I pushed up to my knees and his cock sank even deeper. It was great! Then he took my hand and guided it onto my rounded belly. “Feel this,” he whispered. “The curve of your belly matches the curve of my cock.” I had never thought of such a thing and when he again thrust his full length into me I nearly stopped breathing. He fingered my belly button and said, “You have to feel this. You can feel the tip of my cock through here.”
He pressed my index finger into my belly button as he pumped his manhood into me. The flesh inside my bellypit was rock hard and I felt his dick press against my fingertip. “Do you feel my fucking cock through your navel?” Alan panted.
“Yes, lover,” I wailed, getting into it with him. “You’re fucking me right through the belly button.”
He started moaning like I’ve never heard before. He fucked me faster, harder and deeper. I went animal, howling like a wolf and arching my back, making his cock sink even deeper still. That’s when I came for the first time.
My climax was a tremor that began in my clit, spread through my pussy and shook my thighs, then shot up my body. My cunt twitched and gushed as he shot his hot come into me. It was beautiful.
Now I don’t hesitate to tell Alan when I’m bored and we always think of something interesting to do, or screw.—G.N., Urbana, Illinois
A HOT PHOTOGRAPHY SESSION LEADS TO SOME COOL OUTDOOR PASSION
I’m a married woman with two children. Although I’m still fairly young and not unattractive, I sometimes feel I’m in a rut and my husband doesn’t always appreciate me. Recently I had an idea that I thought might make me feel less insecure. I decided to have a set of professional photographs taken. I figured a few glamour shots, maybe even some erotic photos, would make me feel sexier. I thought I might even show them to my husband Ralph to perk up our love life.
I made an appointment with a photographer who I found in the phone book. When the day of the session came I was feeling kind of nervous.
It seemed to take forever to get Ralph off to work and the kids ready for school. When they were finally gone I prepared for my session. I put on a little makeup, a little hairspray and a rather daring outfit I had bought for the occasion—a low-cut blouse and short skirt, with just a sheer bra and a G-string underneath.
I was getting a little more nervous on my way to the photographer’s studio, but I also felt excited. I found myself hoping the photographer would be good-looking. I figured it would probably be much easier to pose in front of someone who was attractive than someone who wasn’t.
Finally I arrived at the place. There were butterflies in my stomach as I walked in but I realized there was no turning back. The receptionist at the front desk told me the photographer was just finishing up with another client and would be, out shortly. I sat down to wait and settle my nerves.
A few minutes later the photographer came out and introduced himself. His name was Dave. As he asked me a few preliminary questions I was trying not to stare at him, but I couldn’t help noticing how wonderfully attractive he was. He was so good-looking I was almost ready to let him take pictures of me in the nude right then! But I was still feeling a bit shy and decided I better keep my clothes on.
As he led me into the studio I looked around at all the cameras, lights and equipment he had. It was all very impressive. Dave told me to relax and make myself at home while he got everything ready. I took off my coat, feeling very self-conscious in my sexy outfit I wondered how I should pose and I hoped Dave would have some ideas to help me along.
All of a sudden Dave said, “Okay, let’s do it.” I was startled at first, until I realized he was talking about taking the pictures!
He told me I should just be myself, do whatever I wanted, and he would start snapping pictures. If there was anything he wanted or anything he thought I should do differently, he would tell me.
I began posing, placing myself in different positions and following his occasional instructions. He took pictures of me standing, sitting, lying down, half-reclining and so on. After he had gone through a few rolls of film I started to get bored. I wanted to do something different Suddenly a weird idea struck me. I knew it was crazy because it was wintertime and it was pretty cold out but I didn’t care.
“Dave,” I started to say a little timidly, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
I hesitated. “Is it at all possible to do some pictures out in the country?” He looked surprised. “I know it’s freezing out,” I went on. “But I just thought—”
He smiled. “Actually, you’re my last client of the day,” he said, “so I don’t see why not. It might be interesting.” With a feeling that anything might happen now, I quickly got into my coat while Dave packed up a couple of cameras.
