I looked Eldon over. Tall, handsome, about 24. Here was my chance! “Think you could handle it?” I said.
Turning kind of red, Carla said, “He was my student!”
“He’s not now,” I said. “Was he a good student?”
She laughed. “He stared at my boobs every day all term. I doubt he learned a thing about marine biology.”
“Go say hello,” I urged.
“Dressed like this?” she said. “What would he think?”
“Probably the same thing he thought in class,” I said.
The argument became moot when Eldon spotted Carla and came over to say hello. She pretended to be surprised and asked him what he was doing there. He said he was going to graduate school at the university and was working at the hotel to help pay his way. Carla introduced us, and they exchanged a few more comments. Then Eldon said he’d better get back to work.
We finished our drinks and headed back up to the room. On the way, I asked Carla if she was sure she didn’t want to invite Eldon. “You know,” she said, “I admit that I’d like to see his cock, and maybe do more. But that would just be too weird!” She kissed me deeply, then went on, “Tell you what. You shower while I change into my nightie, and I’ll order pizza from room service. Then we can pretend the dildo is Eldon.”
As I headed for the shower, Carla was just picking up the phone. When I returned awhile later, I heard a knock at the door and a voice saying, “Room service.”
Carla, wearing a robe over her nightie, went to the door. When she opened it, I heard her gasp, “Eldon!”
She stepped back to let him in, carrying a pizza box. We knew he was a hotel employee, but it hadn’t occurred to either of us that he might be working room service. As he set the pizza on a table, Carla shot me a look I’d never seen. His appearance seemed to have triggered a decision. I had the feeling that I really was about to get the show of my life.
She found her purse and made a show of looking for money to tip him with. Then she stopped and looked up at him. “Eldon, I’ve been wondering,” she said. “Back when you were in my class, some of the girls called you ‘The Bone.’ Was that by any chance because you have a really big cock?”
Eldon looked over at me in disbelief. I shrugged. “Don’t look at me, Eldon,” I said. “She asked the question!”
He looked back at Carla; his eyes moved over her. “I suppose,” he said finally.
“Well, just how big is it?” she asked.
“’Bout 12 inches,” he said.
“Good Lord, that can’t be true!” she gasped.
He shrugged. “It is,” he said. “And since we’re being candid, guys used to say you had the biggest jugs on earth. How big are they?”
She looked at him seductively and said, “I tell you what. I’ll show you if you show me!” With that, she stood up and let her robe fall from her shoulders, revealing her big tits stuffed into her tight see-through nightie.
She reached out to unbutton his trousers. He looked nervous. “Hey, I’m still on the clock,” he said.
“It won’t take long for our show-and-tell,” Carla said. She pulled down the shoulder straps of her nightie so her tits fell free. Her nipples stuck straight out. He stared, then unzipped and pulled out his semierect cock.
Her eyes glazed over. “Is that really 12 inches?” she said a little breathlessly.
“It’s only about eight right now,” he said. “But it gets to 12 when it’s fully hard.”
She was nearly panting. “You’re too hot!” she said. She turned to me. “Honey, if it’s okay, I’m going to bring this big boy up to size—to check it out, you know?”
“Go right ahead,” I said, smiling at her.
She turned back to Eldon, got down on her knees, and wrapped her lips around the cockhead. At first she could swallow almost all of his dick. But as it grew longer and harder, she had to back off, until she was only taking about half of it. She sucked it industriously while stroking the rest. When she finally let go of it, her eyes boggled at the now-fully-erect organ.
“Jesus,” she gasped, “that’s unbelievable! It must be a foot long. I can’t even reach around it!”
“Well, now that you’ve got it up,” he said, “you have to help me get it back down so I can go back to work!”
“Really?” she said. “Tell you what. I’ll jerk it off for you if you like, but that’s as far as I can go.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She told him to take off his pants and lie down on the bed. He did, quickly! She pulled out a bottle of K-Y jelly, lubed up her hands, and knelt over Eldon’s cock, letting her big tits swing freely. She began to jerk him off, working both hands slowly up and down it. She was in awe, never taking her eyes off it. Occasionally she bent down to take what she could of it in her mouth.
