentioned before, she is still a great dancer, even at her age. She didn’t join the line, however; she danced in front of each guy in turn, matching their bumps and grinds to a T. But she stopped to rest after two songs, as she was a bit winded and sweating up a storm. We all had another round, with me acting as bartender. Joan made a comment about how hot it was, and how she was sweating. “That’s because you’re the only one here wearing a top,” I told her.
She looked at me with a quizzical expression. “Well, I can’t take it off with these guys here,” she said.
“Why not?” I replied. “You went topless at the nude beach last year, didn’t you?”
She said nothing for a moment, and then she kind of shrugged. “Well, yeah, I guess you’re right,” she said, and with that she pulled the T-shirt over her head.
A few whistles went up as the six of us admired her breasts, with their erect gumdrop nipples. She stood there for a moment in just her tiny shorts, then sat down on the sofa, crossing her arms over her breasts.
But when the music started again the guys pulled her off the sofa and she came willingly, laughing with abandon as she joined in the dance. Her perky breasts jiggled up and down and from side to side with the rhythm of the music, and I could tell that some of the guys were getting turned on, as the bulges in their thongs started to grow into tents. I knew that Joan was aware of it, too, but she just kept on laughing and dancing.
Eventually the tight thongs the guys were wearing evidently became too restrictive for their increasingly stiff cocks, and one by one they discarded them, letting those cocks wave in the breeze. I was getting stiff, too, and not to be outdone I removed my jockey shorts, so that there were now six guys with full erections, or close to it, dancing with my topless lady. At one point, when she had her back to me, I snuck up behind her and swiftly pulled her shorts down around her ankles, along with her panties. She let out a shriek, then started to giggle as a few of the guys whistled again. “What the hell,” she said, stepping out of the garments, “It’s my birthday, so I might as well be in my birthday suit, right?”
As the dancing and drinking continued, the guys kept complimenting Joan on her body, and I could see that she was eating it up. It was really a big ego trip for her, and I could tell she was pleased.
When we all took another break, I went around the room lighting candles, then put some dreamy, romantic music on the stereo. I moved the coffee table to the center of the room, then went and got a blanket and a pillow and placed them on the table. I then went over to Joan, took her by the hand, led her to the table, and told her to lie down.
She looked at me suspiciously. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked me.
“Believe me, darling,” I told her, “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Just say the word and we can stop any time. I just want this to be one night you will never forget.”
For a moment I didn’t think she was going to do it. But after looking into my eyes for a moment, she looked around at the other guys, all of them naked, some of them still hard.
“Well, it’s my birthday,” she said again finally. “And this will only happen once.” And she lay down on the table.
I then directed Ari to kneel at the foot of the table, and had two of the other guys kneel on each side, while I stood at the head. I told Ari to start eating Joan’s pussy, and the two guys nearest me on either side to suck on her breasts. Their lips soon enveloped her erect nipples, while Ari spread her legs and suckled at her vagina, all of which made her gasp with excitement. I told her to reach out and take hold of the dicks of the other two guys, which she did. I then lowered my own stiff cock to her lips, which she immediately opened, and I entered her mouth.
It was quite a picture. There was my naked lady being eaten out by one guy, her tits being sucked and nibbled on by two others, while slowly jerking off two more dicks with her hands and blowing me, all at the same time—and she was enjoying every minute of it.
God, she was so hot! She let out a series of muffled moans and incoherent whimpers. Soon I could see that she was getting close to climax. Her eyes were wide and wild, and her inner thighs started to twitch. Her body was moving up and down, slowly at first, but then faster. Her breathing was loud and fast. Her moans got louder around my dick, and her eyes rolled up in her head. She looked gorgeous, her body glistening with sweat, as she twisted and convulsed in orgasm.
Her second orgasm was more intense than the first, and after that we stopped to give her a break. I brought her another drink and helped her to sit up. She was still recovering from her orgasm, a big smile of satisfaction on her face. She tried to stand up, but her legs gave out and she slowl
y sank to a sitting position on the floor.
While she was sitting there I said, “I have a novel birthday cake for you.” I told the guys to stand around her in a circle, their erect or semierect cocks about a foot from her head. I then took out a can of ReddiWip and sprayed a generous dollop of delicious cream on the head of each cock as we sang “Happy Birthday” to her.
