I can’t tell you how much this drove me wild. Deirdre asked me if I liked it, and when I told her I did, she asked if I would enjoy having my cock someplace hotter and wetter. I felt myself being taken slowly inside her very hot and very wet pussy. But she allowed me to penetrate only a little way before she sat back and announced that it was my deal.
With my head spinning as it was, it was no wonder that I lost more times than I won. But finally I did win another hand. I had Deirdre stand in front of me while I took her panties off. Then I ran my tongue all over her moist pussy and swollen clit. I felt her legs begin to tremble.
Deirdre has told me many times that I have a talented tongue. When I thought her legs were in danger of giving way, I suggested that she bend over the couch. I moved behind her and brought the head of my hard cock to her wet pussy, then slid it slowly in.
I decided it was time to even up the score. I played with her, fucking her with very short strokes so just the head of my dick was going in and out of her. With every sixth or seventh stroke, I thrust my entire shaft in. Then I returned to the short strokes. When she moaned and tried to push back at me, I asked how she liked being on the receiving end. I continued to tease her this way for a good while before I sat down again.
By now the card game was forgotten. In fact, the cards were scattered all over the living room floor. Deirdre lay down on her back and held out her arms to me. In a second I was on top of her, sliding my entire length in and out of her clutching pussy. I tried to rub my cock against her throbbing clit as I pumped her faster and faster.
At one point I brought her legs together and put my legs outside hers. I didn’t know quite how this would work out for either of us, but we enjoyed it. Although I couldn’t penetrate her as deeply this way, I enjoyed the extra snugness of her slippery pussy, and she liked the increased stimulation of her clitoris and cunt lips afforded by her tightly closed thighs. She kept moaning and panting and telling me how much she was enjoying my hard cock.
After a while Deirdre rolled me on my back and mounted me. She put her hands on my knees and leaned back so that I would have a clear view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I licked one of my fingers and ran it over her throbbing clit. She asked, did I want her to come that badly? I told her how much that would turn me on.
She said that what would turn her on was if she straddled my face while I ate her out. I was more than happy to oblige. She sat on my face, and I licked furiously at her clit and pussy. I had been at it for only a few minutes when she suddenly went stiff all over and came without warning. I had heard of women coming this hard, but had never experienced it before. She came in four distinct waves, and each time I licked up as much of her juices as I could. I was so turned on, I thought that I was going to burst my balls right then and there.
As soon as Deirdre recovered, she said she wanted me to come too, and swiftly got on her hands and knees. I remembered how much she loved doing it doggie-style and mounted her from behind. Soon I was thrusting rapidly, marveling at how hot and wet she still was. I felt every nerve in my cock tingling as it slid in and out of that pulsing cunt.
When I felt myself getting close, I asked if she wanted me to come in her pussy or her mouth. She said it had been too long since she’d tasted me, and with that, I pulled out of her and she spun around and took my prick in her mouth. Once she did, I let go and felt the wave gush out of me and down her hungry throat.
Deirdre proceeded to suck me dry, but what happened next surprised us both. I wasn’t getting softer at all. In fact, I seemed to be getting even harder. And I knew I wanted to go back inside that hot pussy.
I asked Deirdre to lie on the couch and let me enter her again. I didn’t think I could actually come again so soon, and just planned to enjoy fucking her as long as possible. But it wasn’t long before I felt that familiar tingle coming back. Deirdre was twisting under me and groaning, heading for another climax of her own, and soon I was building up to an explosion that, when it came, was even more intense than the first one.
We both lay there in a kind of daze for a long while. When we came out of it, we agreed it was obvious that we were made for each other and that all those years we had been apart had been a waste. Now we are together for good, and the future looks just fine.
—K.L., Detroit, Michigan
Ebony & Ivory
EVEN “EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY FUCKERS” FIND SOME MEN MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS
At five eight, a hundred thirty-five pounds, with her long legs, all-over tan and slender figure that always attracts attention, Peggy could pass for late thirties. In fact she’s sixty-two. The only giveaway to her age is her classily coiffed short gray hair, which she refuses to dye.