After about ten minutes her pace quickened. He cried out that he was about to come. “On my tits!” she shouted, and he shot a big load over her tits, face, and shoulders. From the look on her face, I thought she was close to coming herself.
She leaned over so her big nipples were just above Eldon’s face. “There, is that better?” she said. But she looked down and saw that he wasn’t going soft. His erection seemed to have a mind of its own. It wasn’t ready to die. “My God!” she said breathlessly. “I don’t think you’re done!”
She stood up and wiped his come from her with a towel. She was breathing hard, and her nipples were as stiff as I’d ever seen. She turned to me. “Darling, I love you with all my heart,” she said, “and I hope you can handle this, but I’m going to have to put that cock in my pussy before I explode!”
“That’s fine, baby,” I said. “Have yourself some fun, and we’ll both enjoy it.”
She peeled off her panties, raised the skirt of her nightie up to her waist, and straddled Eldon on the bed, crouching above his gigantic shaft. Then she inched it in, moaning as she did. He hit bottom with about three inches to spare. She bounced up and down on that cock for what seemed like an hour, bucking and screaming with delight.
Just as I thought Carla was going to collapse, she asked a question I never thought I’d hear. “Darling,” she said, “do you think you could get your cock in my ass with Eldon in my cunt?”
I just about came. I didn’t know if I could, but I was happy to give it a try! I took the K-Y and lubed my cock and Carla’s tight asshole, then worked my way in.
I felt Eldon on the other side of the wall between her cunt and her ass. The sensation was indescribable. Carla was soon screaming and thrashing wildly, and after a few minutes we all came together. Carla fell limp on Eldon’s chest, gasping for breath—and moaning between gasps with happiness and fulfillment.
Eldon looked at the clock and said he had to get back to work. Carla kissed him deeply and invited him to come back the next morning. He accepted readily. After he left, she looked at me and said, “The game tomorrow doesn’t start until one, so I’ve got time to ride him again.” She kissed me hard and dropped down to suck me off again.
In the morning it was just more of the same. Carla fucked herself raw on that horse cock, and even tried to get it in her ass. It was just too big. I happily offered my cock instead.
As we drove home after the game, Carla said suddenly, “Oh, my goodness, I never did get to ride that big dong for you.” She rooted around in the suitcase in the backseat until she came up with the dildo. She lubed it up and proceeded to pound her pussy for about 45 minutes as we drove along.
Now she uses it regularly, sometimes with me watching and helping, sometimes on her own. Naturally we’ve named the dildo Eldon.
—T.J., St. John, New Brunswick
His Wife Wanted to Play the Whore, So They Tried a Test Run
My wife is a high-paid executive, den mother, and PTA president. Most of the time Trisha dresses to fit these roles, but when we’re away from home she turns into a sex machine. She loves male attention and likes to show off her assets, wearing sheer blouses, short skirts, and hig
h heels. She has often said she’d have made a great whore.
So when we had to go out of town last month, I asked if she’d like to actually try being a whore, or at least play at it. She could earn money along the way! She grinned and said, “How much?” I said probably $50 to $100 each time she followed my directions. I knew it wasn’t the money but the idea of earning it sexually that put a gleam in her eyes.
I said before we left that she was to shave her pussy and bleach her dark hair platinum blonde. I wanted my executive wife to look and act like a cheap whore. And that’s what she did.
When we stopped at a motel, I offered Trisha $100 to let me dress her in the morning. She agreed readily. I picked out a sheer blue blouse, a short white skirt, jet-black thigh-high stockings, and four-inch red heels. No panties or bra. Before she dressed, I put rouge on her nipples so they could be seen more easily through her blouse. She’d already put on heavy eye shadow and dark red lipstick for a slutty appearance.