When he had everything together we got into his car and headed out of town. The countryside was beautiful in the winter. With all the trees covered with snow, it looked new and fresh.
We drove around until we found a scenic, secluded spot to continue our session. I was feeling very daring now, and once out of the car I took off not only my coat but my blouse and skirt as well.
It was very cold, but I did not care. I threw my long winter coat over the hood of Dave’s car and jumped up onto it, sitting there in just my G-string and bra.
Dave looked at me as if I’d gone absolutely nuthouse crazy. But he kept looking at me and I could see he was getting aroused. I thought he was going to do something about it and at that point I wouldn’t have stopped him. Instead, he grabbed his camera and started shooting pictures.
He took some photos of me sitting on the car hood. Then I lay across it on my back, on my stomach and on my side. Finally he stopped and asked me if he could make a suggestion. I said sure, and he said slowly, “How would you feel about taking some of these shots in the nude?”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. In seconds I shed my bra and G-string and was posing for him naked, not even caring that the cold was making my skin all goosepimply. Dave began snapping pictures like crazy and I noticed that as he did, he kept getting closer and closer. Finally he said he couldn’t stand it any longer and he started taking off his clothes at top speed.
In a moment he was leaning over me, telling me how beautiful I was and kissing me passionately. I kissed him back in a way that let him know I was as eager as he was.
As I threw my arms around him he brought his hand down to my breast. My nipples were so hard they were almost throbbing. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold or my excitement that made them that way, but I figured it was a little of both.
Breaking the kiss, he brought his mouth to my other breast circling the erect nipple with his tongue, then nibbling it gently. My arms tightened around him as he slowly kissed his way down to my belly button. Meanwhile his hands slid over my crotch. He spread my legs open and supped one finger into my hairless pussy. I moaned, writhing on the car hood. His head slid further down until it was between my thighs and he began to lick my cunt. He did it slowly and teasingly, until I clutched at his head, pulling him closer and begging him to suck me hard. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was and how wanton I was feeling.
When he had sucked me to orgasm I urged him to get on the hood beside me. He did so immediately. He had a very large erection and I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it till he groaned. Then I bent down and covered it with my mouth. After I had sucked him for a while he gently turned me so he could keep eating me out while I was feasting on his cock.
By then we had forgotten all about how cold it was— neither of us noticed or cared. All we knew was that we were driving each other crazy.
Finally Dave lay me down and rolled on top of me. I spread for him joyfully and he slowly guided his throbbing cock inside my dripping wet pussy. We began moving and rocking against each other, slowly at first, then faster. It felt absolutely wonderful.
Just as I was about to come, I begged him to pull out of me and blow his load all over
my belly and tits. That’s exactly what he did. God, I loved the feeling of his warm come shooting out onto my flesh! It sent me into a screaming climax.
A minute later we both jumped up, pulled our clothes back on as fast as we could and got into the car, turning up the heat as far as it would go. On the way back to the studio I asked Dave if we could do it all again sometime. His answer was, “You bet!”
The pictures came out great, but I never did show them to Ralph.—Y.L., Riverside, Pennsylvania
HE GOES TO BAT AS BUDDY’S DESIGNATED PUSSY-NIBBLER—A GOOD TIME IS HAD BY ALL
I’ve known my buddy Mitch since grammar school. He has been married for about two and a half years to his high school sweetheart, Sue. At twenty-four, she’s a living doll. We’re talking five-foot-six, blonde, one-hundred-ten-pounds, 36-24-36.
Mitch and I were at a local tavern having a few beers when he startled me by asking if I ever ate pussy.
“Hell yes, I love it,” I said. “Why do you ask? Don’t tell me you don’t!”
He didn’t answer right away so I asked, “You never went down on Sue?”
He said, “I get close to doing it, but I just can’t bring myself to. Sue has been begging me to do it. I know it’s a big favor to ask, but would you do it for me?”
