Big Bad Ass Book of Sex

by Nancy Armstrong

  “Oh, Leslie,” she murmured, pushing first one and then another finger into my moist center.

  “Oh, Jenny,” I moaned back, feeling the pleasure of two mouths and two sets of hands on my body. Tony had unclasped my bra and taken it off, and his lips and tongue were working over each of my nipples in turn, sucking and teasing and licking, even occasionally softy biting the hard nubs. As he delighted me with his mouth, I reached my hand into his boxer briefs and lightly caressed his rigid cock. With my other hand, I had found one of Jenny’s hard nipples and was moving over it in a circle, eliciting oohs and ahhs from the adorable redhead. Her fingers were hard at work, too, as she swirled them around inside me and then moved up to tickle the hard button that ached for attention.

  Jenny moaned as I flicked her nipple, and then her mouth found mine again and we kissed passionately, our tongues dueling and teasing. She was concentrating solely on my clitoris now, rubbing around it with just the right amount of pressure as Tony sucked at my nipples. I had taken firmer hold of his cock by now and was stroking it just the way I knew he liked it, rubbing in the drops of fluid that appeared on the tip.

  “Oh, I’m close, I’m—” Tony’s eyes locked on mine even as his tongue danced over my nipple, and Jenny’s stroking became even more urgent. I tightened my grip on the base of Tony’s cock, wanting to make sure he didn’t come with me so I could savor his orgasm later. But I couldn’t hold out anymore as the waves of electricity coursed through my body and my two lovers pleased me in perfect rhythm with each other. “I’m coming—oh, oh God, oh, I’m—” My whole body went rigid in climax, and as Tony watched, Jenny kissed me hard with her open mouth, her tongue plunging inside as her fingers plunged inside my vagina, the walls contracting in sweet release.

  “Ohh, wow,” I moaned softly as the last spasms shook through me. “That was …”

  “She’s speechless!” Tony laughed, clapping his hands. “That was beautiful, babe. You’re beautiful.”

  “You are, Leslie. Your body is wonderful,” Jenny smiled, pulling her hand from my panties and unselfconsciously licking her fingers. “Mmm. You taste good, too.”

  “I’d like to taste you, too, Jenny, but first I think I need to clean up a bit,” I said, noticing how sticky I felt.

  “Wait, though, babe,” Tony said, his gaze shifting to the picture window. “Look at that!”

  I turned my head just in time to see the sun disappearing behind the distant mountains, the sky awash in pink and gold. “That’s just … gorgeous,” I sighed.

  We sat in silence for a few minutes, catching our breath and sipping our drinks, watching as the sunset lit the sky on fire and then slowly dimmed to a pinkish purple and the stars began to show through the night sky.

  I got up then and went through the bedroom to the bathroom to pee and wash up. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. My hair was a mess and my cheeks and chest were pink, but I did look awfully good. I look happy, I decided. And I was.

  I wasn’t surprised to find Tony and Jenny on the gigantic bed when I walked out of the bathroom. They, like me, had removed the rest of their clothing and were kissing tentatively, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Hi,” I said, joining them there.

  “Hi,” they said at the same time, each reaching out a hand and pulling me to them.

  “I must taste you,” Jenny said, pushing me back onto the bed and moving between my legs. “I can’t wait any longer.” With that, she began kissing my thighs and belly, running her fingers through my pubic hair. It felt wonderful.

  Tony moved himself so that he was next to me and looked into my eyes. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he said, smiling.

  I kissed him softly. “I am, so much. Are you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, reaching up and massaging my breast with his hand. I drew in my breath at that moment, not so much from Tony’s hand on my breast but because Jenny had pushed her tongue inside me and it felt absolutely marvelous. I sighed, feeling like I must be the luckiest woman on earth.

  Jenny moved her tongue in and out of me for a moment, then settled on my clit, circling it with her soft tongue again and again as my husband and I kissed passionately. “Honey,” I said, “scoot up so that I can suck you.”

