Writhing, Ruthann cried out her pleasure, her legs sliding up and down the backs of Ron’s massive thighs as she pivoted her hips frantically to meet his deep thrusts. Then, as passion finally overtook her—and when Ron began to slam that huge prick harder and faster into her cunt—Ruthann began surrendering to her climax. Ron pushed her legs back until they were up over his broad shoulders, and she grabbed his ass, digging her nails into his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into her. She began to whimper in a high-pitched voice, “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come… Oh, God!”
When her orgasm had subsided, Ruthann sighed, lying there with her lover’s still-hard cock inside her, panting and trying to catch her breath.
“I’m not done yet, baby,” Ron said with a smile. “Turn over.”
She obediently turned around and got on all fours, with her ass in the air. Ron positioned himself behind her and quickly slid his cock all the way into her cunt. He held her hips with both hands and pounded away while Ruthann gripped the rug tightly and struggled to maintain her balance. Her breasts swayed wildly, and her ass cheeks jiggled in time with the rhythmic slap of his midsection against her buttocks. With each thrust into her, she gasped and grunted until finally Ron tensed and groaned loudly, reaching a powerful orgasm that seemed to last close to a full minute. His cock was a blur, slamming in and out of her like a piston, and Ruthann probably roused the entire neighborhood with her earsplitting squealing and shrieking.
After filling her with his cream, Ron lifted Ruthann from the floor, carried her over to the couch, and put her down tenderly. She lay there quietly, hair disheveled, stockings twisted, a stream of come slowly running down her leg, but she wore a blissful smile on her face. Ken and I switched off our cameras, both of us smiling broadly as well. After that day, I could never again see her around the neighborhood without getting an immediate hard-on.
—Name and address withheld
Hard Drive, Sex Drive—Smart Computer Gal Addresses Both
One day while I was working on my new computer it decided to perform an illegal operation and shut down. Not knowing what to do, I called my neighbor, Nora, to see if she could help, since she worked in the computer industry. She said that she had some time before going to work and would be right over.
I was still at the computer when she knocked on the door. I told her to come in and explained what happened. I asked if she wanted to sit at the keyboard, but she told me to stay put. She had me type some commands into the computer, and when it didn’t respond, Nora reached around me and took control of the keyboard. As she typed some other stuff into it, I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were hard against my shoulders. I sat back a bit in order to put more pressure against her tits. When she didn’t move away, I moved my shoulders back and forth. She leaned in closer, and a moan escaped her lips as I reached behind myself and ran a hand up her stocking-covered leg.
I spun the chair around and there, right in front of me, were her beautiful tits. I kissed them through her blouse as she started to unbutton it. As soon as she had the blouse off along with her bra, I was sucking on her beautiful breasts with their nice hard nipples. She held my head tightly to her as I ran my hands up her legs. Soon I reached her very hot, wet panties. I slowly rubbed her pussy through her panties, making her moan some more. I slipped a finger inside her undies and then finger-fucked her. As I was doing this, she reached down, opened my pants, and pulled out my hard cock. Soon I had her on her way to her first orgasm as I fingered her pussy and sucked on her tits.
When Nora finally caught her breath, I got out of the chair and had her sit down. She took my hard cock into her mouth and started to suck it. First she took in only the head and then slowly worked the rest of the shaft in. Soon she was deep-throating me like a pro. It was like she couldn’t get enough of my hot cock.
I held her head tightly in my hands and fucked her mouth like I would fuck her pussy. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer and filled her mouth with my come. She gulped it all down, not missing a drop.
I pulled Nora to her feet, and we moved to the couch, where I quickly took off her skirt and panties. As I got on the floor in front of her, she pulled her stocking-covered legs up on the couch and spread her pussy lips open for me, giving me a wide-open view of her shaved sex. I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit, hungry for her taste, till she was begging me to eat her. I took her hard little love button in my mouth and sucked on it as I slid a finger into her hot pussy. In no time at all she was coming, wrapping her legs around my neck as pleasure engulfed her.
