Sandy came again, this time slipping two fingers inside herself and then bringing them up to my mouth so I could taste her essence. I marveled at how sweet it was. Like honey, I thought.
“I have to fuck you now,” I growled. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Do my pussy first,” Sandy said, having pulled her mouth off my cock. “And then my asshole. I love it when a guy busts open my rear door. You okay with that?”
Okay? Here was this gorgeous creature naked and horny and asking me to fuck not only her cunt but her ass as well. I was much, much more than okay. I was euphoric.
Sandy knelt on the couch with her hands braced against the back cushions, and I took up a position right behind her, moving cautiously because of my bad knee. As her pussy was soaking wet and my cock stone hard, I wasted no time plunging balls-deep inside her. Sheer willpower enabled me to keep from coming for a few minutes, but when Sandy started working a finger in and out of her ass as I fucked her cunt with steady, even strokes, I almost lost it. Time to switch holes, I thought.
Withdrawing from her drenched pussy, I placed the head of my cock at her pretty pink pucker and began pushing into her divine backside. Sandy looked back at me, her face flushed with desire. “Give it to me, Joey,” she demanded. “I want it all in my ass, baby.
And that’s what she got. When all seven inches of my hard cock was buried in her behind, I stood there looking down at her asshole stretched tight around me, savoring the delightfully obscene sight. The slight pain in my bad knee was nothing compared to the wonderful feel of Sandy’s tight ass as I began fucking it. “Oh, do it, do it,” she pleaded. “Fuck my ass, baby. Harder, please.”
I hung in there for a while, but when Sandy cried out that she was coming, I plunged into her fine ass one last time and sent my creamy semen rushing into her back passage. I couldn’t stop coming, or so it seemed, and when I finally pulled out of Sandy’s bottom I was exhausted.
The pain in my bad knee returned with a vengeance, but that didn’t stop me from watching, blurry-eyed, as my come began trickling out of my lovely neighbor’s well-stretched asshole.
Sandy left soon after that, but not before promising to check up on me in a few days. I made my way into the bathroom with the aid of my cane, showered for the second time that night, then crawled into bed. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The swelling in my knee was of secondary importance, made almost irrelevant by the swelling in my cock. And how nice to have a beautiful neighbor who had the cure for that.
—Mr. J.F., via email
A Man Overhears His Hot New Neighbor Having Phone Sex
I first heard her voice less than an hour ago—it was lush, throaty, and sensual. It startled me at first, since it was as audible as if she were standing in my room. I would realize later, when I looked into her window, that it was because her bed was up against the same wall as mine, and she, too, was sitting up in bed, leaning her back against the wall. It was as if the vibrations of her voice traveled through the thin sheet of drywall separating us and into my back and shoulders. I will never forget the first words she said:
“Hello, this is Paula. I’m twenty-eight, five-foot-eight, and one hundred and twenty-four pounds. I have brown hair and green eyes. I’m not looking to meet, just some sexy conversation.”
Then, silence. I quickly realized she was recording some kind of telephone message, but it was clearly not for her answering machine. After a moment, her smoky voice came through again, redoing the message, this time with a hint of laughter, and something else. Her voice took on a husky quality. When she pronounced vowels, her voice became breathy.
“This is Paula. Twenty-eight. I’m old enough to know better, but young enough not to care. I want to get off over the phone right now. Leave me a message, and tell me why you’re the right man for the job.”
I barely breathed, waiting for her next comment. It seemed like an eternity, but then it came. Her message had caught more ears than my own. She was already getting responses on the telephone line.
“Hello, Joseph. Thanks for your message. So, you like to flirt with women over the telephone? That sounds nice. What do you look like?”
I reached over to turn out my bedside lamp, and in the darkness focused absolutely all of my attention on the rich tones of her voice.
“What am I wearing? Well, right now I’m sitting in my bed, wearing a black lace camisole top and panties. That’s it. What about you?”