  Tony sure can move fast when he has motivation! His cock was in my mouth in a flash, the bulbous head pushing past my lips as I stretched my tongue to tickle his balls. “Oh, yeah, babe, that’s perfect,” Tony sighed, thrilled that his penis was finally getting some attention. I moved up and down his shaft with my tongue, loving the feeling of his hot erection as it tapped the back of my throat, then circling the head as I moved almost all the way back. Even as I was loving Tony orally, Jenny was hitting my sweet spot over and over, eating me with wild abandon. Her mouth was even more talented than her fingers, if that was possible.

  After a few moments of this fabulous daisy chain, I thought I would go mad if I didn’t get Tony’s penis inside me. I was also aching to taste Jenny, who was wriggling her ass around as though she desperately needed some between-the-legs attention. So I stopped sucking Tony, gently moved away from Jenny’s talented mouth, and suggested we switch it up a bit.

  “I need you inside me,” I told my husband, getting up onto all fours on the magnificent bed. “And you,” I said, eyeing Jenny. “I’ve got to sample your juice, gorgeous. I bet it’s divine.”

  “Oh, thank goodness,” Jenny giggled. “I’m on fire!” She moved to lie beneath me with her upper body on the pillows and her lower half strategically beneath my face.

  As Tony stood up, I told Jenny, “You smell great.” Admiring her ginger bush, I added, “and you’re a natural redhead! And all these freckles …” And with that, I began kissing all across her belly and thighs, savoring her beautiful skin. I moved my tongue down into her soft pubic hair and swirled it around, wanting to tease her a little bit. And it was working. Soon she was straining her legs and trying to push herself up into my mouth. Finally, I sank my tongue down into her wetness.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, so thrilled with my first taste of her. She was so wet, so ready for my loving tongue.

  “Oh, yes,” Tony sighed. He was just standing, transfixed, as he watched his loving wife going down on the lovely Jenny. He had his cock in his hand and his other hand on my butt, and when he noticed me look up at him from between Jenny’s legs, he moved his hand down between my ass cheeks to my wet inner lips and began stroking me.

  “Oh, yeah,” I moaned against Jenny’s clit, which I was now lapping at lovingly. And then I felt Tony’s cock at my entrance, and I stopped moving over Jenny for a moment as I savored the feeling of him as he sank into me to the hilt in one thrust. “Oh,” I said, letting out a long breath.

  It didn’t take long for us to establish a good rhythm, me licking and sucking at Jenny and reveling in the noises she was making, encouraging me as the bucking of her hips became faster and more urgent, while Tony rammed in and out of me, slowly at first but gaining momentum as his balls slapped against me.

  “Oh!” he shouted, smacking my ass, and I knew he was close to his climax, so I reached one hand down and began tugging on my clitoris as I flicked my tongue even faster over Jenny’s. “Oh!” he exclaimed again, using his hips to piston his cock in and out of me desperately.

  “Leslie, oh, Leslie, I’m close,” Jenny breathed, running her hands through my hair as I plunged two fingers into her dripping opening. And then Jenny was coming, clamping her thighs on my face as she spasmed around my fingers. I held my mouth very still on her clit as she came, letting her ride it out. Before she was even done shaking, Tony cried, “Oh! Les, oh!” and smacked my ass once more as he made one final plunge into me, staying inside and spurting deep, murmuring happily as his pleasure ran out of him and into me. Feeling him surging into me, and swirling my fingers around my clit, I came last, falling onto Jenny’s belly as wave after wave of glorious feeling came over me.

  Tony withdrew and lay down beside Jenny and me on the
bed. We were all panting and glistening with sweat, utterly spent and smiling blissfully. I looked up at Jenny and kissed her breast, then rolled over to embrace my husband.

  “I love you,” Tony murmured into my ear.

  “Happy anniversary, my love,” I whispered.

  THE BOYS OF SUMMER

  Toni de la Salle

  The smell of fresh-cut grass, the sound of bat hitting ball, the taste of a hot dog—all these things mean summer to me. Oh, and the sight of those fit men in their tight baseball uniforms.

  I’ve always been a sucker for a baseball player. I don’t understand why. Maybe it’s all those things, maybe it’s the gloves they wear with those long fingers, maybe it’s the cups that make their organs seem so much more prodigious than those of mere mortal men. Something about them gets me wet.