I guided my hard, throbbing cock into her love hole. I fucked her nice and slow at first, picking up my rhythm as she pulled me in deeper with her legs. With her legs wrapped around me and her pussy muscles squeezing my cock, it didn’t take long for me to shoot my load deep inside her sweet pussy.
As she got dressed to leave for work, I noticed that some of my come slowly trickled down her thigh. I started to feel her up again, but she told me it would have to wait till another day and that she had to get to work. I told her okay, adding that now whenever I had a problem with my computer, I’d know who to call. Nora smiled and said, “Getting things up and running is what I do best.”
—Mr. L.U., Durham, North Carolina
Housewife Enjoys Showing Off Her New Look
The other day I put on my heels and pranced around the house with the windows open, exposing my nakedness to anyone who might happen along. I never looked to check if anyone actually did see me. I went about my business as if I were entirely unaware of my own nudity, but there was nothing innocent about my exhibitionism.
Even though I had no idea whether I was seen, I imagined the heat of the postman’s stare, or the stir that I was surely causing between the legs of the pizza guy ringing the bell next door. I fantasized about men jerking off on my lawn to the sight of my breasts swaying back and forth as I dusted in my birthday suit. I pictured my neighbors from across the way scurrying for their glasses to get a better look at my creamy butt cheeks as I vacuumed. I daydreamed about the meter reader reaching out to trace the outline of the daisy-chain tattoo that marks the tanned flesh of my upper thigh, just below my pantyline.
Eventually, I sprawled out on the couch right in front of my bay window and put my hands between my legs. I rocked back and forth on my palm, going slowly, manipulating my clitoris with the gentleness reserved for delicate flowers. I spread my petals and glided my fingers up and down my sex while daydreaming about the cable guys across the street, running up to the window to stare—and then, suddenly, I convulsed with orgasm. I imagined each thud of my heart to be the whole neighborhood’s thunderous applause for my fine performance.
I wasn’t always so keen on people watching me, however. It wasn’t until one day at the beach that I decided to get my act together. That day I watched a flaxen-haired siren walk along the dunes of the beach in her high-heeled sandals, envying her long, tanned legs. Her bikini left little to the imagination and gave every passerby an eyeful. I squinted my eyes against the harsh rays of the sun and tried to keep her in my sight as she headed down toward the water, her butt cheeks jiggling enticingly and her gorgeous hair blowing about in the warm summer breeze.
I brought my book up to my chest as I eyed Ms. Jersey Shore USA in all her graceful glory, becoming self-conscious about my own lack of a tan. Apparently my husband had been watching me because I caught him staring at me as I evaluated my own physique.
“You could look just as good as her…” he began as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. “In fact, you could look even better. All you need to do is lose some weight.”
I tried to envision myself prancing around the beach with my large breasts hanging out the sides of my itsybitsy bikini; my butt cheeks peeking out of the bottoms; my legs tanned; my hair highlighted from exposure to the sun. In my fantasy the muscular blond lifeguard stationed to my right would abandon his post to follow me down to the water, aiming his binoculars at my tight thighs as they flex
ed with each step I took. His mouth would open in awe as I reached down to slip off my sandals, my breasts dangling from the weight of gravity.
Yes, I would do it! I would get off my lazy ass and sign up right away at one of those weight-loss places. I was tired of always having to pretend I was worth a second look. Fred was right. With patience and perseverance I could lose the unwanted weight and be beautiful.
Well, it wasn’t easy, but I did it. Slowly but surely the excess pounds I’d been carrying around for too long melted away, and then came the day I looked in the mirror and smiled with pride. There, staring back at me, was a very shapely girl with a pretty face ready to take on the world!
Ecstatic with the new me, I threw away my old baggy clothes and bought short shorts and an even skimpier bikini. I wanted people to see the shapely legs I worked so hard to attain. But I didn’t feel as if I was turning enough heads as I walked down the street in my daisy dukes and halter tops. Skimpy has been in style for so long that I was just another five and a half feet of appealing female. So
I started gardening in the nude, waiting for my neighbor, Tom, to catch sight of me while he read the newspaper.