“And now I suppose you want me to eat all of this delicious cake,” Joan said, grinning up at me.
“It’s up to you,” I said. “All of us are your presents, and you can do what you want with us. Right, guys?”
Nobody objected.
“Okay, then I call the shots now,” Joan said. “Tell you what,” she directed me. “Why don’t you lie down here on your stomach and lick my clit.” As she said that she brought her knees up and spread her thighs apart. I lay down on the floor on my front and lowered my head between her thighs, I breathed in her sexy aroma. My tongue found her clit and I started to lick and stroke it. As I did this Joan reached for the two dicks closest to her mouth and sucked the whipped cream off them, first one and then the other. She then turned her head 90 degrees to the right, then 90 degrees to the left, and sucked those two cocks clean. The fifth guy came around to stand in front of her, and she licked him clean, too.
Then she got up and lay back on the table. “You continue eating my pussy,” she said to me, “while I give these other beautiful cocks some real attention.” She then proceeded to blow each of the guys in turn while I ate her out, swallowing each one’s come before moving on to the next. When she finished with the last one, she directed him to replace me at her pussy so she could blow me, too.
After that we stopped again to rest, make some pit stops, and have another drink. By this time it was after midnight. “Hey, guys,” Joan said, “this is the best birthday party I ever had. Now for the finale, here’s what I want.” She lay back down on the table and requested us all to assume our original positions. I went back to her head and Ari to her feet, with two guys kneeling on either side, as before. For several minutes we went at it again, me fucking her mouth, Ari eating her pussy, two guys sucking her tits while she jerked off the last two.
This went on until Joan came again. She pulled her mouth from my cock as she gasped out her climax. When she recovered her breath she told Ari to move up, jerk himself off, and come on her chest. As he did this, one of the men she’d been stroking took his place at her pussy. She then told me she was going to finish blowing me, and she wanted me to come on her stomach. Her wish was my command.
The other guy she’d been jerking off got the next blowjob and came on her left boob, near her shoulder. After that she sucked off the two guys who had been feasting on her tits, and each of them came on the tit he’d been sucking.
The last guy, the one who was now eating her, was then told to move around into a 69, so he could continue to suck her pussy while fucking her mouth with his dick. He did that, and after about five minutes he yelled that he was going to come. Joan’s hands shot up, each grabbing a cheek of his ass as he spurted his load deep into her throat. She sat up, took another sip of her drink and started to massage all the come we had shot on her into her tits and stomach. “Now that’s what I call a real beauty treatment—pure protein,” she said with a laugh. She then got up and said, “I’m going to take a shower, and the guy with the biggest dick can scrub my back.”
We then had a measuring contest to compare dick lengths. It turned out that Ari had an eight-and-a-half-inch dick, and he was the winner. He went into the bathroom, and for the next 20 minutes we heard a lot of laughter and giggling over the sound of the shower running. When they emerged, Joan had on a white terrycloth robe, and Ari was wrapped in a towel.
Joan gave each of the guys a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of the cock. “Thanks, boys,” she told them. “You made a 50-year-old lady feel very damn good. Thanks to you guys and my dear friend here, I’ll never forget it as long as I live. Maybe we can get together again on my 55th—and for a weekend on my 60th, as I expect things will take longer then.”
We all laughed, and the guys quickly got dressed. She gave each one a passionate good-bye kiss as they left.
I stayed behind, and there was a big grin on my face as she closed the door. “Not bad for an old broad,” I said. “You tired them young bucks out!”
“Hell,” she said, “the way I was wound up, if I’d had some rubbers in the house, I would have fucked them, too. I might have been dead in the morning, but I’d have had a smile on my face!” And we both laughed.
—D.L., Detroit, Michigan
A Stranger at a Nudist Colony Offered Her a Massage. She Said Yes
Last year my wife, Julie, and I were at a nude resort that we frequent. On our first day there, we were at the pool when this friendly guy came over and introduced himself. He said his name was Paul and he would like to give my wife a massage. Julie wasn’t too sure what to make of this at first, but she always enjoyed a good massage, so we went with him to his cabin. There he had her lie on a table and asked her if he could do her breasts, which are big and beautiful. She said okay, and when he finished he gave her several long full body strokes, including two up between her legs. All the way home Julie talked about how wonderful the massage was, and how it was the best she’d ever had. She said she hoped he would do her again. I said I was sure he’d be interested, as I had noticed him getting an erection as he rubbed her down. Julie said she didn’t care, and that anything he wanted to do was just fine with her.