  So it was not unusual to find me there, after an amateur game on a Tuesday night, down at the local park. The out-of-towners had beaten my hometown boys by a solid margin, and two of the muscular boys from Deaneville had caught my eye. I figured I could get one of them.

  Was I in for a shock.

  They had gathered their gear and were headed for their cars when I stepped into the entry of the dugout. I caught both of their hot gazes traveling the shape of my body, and I smiled wickedly at them. “Hi, I’m Marnie,” I purred.

  They both smiled back, and the white one was the first to recover his tongue. “I’m Brett. This is Stan.” His gesture took in the black man on his right. I let my eyes take in both of them and let them see me looking.

  Brett had surfer-boy good looks. He was tall and skinny with an underlying musculature that just made you want to lick every drop of sweat from his body. Stan was shorter and more compact with something of a dangerous look to him. He looked thicker throughout, and I had trouble taking my eyes off of his well-muscled thighs. They both had big hands. My wicked smile became a little wider.

  I waved my hand before my face. “A little hot out here, don’t you think?”

  Stan’s deep voice came out. “It just got a little hotter.”

  “Well,” I gasped, “let’s do something about that.”

  They followed eagerly as I led the way into a nearby equipment shack. I closed the door behind us and switched on the light before turning the deadbolt that would protect us from intrusion. My feet skipped over to them, and my hands worked on their crotches.

  I grinned as I found both men of proper thickness and hardness. My fingers worked at their belts as they tugged off their shirts. When their belts were undone and their pants unsnapped and unzipped, I dug my hands into their jockstraps, my hands filling with throbbing man. I leaned forward and kissed Stan’s thick lips, then Brett’s. They both moaned appropriately as I stroked them. I felt Brett’s hand working at the button on my shorts. He undid it and unzipped them before sliding his hand in.

  He grunted as his fingers encountered my shorn pubis, not the expected feel of panties. Undaunted, he slid his hand farther in and down to cup my silky slit. His middle finger parted my labia and found my clit, then my opening. He massaged them both deftly while my tongue pushed its way into his mouth.

  Stan, meanwhile, had moved in behind me. His hands had pushed my shirt up and unhooked the skimpy lace bra I wore. His fingertips found my erect nipples and began to do wonderful things to them. His lips caressed the nape of my neck while his teeth nibbled there.

  We all stopped at the same time to finish removing our clothes. We three stood there in glorious nudity, breathless anticipation dawning in all of us, before we attacked one another.

  Brett’s kisses were insistent as his long, slender prick pressed into my stomach. Stan’s shorter but thicker dick pressed between my ass cheeks as his hands gripped and massaged my tits. I turned to face my other lover.

  His strong arms wrapped around me, and he lifted me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and snaked my hand between us to direct his erection into my wet and wanting opening. The head of his magnificent cock plugged hard into my hole, and I grunted in exquisite sensation. As I sank onto him, he began to rut madly, pushing it farther into me. It stretched me open as I took all seven inches into my waiting void. I felt full of man and worried a little that I wouldn’t be able to feel Brett’s in my sweet vagina when Stan was done.

  I didn’t know that such a worry was misplaced. Brett had no intention of filling my vagina. His big, strong hands gripped my ass cheeks as he pushed them apart. He crouched behind me and pressed the head of his slender dong against my anus. I could feel that hole opening as he increased the pressure. That familiar pop in my head signaled that he was inside, and he slowly continued his advance into me. He didn’t stop until I could feel his balls directly under me, and I knew that all nine of his slender inches were stuffed in my rectum. I had the random thought that both Brett’s and Stan’s scrotums were pressed against each other as they were both sunk in my body to the hilt. They didn’t seem to care.

  We rested there for a few seconds, both of my studs buried in my body. It was a delicious sensation that I didn’t think could be equaled.

  Then they started to do me.