He ignored me at first, so I would constantly drop things and pretend to stub my toe or break a nail. A little coquettish “ow” usually did the trick of tearing him away from his paper long enough to look up. I never looked his way to see his expression, but Tom began reading his paper outside a lot more often at the same time I did my gardening every day.
From time to time I would put on a really great show for him, sitting in the grass with my legs spread wide and my bare pussy and breasts facing him. I was sure he wasn’t getting much reading done in between peeks, but in order to keep him out there a bit longer, I knew I had to mix things up a little bit. That’s when I began masturbating for him.
I would start out coyly wiping away beads of sweat from my breasts, allowing my fingers to linger on my nipples a bit too long—long enough to make Tom hold his breath in anticipation. Then I’d pull at my swollen nubs, yanking them away from my chest before dipping a hand between my legs to caress myself. Warmed by the sun, I would diddle my nether regions until I was coming all over the place, happy in the knowledge that my wide-eyed next-door neighbor was taking it all in.
Although I love opening up my windows and baring my derriere to every Tom, Dick, and Harry, nothing compares to how turned on I feel when my husband is watching me.
Fred arrives home about five-thirty every day, and sometimes I’ll take out my vibrator and plop myself down on the couch minutes before he’s due home. I’ll begin gliding the vibrator slowly in and out of my slick cunt, not fast and hard enough to get myself off, but enough to get me good and hot for my sexy spouse.
I know he’ll stand in the foyer for as long as he can take it, and then come into the living room, close the drapes, and begin kissing me from head to toe. The feel of his tongue in my mouth and his thick cock pressing up inside me, sliding in and out of me, is enough to quickly send me over the edge, convulsing with pure delight.
—Ms. C.F., Trenton, New Jersey
The Games Girls Play Keep Their Guys Tied by Their Sides
On a recent Saturday night, my wife, Melissa, her best friend, Beth, and I went to a local bistro for dinner, where we ran into an old friend. Robert was sitting at the bar by himself drinking a beer, so we invited him to join us. We all ordered dinner, and we were halfway into our appetizers when Melissa nudged me under the table and motioned to our friends, who had been flirting up a storm. It took me a minute to remember that Beth and Robert had dated in the past, and I knew that my wife had hoped they would end up as happily married as we were. Little did we know then how tight they would end up being.
After we were done with our dessert and coffee, we all went back to our apartment. On the way there, Melissa and Beth came up with a little game for us to play, and they explained the rules. After all of the flirting that had been going on, neither of us was surprised that this game was sexual in nature, and we eagerly agreed to go along with their plan.
When we got inside, we went right to the bedroom. “Okay, both of you undress,” Melissa said, her voice sterner than I’d ever heard it before. Intrigued, we heeded her command.
I tried not to look too closely at Robert when we had finally both stripped, though I couldn’t help glancing at his cock, which was as stiff as mine. Meanwhile, Melissa took a pair of nylon stockings from her dresser drawer and wrapped up each one as though it was rope. Quickly, I got the picture, and my excitement grew exponentially.
“We don’t think we can trust you two to keep your hands to yourselves,” Beth explained, as Melissa handed her one of the rolled-up stockings. “Now, get on the bed, on your backs.”
I followed Robert onto the mattress, noting that his grin—and his erection—was as big as mine. Then, when we were in position, the women took our arms and lifted them over our heads. Melissa tied Robert’s wrists together, using the rest of the stocking to attach them to the bedpost. I was really happy that he went first, so I could watch closely. Then Beth did the same thing to my wrists. My balls throbbed at feeling the nylon against my skin—and at the realization that the knots she made were so tight that I couldn’t get away, no matter how hard I tugged.
As I tested my bonds, I couldn’t help noticing that Robert’s cock was leaking precome. He was obviously getting off on having his hands tied, as was I. And it didn’t hurt matters any that the two best-looking women in the neighborhood were now undressing right in front of us. They were naked in record time, and as we admired their tits and asses, I’m sure that Robert was wishing as much as I was that there was some way we could touch them.