We stopped for breakfast at a truck stop. I knew that I wouldn’t have to offer Trisha money to strut her stuff, and she didn’t disappoint me.
As luck would have it, she had to walk past a table of four truckers to get to the ladies’ room, which she visited a few times. Each time she passed, she flirted with the guys. I saw her nipples getting hard as they stared at her boobs through her sheer blouse.
Back on the road, I said I’d give Trisha $25 every time that she showed her cunt to a trucker. Her eyes lit up, and she undid her seatbelt, leaned back, and raised her feet, setting them on the dashboard. She spread her legs and hiked up her skirt so any passing trucker could see.
After several trucks had passed, her breathing got heavy and she couldn’t keep her fingers from her pussy lips. “God, I need a good fuck!” she whined.
A little after noon I pulled into a truck stop where a lot of big trucks were gathered. I said I’d give Trisha $50 if she’d pick out a truck and introduce herself to the driver, another 50 if she got into the cab with him, and another 50 for each article of clothing she removed. She gave me a passionate kiss before getting out of the car.
I watched her wander among the trucks. It took two or three before she found one with a driver. I couldn’t hear what she said, but the next thing I knew she was climbing up into the cab. A minute later her skirt and her blouse came flying out the window. It was awhile before she got out of the cab. One look told me she’d gotten the fuck she wanted.
After she’d told me all about fucking the trucker, I said to go find a hitchhiker to entertain her during the next stage of our trip. That afternoon she earned as much money as she did in the morning, and had at least as much fun.
—R.T., Zanesville, Ohio
They Had Only Had Phone Sex, but This Was Real—Or Was It?
The doorbell rang as I checked myself in the mirror one last time. I had to admit that I was pleased with what I saw. My long brown hair fell in soft waves around my face, which may not have been beautiful but was certainly pretty, especially my large dark eyes. My blouse was nicely rounded over my high and otherwise unconfined breasts. My body was slim, and my stockinged legs looked good below my short skirt. I turned sideways to look at my ass, which my ex-husband had always said was the sexiest part of my body. He should know; he certainly made use of it enough. I felt a tingling sensation as I remembered some of the things he had done.
But that was then, and this was now.
Satisfied with my appearance, I went to the door. On the other side of that door, I knew, was the man with whom I had first exchanged phone numbers six or seven months ago on a local chat line. Since then we had fantasized almost daily together on the phone, and although we had never met, I felt as if I knew every inch of him.
I opened the door, and there he stood. Six feet tall and looking swanky, with a cocky grin, long blond hair, and the most startling blue eyes I’d ever seen.
“Hi, princess,” he said, in that sexy voice I’d come to love. I was mesmerized by him. Moments passed as I stood staring at him, speechless. Finally, grinning at me, he said in an amused tone, “May I come in?”
“Oh. Oh, yes, please, yes, do come in!” I stuttered, blushing, and led him to my living room. Turning to put on some music, I could feel his gaze burning into me, and I turned back, our eyes locking for a moment. He was everything I had ever dreamed of. As I started to move past him, he reached out and pulled me into his strong arms. As he held me tight, I ran my hand up over his shoulder and tangled my fingers in his hair. He moved one of his hands to caress my breast. Again we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then he covered my mouth with his.
As he fumbled with the buttons on my blouse I ran my hand over his crotch and lightly squeezed him there. My fingers then found the button on his jeans, flipping it open and sliding his zipper down. I pulled away from him then so I could push his pants to the floor. Then, wrapping my hand around his cock, I began pumping him. As he grew hard in my hand, I looked up at him and said, “Sit, baby, I’m here to serve you.”
He sat down on the sofa and I knelt between his legs, still looking up at him. With a grin I raised my hand to my mouth and spat on it, then wrapped it around him again and started stroking him steadily. Soon he was gasping as I watched the pleasure wash over his face.
“Oh, yes, princess,” he panted. “That dick is yours!”