  Stars exploded in my head as they held me still and thrust merrily away in my holes. I could hear the scream from my throat as they ravished me. Their cocks were like red-hot pokers firing into my body but spreading sweet pleasure rather than pain. The sweat dripped into my eyes and onto their hips as they continued to pound away. A small part of my intellect noted that this couldn’t be the first time they’d shared a woman like this. I wondered for a second how many women had been clutched in this embrace, how lucky I was to be one of them.

  Then all thought stopped as my first orgasm tore through me. It was actually unexpected, but it was thoroughly real, as was the animal scream of absolute joy that was ripped from my lips. I squeezed them with my holes, but they didn’t slow for a moment, their thrusts making me more sensitive to the intense pleasure of this sex. I all but collapsed in their arms, but they continued to hold me still, continued to go at me still.

  My consciousness ebbed for a moment, but a second orgasm, stronger than the first, fried my nerves. They continued to wash over me. Never had I been so full, never had I felt so good. Never had I felt so much a woman as I did while Stan and Brett drove their powerful rods into me.

  Suddenly, Brett froze and then drove himself in with one final, savage thrust. I could feel the hot semen from him spurt into me. It burned powerfully as it flowed into my bowels. Stan similarly drove in again, and I could feel his seed filling my womb. And with that sensation, the dam broke.

  I wailed with pleasure, laughing and crying as a final orgasm washed over me. This time, consciousness completely left me.

  I awoke on my side. A blanket was under me and my head was on Brett’s leg. Stan held me from behind. I didn’t know how long we had been there or if they were asleep. It didn’t take long to find out the latter, though.

  I shifted and could feel Stan’s hot meat move against my ass. It was sore from the earlier dicking, but Stan hardened there anyway. Part of me really liked that thought. I glanced up and saw Brett’s shriveled member. I licked my lips as he shifted, recognizing the light in my eyes. My hand came up and I gripped him, already hardening for another round, too.

  As I slurped his dick into my mouth, I could feel Stan starting to work his thick prick into my anus. He had the head there but was having trouble pushing it in. I pushed back against him and saw stars again when the head pushed in. I focused on sucking Brett’s cock, which had reached full size. I wrapped a hand around the base and licked his throbbing head like a lollipop. He groaned his pleasure as I took the head into my mouth and sucked, the heady mixture of the taste of ass and semen seeping into my mouth. I gently grated my teeth against the underside, and his eyes widened.

  Meanwhile, Stan’s balls now rested against my dripping snatch. My ass, which was no stranger to dicks, had never been opened so wide. I bucked myself against him, impatient for it, and h
e began to stroke his dick in and out of me. I ran my lips up and down on Brett’s slick cock with the same rhythm.

  As Stan increased the force of his strokes, I also increased the depth of mine on Brett. Finally, Stan wasn’t holding back. And each time his balls smacked my snatch, Brett’s dong slid into my throat. I felt them both seize at the same time and smiled inside.

  Stan’s balls emptied into my intestines just as Brett’s drained into my esophagus. I could again feel that exquisite fire burn in my body as my two lovers climaxed inside of me. And from their grunts and moans of pleasure, I knew that I’d given them both the same joy they’d given me.

  They dressed, and I shooed them out so that I could arrange my own clothes again. I promised to call them next time I was in Deaneville, and they promised the same treatment when they returned here. Neither hesitated to kiss me deeply before they departed, and I know it was with real affection that both fondled my naked breasts before they left.

  So I dressed alone. I balled up the blanket and threw it into a corner, where I’ll be able to use it next time I bring someone to the equipment shed. Hmmm, come to think of it, our boys have a game next week … against those Deaneville Demons. I think it’s time for a road trip.

  Part 4:

  A Swingin’

  Party

  Sex between two people is a beautiful thing;

  between five, it’s fantastic.

  —Woody Allen

  You might think it’s safe to assume that all the information you need for group sex can be found in Part 3 on threesomes, and it’s true that a lot of the rules and caveats overlap. But there are lots of things we haven’t covered yet in the world of multiple sexual partners, and lots of things from the previous section won’t apply to swinging.

  LISTEN UP, THIS IS IMPORTANT

  Moving from one-on-one sex or even threesomes to group sex is like leaving your Cape Cod house in the suburbs for Vegas.