However, the girls took care of that. They came over to the bed and climbed on, running their hands over our bodies. I could tell they were trying to drive us crazy, especially when Melissa started teasing my balls with her long nails. She knew perfectly well that was one of my favorite things, but it tickled something fierce. Usually I can stop her from doing it too much, but with my hands tied above my head and her sitting on my legs, I was her captive.
Meanwhile, Beth was playing with Robert’s chest, pinching his nipples and pulling on them hard. He was crying out with pleasure, obviously enjoying the sensations she was causing. And, like me, he couldn’t control the stimulation he was receiving, and his cock jerked with each pinch of his nubs. I could tell that if his hands were free, he’d grab Beth and impale her on his dick and give her a thorough fucking.
We both desperately wanted to fuck and begged the women to let us, but they smiled at our frustration and said they loved the sight of two strong men tied to the bedposts and rendered helpless. They moved all up and down our bodies and even switched back and forth between us, and it drove me crazy to feel Beth’s moist cunt as it slid over my stomach and hips. The tease was so great that I was relieved when they finally agreed to sit on our faces so that we could lick their pussies.
They moved up and straddled our mouths, and I couldn’t see Robert anymore because Beth’s hips were blocking my view. In fact, I couldn’t see anything as she smothered my face with her cunt and ass. It was such a wonderful position to be in, with her knees pressed against the sides of my chest; it was the closest I’d ever come to feeling totally helpless, and as the smell and feel of her sex overwhelmed me, I realized how much I liked it.
My cock was rock-hard and bobbing against my body of its own will. I could feel it oozing precome and dripping all over my abdomen. As I ate the pussy of my wife’s best friend, my hard-on felt cold, surrounded by nothing but air, and I wanted someone, anyone, to do something with it. More than anything, I wanted to grab Beth and move her down so that she could ride my dick, but that wasn’t to be, at least, not yet.
The teasing torture continued in a new way as the girls traded places once again. Now I had the different but just as wonderful taste of Melissa in my mouth as I moved my tongue hard and fast against her aroused cunt. I flicked it against
her clit, feeling her squirm above me, and heard feminine moans from beside me as Robert apparently did the same to Beth.
I knew that my friend was enjoying himself because when the girls had shifted, I’d caught a glimpse of his erection. Like mine, it was hard and bobbing up and down. However, there was so much moisture on his belly that I wondered if he’d already come from having Melissa’s pussy on his mouth. It was definitely possible, considering all the stimulation that we were both receiving.
Thoughts like this raced through my mind as I kept licking the wet cunt that was covering my face. Then, just when I was getting delirious from eating my sexy wife, she pulled off my mouth, leaving me with a sudden chill as the wetness on my lips met the cool air. The girls smiled wickedly at each other again, and Robert looked like he was fighting against his bonds in an effort to grab Beth and lap at her delicious pussy once more.
I wondered what new torture the girls had in store for us, and I was pleased to discover that wasn’t in their plan. Instead, they moved down and didn’t stop until they were both below our cocks. Reaching for them simultaneously, they held them up and away from our bodies. I looked at our big, hard pricks, feeling sort of proud, and then I watched, unable to do much else, as the girls rose on their knees and quickly lowered their cunts onto our dicks.
My shaft disappeared into Melissa’s hot tunnel as Robert’s was buried deep inside Beth. Then they began moving with synchronized motions, lifting themselves up and letting themselves down, forcing Robert and me to moan with ecstasy. He began urging them on, and his dirty talk was taking me away. I watched them bouncing over our prone bodies, their asses slamming against our thighs with each downward slide, and my fingers itched to reach out and grab my wife. Instead, I stared at her looming over me, her heavy breasts as gorgeous as ever, her smooth stomach undulating with the exertion of riding my cock. And she was riding me hard, which forced me to buck up and strain against my bonds, making me feel like I had no control under her enormous power.
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