We saw Paul again the next day, and he gladly agreed to another session. Once the massage started, Julie went into a state of euphoria. Her eyes were shut, her face was lit up, and she was moaning loudly. Near the end Paul spread her legs and smoothly slipped his cock inside her. She continued to moan, but didn’t open her eyes.
“Honey,” I said, “Paul’s fucking you. Is that okay?” She just nodded yes, with a glazed look in her eyes, and with that I moved up and put my cock in her mouth. We gave it to her for quite a while, until Paul suggested we swap places. I moved around to fuck her, and he brought his cock to her face so she could lick it, and then lick his balls. After a while he moved around, rolled her on her side, and banged her for another half hour, until he came.
After that Julie and I went back to the pool, but she seemed to be in a daze. Two hours later she said she wanted to go back and give Paul some more pleasure, adding that she owed it to him for the wonderful time he had given her. So we did.
This time, after playing with her for a while, Paul said he wanted to climb on, and Julie spread her legs and told him to go ahead. This time she was wide awake, and she wrapped her legs around him and they really went to town. Then she said she wanted to ride him, so he lay down and she happily climbed on, sliding his cock into her pussy and saying how good it felt. I hopped up on the table and my put cock into her mouth. Paul said her lips looked great wrapped around my dick, and he wanted to try it, since she had only licked him before. So we lay her back down and took turns fucking her mouth and her pussy for at least an hour. Julie came and came, her orgasms getting stronger and stronger, and I think she would have just kept having them forever, but at last Paul and I were both worn out.
When we left I gave Paul our number in the city, and Julie said she couldn’t wait to do it again, this time in a bed. Eventually we did, but that’s another story.
—G.V., Tampa, Florida
When the Men Get Tired, These Girls Are Just Getting Started
Last Friday night, as usual, my husband and I met our friends and their kids up at our private campsite. We had supper and put the kids to bed. Then we adults sat around the campfire with a few bottles of wine, telling war stories of what happened that week.
It wasn’t long before the men, stretching and yawning, declared themselves ready for bed. But I was just winding down from the day. I was set to party more. I mean, hello! It wasn’t even midnight! I saw my girlfriend Josie was feeling the same way. We looked at each othe
r, rolling our eyes.
One by one the men went off to their campers with their wives. Josie and I told our husbands we’d be in right after we tidied up the site.
I was picking up what my kids had left behind when I noticed Josie was gone. I searched the campsite and found her leaning against the back of one of the campers, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the stars. Her long dark hair glistened in the moonlight. Music was coming faintly from one of the campers. Josie was pulsing to Al Green. I watched a few moments and felt that twitch in my clit I get when I’m aroused. I breathed deeply, squeezing my thigh muscles. My heart was racing. I tweaked my nipples through my shirt.
I gasped at what I was thinking. Josie turned and said, “Hey, whatcha doing?”
“I was just . . . I was . . . watching you,” I confessed.
Smiling, she said seductively, “A little turned on, are we?” When I didn’t say anything, she said, “Hey, let’s dance in the moonlight.”
I said, “What about the men? The kids?”
“Oh, they’re probably all asleep by now,” she said.
She danced toward me, moving erotically to the music. I basked in the scent of her soft hair and flesh. She leaned into me, her body feeling hot. I couldn’t stop myself from moving her hair aside and kissing her bare neck and shoulders. Goose bumps rose from her skin.
The breeze caressed us as we moved to the music. Her arms enveloped me. I stroked her thinly clad body ever so gently.
I was lost.
I planted butterfly kisses all over Josie’s neck, shoulders, and arms and pulled at her loose blouse, which dropped to her waist, exposing firm nipples waiting for attention. I circled her areolae with my tongue without touching her raspberry nipples, until she was begging for more. I thought her juicy berries would burst. I could only imagine what was going on in her panties.
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