I stretched my legs, careful not to make the bed creak. In the silence, I heard the sound of my breathing quicken. My jeans felt tight around my crotch. Paula’s voice came back through the wall.
“Well, Joseph, I’m tall but definitely not big-boned. My skin is pale white, and I have freckles on my shoulders, on my arms, and a few on my legs. I have long brown hair, a little curly. It’s about shoulder length.”
I caught myself running my hand along my leg. I was very excited myself, aroused by Paula’s voice.
“Really, Joseph. You shouldn’t be so forward, you know. But I like the deal. Okay. I’ll take off my camisole if you take off your T-shirt. I’m slipping down the spaghetti straps now. Hold on. And now I’m slipping it off over my shoulders. There, yes, it feels good without the top. Uh-huh. Yeah, I have my window open a crack, and the cool breeze is blowing across my bed. Hmmm. Yeah. I guess they’re getting a little hard, but I’m not sure if it’s the breeze or your sensual voice. You want me to touch them? Okay.”
I had undone my jeans and was getting into the conversation. My cock was standing at attention in the cool white light that filtered in from the streetlight outside. A drop of precome glistened where it had gathered at the tip of my cock.
“I like when a man goes down on me,” Paula said. “Doesn’t everybody like oral sex?” I heard her laugh, a light bubbly laugh. “What am I doing right now? Well, I’m teasing my nipples, sort of cupping my breasts, and then playing with one nipple and then the other. Yeah, they are sensitive. Are you touching yourself?”
I nodded in the darkness. I had added some saliva to the precome smeared on my palm and was stroking my rock-hard shaft. My window was also open and a breeze blew in across my lower half, sending a whiff of my scent to my nose. It was a strangely animal smell.
“I want to come now,” I heard her say. “Can you make me come?”
At this point, I got up from my bed and made my way over to the window. It was a back window, and looked out across the park, so I did not have to worry about being seen by a passerby. I slowly slid the window open. If I leaned away from the building far enough, I could see into the next window over. Paula, newly arrived, hadn’t put any curtains up yet, but because of the angle I couldn’t see any more of her than from her waist down. But my view of her long legs—which were spread wide—was perfect. Her blue panties were soaked. There was no missing the dark damp spot below the point she was touching. Every few moments her knees would come up and her thighs would squeeze together around her hand, which was a blur of motion.
“Joe, I’ll make a deal with you, now.” Her voice had taken on a desperate intensity. “I’ll take off my panties if you take off your boxer shorts. Okay, let me put the phone down for a moment.”
She planted her feet and raised her ass off the bed to slip off the blue panties. For a split second, I caught sight of her long brown hair as it spilled like a curtain over her shoulders as she leaned forward to take off her undies. And then she leaned back out of sight, letting her knees fall open again. Her hand traced across her stomach, and then found its position again between her legs. She dipped two fingers deep into her pussy, almost past the knuckle, and then spread the wetness across her lips and around her clit in a tight circle.
“Joe, I want to get something I keep next to my bed.
It will help me to imagine it’s you inside me, right here. Can you hold on a second?”
Paula rolled over to one side, and I heard the sound of a drawer opening. She returned to her position in the center of the bed and
opened her long alabaster legs. She ran a bright pink dildo across her stomach, and then delicately rubbed her slit with it. She handled it expertly, lovingly even, as she applied the glistening natural lubricant that flowed so freely between her legs all over its softly pointed tip. Then she lifted her legs off the bed, tilting her pussy at just the right angle, and slipped it in. Only the bright pink handle was visible, and her hips were rocking in a regular rhythm. She held the handle by reaching under her right leg. This allowed her to move freely against it, while her other hand attended to her needy clitoris. I imagined that the phone was clamped up against her ear by her shoulder because she was still excitedly talking to Joseph.
But it wasn’t really talking, anymore. Her conversation had become simply moaning sounds and the word “yes,” repeated over and over. My cock was slick with my own precome, which was dripping off the head like honey. My fingers smeared it up and down the shaft as I tightly gripped the thick stalk, turning my hand slightly as it went up and down the length.