Peggy and I got together after my ex-wife and I finally divorced after a thirty-eight-year marriage. We’d already had a ten-year affair, during which she always shared the experiences she had with other lovers. She can still get me off in a minute by pretending I’m one of them and using her verbal skills while we fuck.
So we knew going in we’d have an open marriage. I encouraged Peggy to continue her promiscuity, and she did. With her looks, she rarely has trouble picking up attractive guys, and she’s had good experiences with almost all of them. She has brought many of them to our home, which has a big two-way mirror in the door of the closet for me to hide and watch. In my years of watching my pretty wife have sex with other men, I’ve probably spewed a quart of come on that closet door and floor.
Peggy calls herself an equal-opportunity fucker. She’s gotten it on with the whole gamut of the male population. Even young men are attracted to her. One of my most memorable experiences was watching her fuck a college sophomore under the table. He was no dweeb either. He was a stud with staying power, built like a football running back. They screwed six times in three hours, the last time standing in front of the mirror, not two feet from me. He boinked her all summer, coming over at least once a week.
Peggy fucks older men too—a seventy-two-year-old she wants me to tell you was a fine lay—and just about every race. She knows I like to have her do it with black guys. The event I want to share was with a black guy.
We’d gone to a local singles pickup joint. Peggy, in high heels, red lipstick and a minidress that buttoned down the front and hit her above mid-thigh, sat at the bar scoping the clientele. A few guys bought her drinks and hit on her (with me sitting a few stools away!), but her eye was on a good-looking black guy who was sitting alone in a booth—six-three, two hundred-plus pounds, with a mustache.
After half an hour of Peggy’s encouraging glances, he came up and bought her a drink. His name was Larry, and after some small talk he finally asked, “You alone?”
“Yes, but not because I want to be,” she said, smiling. “You’re very attractive.”
“So are you,” Larry said, taking her hand and glancing around at the men who had struck out with her.
“I’m home alone for the week, and I don’t live far,” my sexy mate said.
“I’m ready!” Larry said. I slipped out and raced home to take up my post. I hadn’t been in the closet more than five minutes before I heard them. As they came in the bedroom, Larry said, “Nice!”
“Yeah,” Peggy said, nodding at the king-size bed. “I like lots of room.” She turned and kissed him, his black hands fondling her butt, rubbing her thin dress over her buttocks. She opened her mouth, and his tongue ravished hers while she rubbed her belly all over his groin.
When they came up for air, Peggy unbuttoned her dress. Larry grinned and began to unbutton his shirt. His eyes went wide when her dress fell to the floor leaving her wearing nothing but red-strap heels and an eager smile. As he took off his shirt, she undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He got his shoes off and stepped out of his pants, exposing a huge bulge in his shorts.
Larry slid his shorts down, and Peggy gasped “Jesus!” His penis was no longer than mine, but its girth was staggering. She wrapped both her hands around it.
“My
God, I never saw one this thick before,” she said. He grinned broadly, his white teeth shining.
“You like it, baby?”
Peggy nodded, eyeing the huge glans, more than twice the size of mine. She dropped to her knees and opened her red lips as wide as possible, then slid Larry’s massive meat in her mouth, humming and glancing up at him as she did. Saliva mixed with lipstick smears soon coated his pole.
“Baby, I can’t last long!” he gasped. She got up and led him to the bed, using his huge prick as a handle. She let go long enough to scramble to the middle of the bed, spreading her long, tanned legs wide. He loomed over her, and her eyes locked onto his while her hands drew him to her. She had totally forgotten me, which only added to my excitement.
His big cockhead pushed against her juicy quim. As it disappeared in her, a loud “Ah!” escaped her lips.
He held still, gasping and looking down at the white beauty he was debauching. “Feel good?” he panted.
“Jesus!” she said, worshiping him with her eyes. “I’ve had my share of cocks, but yours feels better than any of them.” He chuckled and flexed his hips, driving his member deeper.