“Hell yes,” I said, “But will she be willing?”
He then told me about a game they play. Sue has a fantasy of making love to a stranger. She gets in bed with her eyes closed. Then he has to invent a new identity before joining her to “seduce” her. He’ll suck on her titties and finger her pussy, all the time keeping up the pretense they’ve never met before. He plays with her, fucks her, then waits a few minutes and “returns home” as himself.
Our plan was set for Friday night at eleven. Mitch left the front door unlocked. I let myself in, undressed, then went to the bedroom. When I got there, my eight-inch cock was semi-erect. As soon as I saw Sue, it bloomed full and hard.
I had never seen her naked. Everything about her was perfect. With Mitch off to the side, I knelt on the bed and started sucking her tits. Her nipples jutted out hard as rocks. I fingered her cunt and felt her juices flow. I licked down her belly and she writhed, moaning deep in her throat. Her legs spread open as I neared her wet waiting pussy.
Her cunt lips were swollen and wide open. I put my tongue at her hole and licked up toward her clit. She moaned, “Oh, I’ve never been licked there before. Oh, if my friends could see me now, doing this with a complete stranger!”
I sucked and licked on her clit. After a few minutes her belly muscles contracted and her ass bucked off the bed. I drove my tongue up her hole and she had a massive orgasm.
Through it all, she kept her eyes closed, moaning, “Oh God, oh God.” When her orgasm finally subsided, she said, “Oh God, Mitch, fuck me. Fuck me!”
I looked over at Mitch and he nodded. I knelt over her with my cock—two inches longer than Mitch’s—positioned at her hole. I started easing it in. It was tight.
I was almost all the way in when Sue moaned, “Oh God, honey, you feel so big tonight, fuck me really hard.”
So I did. Her cunt muscles squeezed my cock and she screamed, “I’m there. Fuck me, oh God, fuck me. Fuck me, Chuck.”
Huh? “Fuck me, Chuck?”
I was too far gone to care about hearing my own name. I kept fucking Sue until she had a second orgasm. I pulled out just as I went over the edge and came like I never had before.
Sue was writhing in passion beneath me, chanting, “Fuck me some more, oh please fuck me.”
I tried stroking my cock, hoping to get it ready again.
“Oh, stick it in me,” Sue kept wailing. Then her tone changed and she barked, “Hey, will one of you jokers take care of me, or what?”
Mitch was stroking his hard-on, so I dismounted and he took my place.
“Ooh, a different stranger,” Sue moaned as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around his ass and fucked back as he pumped her. From the way she squeezed with her legs and cunt, I saw that she was coming again.
As Mitch’s limp dick slid out of Sue’s cunt, with her eyes still closed she said, “Any chance that the other stranger is ready again?”
I was. I remounted Sue and her chute was so welllubricated that we enjoyed an even better fuck.
When we finished, still without opening her eyes, Sue said, “I want to thank both of you strangers. And especially the new one. Your talented tongue and big tool will always be welcome here. But you’d better go now, so my old stranger and I can finish some business.”
I left, but I plan to take full and frequent advantage of Sue’s invitation.—C.S., North Hollywood, California
TWO ON A BIKE AND ONE WITH A DILDO EQUALS TEN TIMES THE FUN
Let me describe my wife. Cora Anne is forty-two but she looks much younger. She’s barely five feet tall, weighs one-hundred-five pounds and wears a petite size six. She sure turns heads when she walks by. Her breasts are perfect for her size and sag very little when she goes without a bra. She has trim hips, a rounded ass that begs to be grasped, and well-shaped athletic legs. Living in the southwest, she sports a year-round tan that sets off her sandy blonde hair.