“I want to come for you, Joseph. Yes, I want to make you come. I can hear you’re close. Are you close, Joseph? Are you? Will you come for me? Let’s do it together.”
I was nodding my head as I clamped down on my lower lip to keep from answering her. My breath was ragged. Inside my tightening balls, my come was reaching the boiling point. A hot sensation traveled the length of my penis. All I could see was the blur of pink as the dildo plunged over and over into Paula’s soaking wet pussy.
“I’m coming, Joseph!”
As Paula came, I exploded, sending thick spurts of come out of my window and into the night air. Over and over I shot ropes of thick white syrup onto the leafy branches below. After a moment, I leaned forward, resting on my elbows. I looked over into the apartment next door, where Paula’s legs were squeezed tightly together. They opened again and I saw the pink base of the dildo that was still deep inside her. Her breathing was still heavy, but relaxed now. Her moans turned to sighs, and her voice cooed into the telephone.
“Oh, Joseph, yes, that was nice.”
I slowly slid the window down and climbed back into bed. Completely spent, I closed my eyes and after a few moments I slipped into a deep sleep, dreaming about borrowing a cup of sugar.
—Mr. R.T., Fort Lee, New Jersey
Concerning Swingers, One Blonde Housewife, a Handsome Black Man, and Homemade Videos
Ruthann was a typical housewife who drove around in a Volvo station wagon and worked part-time as a marketing consultant. She was very beautiful, with silky blonde chin-length hair. Being a serious jogger and workout devotee, her body was firm and toned. Her legs were sensational, the product of running many miles in the nearby hills.
Right now, however, those legs were flailing in the air above a pair of muscular shoulders. I was watching a powerfully built black man hump her furiously while her husband, Ken, and I videotaped the action. Ruthann was wailing with pleasure, her groans reaching a crescendo. As his cock moved in and out of her, his balls slapping against her creamy white ass, I considered my good fortune at being privileged to witness this scene.
Ruthann and Ken lived right around the corner from me. I had often seen them around the neighborhood and nodded hello or made occasional small talk. They were a classically attractive couple: tall, blond, and fit. Many times I had watched longingly as Ruthann jogged by and wondered what it would be like to have those gorgeous legs wrapped around mine. Eventually, I was lucky enough to find out.
Being single, I liked to swing with couples I met through a box number in the personal ads of the local alternative newspaper. I was shocked and delighted when I received a response from Ruthann and Ken. When I called them and identified myself, they were as excited—and amused—as I was about it all.
When we finally got together it was a fantasy come true. Ruthann was an enthusiastic, tireless lover, moving easily back and forth between her husband and me or eagerly taking us on at the same time, fucking and sucking with wild abandon.
After we had all gotten together several times, Ken, aware that I liked to watch, invited me to come over with my video camera while they entertained Ron, whom they had recently met at a local swing club. Ken enjoyed making videos of his wife with other men, and this time he wanted another cameraman along so he could get all the angles.
I had been with Ruthann enough times to have developed a certain sense of possessiveness toward her, so the idea of seeing her with “another man” other than Ken held a special excitement for me. And now, here I was! Ruthann was wearing a frilly white merry widow with strapless cups that accentuated the fullness of her breasts. On her legs were sheer white stockings and strappy high-heeled sandals. She didn’t bother with panties and had wrapped her entire body in a long white silk robe.
When Ron had arrived, we shared a quick drink, then he and Ruthann began making out like a couple of newlyweds. That in itself was an exceptional thrill. The sight of my delicate blonde neighbor wrapped in the arms of this black man, panting with excitement as she passionately French-kissed him, gave me an instant hard-on. Within minutes, Ron had pushed the robe off her shoulders and pulled down the top of her merry widow to release her gorgeous breasts. As he put his mouth to her nipples, Ruthann gasped and sucked in her breath sharply, throwing her head back and holding his face tightly against her heaving chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and returned the favor, flicking her tongue at his nipples while her hand stroked the growing bulge in his pants.