“Oh God, baby!” she moaned, her eyes closing, her thighs spreading even wider and her knees lifting toward her shoulders.
“Sweet, sweet pussy!” the black stud gasped, his eyes dropping to watch his flesh in Peggy’s white snatch. He shoved again, and she emitted a passion-choked groan. She dug her fingers in his biceps. Her eyes were again glued lovingly to his face.
He was breathing raggedly, trying to control the urge to fuck her. He sent another couple of inches of stiff black staff in my squirming mate. There was adoration in her expression.
“You like black cock,” he said—almost an accusation.
“I’ve had black cocks before,” she said, “but nothing like yours.” He grinned as he buried his shaft in her. His balls nestled against her anus, and she breathed through her mouth as her butt shivered beneath him.
“There,” he said. “I’m all the way in that fabulous pussy of yours.”
“Mmm!” she said. “My pussy was never so happy!”
I winced at the truth in her voice. Larry withdrew his magic wand and plunged it back in, making Peggy wail with pleasure. Five more times he slowly withdrew and repenetrated. She writhed and kicked with joy, and never looked my way, as she often does when she fucks other men in our bed, knowing I love her attention while she cuckolds me.
She gave Larry a long French kiss, then said, “Let me fuck you. I want to give you my very best sex.”
“Be my guest,” he said. She wrapped her legs round him, her hips and butt driving him in and out of her with energy and stamina that surprised even me.
“Suck my nipples!” she gasped, howling as he fondled her breasts. The bed creaked with her frantic fucking. Each time the thick pole plowed in her, flecks of pussy nectar flew onto her inner thighs and his wiry pubic hair and black balls. They were breathing like distance runners, and sweat gleamed on their bodies.
Larry suckled Peggy’s sensitive nipples, then rose up grinning and said to her, “You’re one great fuck.”
“Oh baby,” she said, “with that fat prick in her, what woman wouldn’t be?” She was panting with excitement.
He leaned over, Frenched her for half a minute, then rose up and said softly, “Now let me fuck you.”
“Be my guest, lover,” she said, ceasing her wild movements. She was sweating freely. His muscular butt now drove his rod in and out of her in mighty strokes. She howled, spurring him on.
“Yes, Larry! Fuck me with that wonderful cock! God, I love your cock!”
Her eyes, reduced to slits from lust, stared up at him with awe. His ebony limb would drip each time he withdrew, and she squirmed each time he drove back in. He picked up the tempo, and his face twisted into a mask of contorted pleasure.
“Gonna come, baby!” he rasped. His loins slapped her thighs and butt.
“Do it, lover!” she said. “Fill me with your seed!” Soon they both cried out in mutual orgasm. It went on for ten seconds, leaving them heaving and sweating.
“Jesus, that was the best I ever had,” Larry panted.
“Mmm, me, too,” Peggy said. He rose up on his elbows and smiled at her, her face only inches from his.
“What would your hubby say if he knew a black cock just came in your pussy?”
“Mmm, I don’t care what he’d say,” she said, cradling his face in her hands. “I’ll fuck you anytime you want.”
With his rod still in her, he said, “I live halfway across the state, but I’ll be back if it means more loving like this.”
“Promise!” she said eagerly. “I’ll meet you halfway, or all the way, if I can have that beautiful cock in me again.”
“Deal,” he said. “I’ll give you my business card.”
“And I’ll give you my home number,” she said.
He rose to his knees and withdrew his tool. He smiled at her spent pussy. “Better not fuck hubby till that tightens up.” He slid off the bed and began to dress. She sprawled there naked, wanton, utterly unashamed.
“He won’t care,” she said. “He lets me fuck around.” Larry looked shocked, and paused in his dressing.
“You shittin’ me?” he said.
“Nope.” Peggy smiled at his surprise. “We both fuck whoever we want, whenever we want, and I want to fuck you again as soon as I can.”
“Jesus,” he said, staring at her naked body. “You gonna tell him about us?”