Cora Anne was a midwestern girl who didn’t know the meaning of kinky until I came along. Not that she is a prude. She lived on her own for five years after her first marriage ended. I’m forty-eight and more traveled, having been all over the world by age twenty-two. It is my second marriage also. However, I don’t know any couple happier than us. We were best friends before we got married and it has remained that way since. I am truly the luckiest man alive. I am usually the aggressor in our sex lives and I come up with the off-beat adventures. It has been my way of keeping the spice in our lives over these last 12 years. Sometimes I can get a little carried away in our escapades but Cora Anne keeps me from straying too far.
We play a little game on our many car trips. Both our families live in the midwest, a two-day drive from our home. Also, we like to travel to other cities for weekend excursions. On the road, we utilize one of Cora Anne’s favorite vibrators to reduce the boredom of traveling. She likes the wand-type vibrator with a head about the size of a tennis ball. It is rechargeable so it can be used with or without plugging it in. We keep it in the glove compartment.
At some time during the trip, Cora Anne will slip down her panties or shorts, or she’ll raise her dress and start running that vibrator up and down her pouting cunt lips. Since we travel at night, we don’t have to worry about distracting other drivers. If it’s a day trip, I match the speed of the vehicles in front and back of us, keeping them at a safe distance as she passes the time buzzing her juicy pussy.
She’ll spread her legs wide so I can plainly see her diddling her hairy slit. She knows it drives me wild, wishing I could bury my face in her steaming sex and lick up all those sweet secretions. After multiple orgasms, she’ll either stop using the vibrator or continue to drive herself to more body-shaking orgasms as she slides over and frees my dick from the confines of my pants.
Cora Anne will then slowly jack me off or put her head in my lap and engulf my throbbing meat in her lovely mouth. It usually doesn’t take long for me to have an earthshaking orgasm, blasting my hot come into her waiting mouth or cupped hand. What a way to eat up the miles.
One night I talked Cora Anne into a variation of this exciting game. One of my big-boy toys is a fully dressed Honda Goldwing motorcycle. It has all the options, including cruise control. Its plush seats resemble saddles. There are two depressions for our butt cheeks and a ridge in the middle for support. They are well padded and very comfortable for the long ride. The rear seat is a little higher so the passenger can see over the driver’s head. With her feet on the footrests, Cora Anne’s thighs wrap around my hips—just the right height for reaching down and rubbing her thighs.
It was a perfect gulf coast night, cooling off from a rather warm day but it wasn’t so cool that Cora Anne would be chilled with the wind whipping past us. I got
her to put on one of those short, one piece outfits made of soft, stretchy, jersey material. I took the wand vibrator and laid it on the passenger seat. The handle ran straight back toward the rear backrest. The large head sat on the ridge that rises higher at the front of the seat. With the flexible neck on the vibrator, the handle could be pushed down so that it fit comfortably in the valley of Cora Anne’s magnificent ass. That left the head pushed up so it came in tight contact with her pussy. It nestled right where her rising clit would be when the stimulation started.
I covered the handle with a dark towel so that, even if she rose up on the seat, no one else could see what was there. I had her mount the motorcycle and pull the inside leg of her shorts to the side. She wasn’t wearing any panties. That put her naked cunt in direct contact with the machine that has given her so much pleasure in the past. Cora Anne spread her puffy pussy lips apart and settled down on the vibrator like a bird settling down on an egg. Also, since she sat right up against me, no one could see that her beautiful pussy was open to the air.
I quickly mounted and started the motorcycle, then headed for the four lane highway that runs right along the coast. Just before we pulled into the main stream of traffic, I had Cora Anne switch on the vibrator. She adjusted her position until she said it was perfect. I joined the flow of traffic.
We have an intercom system so we can talk as we ride along. At first, we chatted about how beautiful the night was. We also discussed how naughty it felt to engage in sex play right under the noses of all those other drivers. We always get a lot of stares when we go riding anyway. I don’t know if people are envious of our bike or envious of me with such a beautiful bike and such a good-looking lady behind me. Whichever way they are thinking, that night I felt like a king, knowing my wife was sitting right there behind me, exposed pussy pressed tight against my ass, getting her rocks off. The beer commercials are wrong, “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
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