Without hesitation, Ron guided her head down toward that bulge. She slid off the couch and onto the rug, kneeling between his parted legs. Then she unfastened his pants and pulled down the top of his boxer shorts, his cock springing free. When Ruthann gingerly wrapped her tiny fingers around the very rigid shaft, it appeared almost as thick as her wrist.
My heart was pounding—and I’m sure Ken’s was, too—as Ruthann flicked her tongue at the mushroom-shaped head, licked along the ridge, and planted a light kiss on it. Then she guided Ron’s cock into her mouth. After a few teasing sucks and licks, she began to go down on him with enthusiasm—noisily and hungrily sucking and slurping away.
Camera in hand, Ken sidled over to me and we both gazed in awe at the erotic sight before us: his beautiful wife, her spectacular body spilling out of her sexy lingerie, kneeling between the legs of this handsome man and ardently sucking his cock. Her face took on an intense, determined expression, and she sucked him even more fiercely, occasionally emitting a fervent little whimper. She pumped him in her hand, the diamond of her engagement ring sparkling as she worked her fingers up and down the shaft, keeping the head inside her mouth and letting her tongue massage it.
I began to take notice of other little details that made watching this display an even greater turn-on. Ruthann always wore a delicate gold chain around her neck with a tiny heart-shaped locket on it. That little charm, which I’d seen swaying in front of her bosom as she leaned over the produce counter in the supermarket, was now tickling a pair of hairy balls. Her head was bobbing furiously, lips sliding up and down his cock, blonde hair flying in all directions. As the tips of her swaying breasts brushed against his thighs, that locket bounced off his balls with each of her downward movements. I don’t think Ron noticed.
After a while, Ron gently lifted her head from his erect cock and moved her down on the rug. Laying Ruthann on her back, he swung around into a 69 and began fucking her mouth from above her face as he buried his face between her thighs. As Ron ate her pussy, Ruthann began to moan, the cock filling her mouth and largely stifling her cries.
As her moans became more frantic, she planted her high heels on the floor and pushed her hips up, desperately grinding her crotch into Ron’s face. Finally, he rolled off her and turned around. “You ready, baby?” he said softly as he positioned himself between her thighs. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled in a barely audible whisper.
Ron let his cockhead gently graze the outer lips of her pussy, slowly moving it up and down the length of the slit. When it t
ouched her clit, Ruthann grunted sharply and her whole body jerked. He continued to tease her for a while, sliding his cock along her cunt lips, barely touching them, making her convulse and whimper aloud in sweet anticipation.
Finally, to Ken’s and my surprise, Ruthann decided she couldn’t take anymore and, reaching down, tried to shove Ron’s cock inside her. But he grasped her wrist firmly to stop her, wanting to tease a little more.
“You want that, babe?” he said with a sidelong wink in Ken’s direction.
“Oh, yeah,” she gasped. I had never seen her in such a state of desire. Her whole body seemed to be begging for that cock. She was panting and quivering, with her hair damp and matted against her face. “I want you inside me.”
Without another word, Ron guided his cock toward her pussy and slowly pushed the head in. Then he stopped to let her adjust.
Ruthann’s body convulsed even more sharply than before, and she let out a grunt followed by a tiny whimper. Her pussy lips were stretched to the limit around his cock, seeming to cling to it even tighter than her mouth had earlier. Once again Ron moved forward, giving her another inch of cock, and again she grunted and whimpered. They repeated this process over and over as, little by little, his shaft slowly disappeared inside her.
When he finally buried his full length into her, Ruthann turned into a wild woman. She was arching her back and scraping her red-painted nails across Ron’s shoulders while moaning and sucking in deep gulps of air. I saw Ron’s leg and ass muscles flex as he began pumping his cock into my neighbor’s pussy. Again and again her upward arches met his downward thrusts. With a throbbing hard-on of my own, I watched transfixed as these two beautifully contrasting bodies drove each other to greater heights.
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