“Sure,” Peggy smiled, her legs still splayed obscenely. “He loves sloppy seconds. The looser and messier I am, the better he likes it.”
“Jesus!” Larry shook his head, working his feet back into his shoes. “I wish my wife was like the two of you.”
“She can’t love your cock any more than I do,” she said. “I’m jealous.” She fingered her sticky cunt lips, and he watched her like a snake. “My husband likes black pussy as much as I like black cock. Maybe we can arrange a swap.”
“Naw,” he said. “Sandra’s too straitlaced for that. Anyway, she’s gotten a little fat.”
He pulled out his wallet and held out a card. She scooted to the edge of the bed to take it, then got one of our address notes from the nightstand and gave it to him. They kissed again, and he kneaded her bare butt with his big black hands.
When their kiss ended, he said, “I’d love to fuck this fine white ass sometime.”
“Sweetie, you can fuck any part of me anytime.”
Larry laughed, and they walked to the door, holding hands in front and caressing each other’s butt behind. I followed them, hiding. At the door Peggy gave her lover a long French kiss. He fondled her snatch, and finally left.
She stood in the doorway, naked except for her heels, waving as his car receded toward the street. Our front door is secluded, so I didn’t worry about anyone seeing her. But she’d have done the same thing if we had neighbors right across the street.
Finally Peggy returned to the bedroom, smiling at my gooey hard-on. She giggled at the come-stained carpet and mirror and said, “He had a nice cock, Tommy.”
“He did,” I agreed, as she pulled me on the bed, parted her come-caked thighs and pulled my rod in. “Did it feel good up in you?”
“Mmm, the best ever,” she murmured as I sank my dick to the hilt. Her hips and butt moved expertly, fucking me with her sloppy cunt. “I can’t wait to call him and set up another time,” she said.
“You’re so loose!” I panted, already nearing orgasm.
She smiled. “He stretched me the most I’ve ever been, Tommy. I love you, but anytime he’s around, his cock is the one I want in me.”
I felt pangs of jealousy as I fucked her sloppy pussy, which gave me barely any friction. She slid her fingers in my crack, tickling and probing, while the other hand fondled my balls.
“How does your cock like being coated with a black man’s semen?” she asked, her eyes bright with lewd teasing. I groan
ed as I emptied my spunk in her, then lay atop her gasping, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Will I look too eager if I call first thing Monday morning?” my slutty wife giggled.
“Of course,” I said. “But you don’t think you can hold out any longer, do you?”
We laughed and kissed. She made the call Monday morning at eight.
—T.L., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
THIS DOLL OF A BLONDE BECOMES HOOKED ON “THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC”
People call me Doll on account of my being cute and petite. I’m five-one, a hundred five pounds, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim build and, I must say, adorable size-five feet. (I often have to shop for shoes in the little girls’ section.)
I go to great lengths to keep my white complexion smooth and blemish-free. Though my breasts are small, the nipples are long and thick, and I find men are as aroused by prominent nipples as by breasts that are merely large.
Senior year in high school I took night secretarial classes that enabled me to land a decent-paying job in the city without going to college. Before long I met a man, slightly older at thirty-three, from a town like the suburb I grew up in. Allen was a bit chubby, and short, but he was the most wonderful comrade. We laughed and really had fun. Thankfully, he didn’t have the bad case of vanity I do. He really doted on me.
The building I lived in was actually a house where the basement, first floor and attic had been converted to apartments. The man downstairs from me was hopelessly in love with me, but I had no interest in him whatsoever, except he was good at fixing leaks, wiring and so on. I was kind to him but let him know I wasn’t available.
Upstairs was Alicia. She was nineteen and had a rich daddy who paid her rent and college tuition. She was five-six, had strawberry blonde hair and looked like she jumped out of a TV set tuned to MTV. She had the wild, fashionable college-girl look and attitude. She was a bit snobby, and since I was a bit vain, I wasn’t too happy living below a rival beauty queen. Allen stole glances at her going up the stairs. When pressed, he admitted he found her smoking hot.
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