I was so excited that my pussy grew wet. I slid my other hand between my legs, sticking two fingers inside myself, rocking back and forth on them. “God, you are my perfect fantasy,” I said, and leaning forward, I took the head of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue around the rim, then sucking lightly. His moans echoed in my ears. I tightened my lips around his long shaft, sliding them slowly down to the base of it. I sucked deeply, feeling his balls on my chin. My mouth tightened as I bobbed up and down on him. When I could feel him trembling slightly I raised my mouth and asked, “Do you have a big load for me, baby?”
“Just for you, princess,” he replied hoarsely. He stood up then, grabbing both sides of my head as he pushed his big cock all the way down my throat, then pumped it in and out. Then suddenly he pulled back. “Here it is, princess,” he said, stroking himself as he shot three strong, hard spurts of come across my lips, tongue, and face. Then he shoved his dick back into my mouth and shot the rest down my throat. I sucked insatiably at him until he collapsed onto the sofa.
He pulled me up then, holding me to his chest. Both our hearts were beating wildly.
“Princess,” he said, panting, “you’re really something! You just blew my mind—not to mention the rest of me.”
I just looked up at him and smiled, feeling happy that I had made him happy.
As we lay holding each other our hearts gradually slowed, and after a few minutes I felt him stir. He kissed me tenderly as he unbuttoned my blouse, pushing it off my shoulders. Then he unsnapped and unzipped my skirt, pulling it down until I was clad only in a garter belt and dark silky hose. He chuckled at the revelation that I had not bothered with underwear.
Laying me down on the sofa, he stretched out over me, kissing me and massaging my breasts. He kissed my cheek and nibbled on my earlobe. Then his mouth moved down over my shoulders to my breast, kissing my nipple. I gasped as he nibbled and sucked on me. His hands pried my thighs apart, two fingers probing into me as I groaned in pleasure. His mouth continued down to my belly, then farther, as his head went between my legs. With his fingers still inside me, he began licking and sucking my clit. It took only a few minutes for me to reach my peak, my body shaking from head to toe. Digging my fingers into his hair, I held on to it and screamed, “Oh, Christ, I’m coming!” When I finally lay still, he moved up and again stretched his lean body on top of me. The heavy scent of sex hung in the air. His face and chest were soaked. As he covered my mouth with his, I could feel his massive cock gently probing at my wet pussy. Tenderly but insistently he worked his way into me until I was completely open to him. Deeper and deeper he drove into me, and I responded
with the wildest passion I had ever known. We made love for hours, our cries and moans filling the air, until at last we collapsed together in exhaustion and drifted in a pleasant mist of afterglow.
Soon sleep overtook me, and when I awoke I could have sworn I smelled sex in the air. As I stretched lazily, bits and pieces of that night came back to me slowly. When I realized what had transpired I rolled over and reached for the phone, hitting the speed dial.
“Hello,” said that sexy voice I had come to love.
“Hey, baby,” I said excitedly. “I had the best dream about you last night. Can I tell you about it?”
“Why sure, princess,” he laughed huskily. “You just tell me everything.”
—O.C., Pierre, South Dakota
He Could Never Be Sure of Her, Even When She Returned His Desire
I don’t actually remember meeting Trisha; it was as though I had always known her, as though her presence was a natural occurrence that I had prepared for on some primitive level, long ago and far away.
She was gorgeous, an absolute vision of Nubian beauty, with wild hair, a luscious mouth, prodigious breasts, and long, sturdy legs that never failed to bring to my mind the gift located between them. Our initial conversations were innocuous, yet from the beginning we knew there was something there. We danced around each other for months, testing the boundaries and silently daring each other to make a move. Officially, interoffice relationships were taboo, but I knew that wouldn’t stop either of us once I had broken through her guarded wariness, which I was thoroughly determined to do.
“Tomorrow,” she finally said, one Friday in mid-summer. “Meet me at the pool downstairs in my building. We can go for a swim.” Those were her words, but her eyes might have inferred something else.
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