Her pussy lips parted like the petals of a rose, and juice dripped out over my fingers. I ran my index finger up over the hood of her clitoris, then down through the folds of her inner lips, moistened by her love juice. I massaged the rim of her tight arsehole, then worked my way back to her clit. She was panting heavily and pushing her pussy harder onto my hand, encouraging me to explore deeper.
I leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck with my teeth while two of my fingers entered her cunt, sending her into a frenzy. She reached up with one hand to pull my head in closer to her neck. With the other hand she took hold of my cock, stroking it with fast, erratic movements. My cock twitched and seemed to stiffen even more at her touch. The head, although slow to react after the numbing workout of the last twelve hours, started sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moved my free hand up under her nightie and cupped her breast in the palm, allowing my fingers to grip her swollen nipple. I rolled and pulled at it, heightening her arousal. My fingers were now deep within her, searching for any touch that could elevate her pleasure. She released her grip on my cock and shuffled backward, bending over farther and bracing herself with both hands against the bench top. She had now given herself over to me completely. Her legs were wide and her arse poked high in her effort to offer me unrestricted access to her. Her cunt lips, now fully open, glistened like an orchard in the morning dew. I rotated my hand and massaged the front inner wall of her passage and rubbed circles over her engorged clit with my thumb. This had the desired effect. Her arse was gyrating frantically, and her knuckles whitened from her grip on the bench top.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, signaling fast-approaching orgasm. I released her nipple and sank the thumb of my free hand in her hole with my other fingers. It was quickly well lubricated, and I withdrew it and set it to buttering the puckered lips of her arse. With one deliberate movement I slid my thumb in to the hilt, sending a bolt of pleasure rippling through her. A guttural moan escaped through clenched teeth, and her whole body shook. It seemed as if every muscle in her body was twitching and spasming.
As she drifted back down to earth, I scaled back my probing of her pussy, and in time withdrew my fingers entirely, quickly replacing them with my tongue, to catch her flowing juices. She was still panting heavily, but the tension was starting to ease in her body. To complete her touchdown, I gave her pussy lips a final, gentle sucking, occasionally dipping my tongue deep inside her to make sure I had gathered every last drop. Then I circled her arsehole and back around to her clit, jolting her with each contact. She finally collapsed against the bench. I stroked a lock of hair that had stuck to her face and kissed away a bead of sweat trickling down her cheek. Her eyes fluttered half open, and she smiled dreamily at me and whispered, “Fucking hell.”
“Shh,” I said, holding a finger to her lips. “Good morning, gorgeous. Would you like some toast? And a protein shake with it?”
—T.C., Sydney, Australia
How Far Can You Get With a Sprig of Fantasy and a Slab of Produce?
I want to share my story with all who may be able to relate to my situation.
It all started about fourteen years ago when I married Dolores. Now, my wife is a big-boned, exceedingly “healthy” woman (if you know what I mean), with a pair of big, beautiful breasts that stand straight out, with cherry-size brown nipples. Before I married her, I wondered if I would be enough of a man to satisfy her amazingly healthy body. But in one of our conversations about our sex life, she assured me that I was more than man enough to meet her physical needs.
Well, I think Dolores was just in love with me, at least a little, and maybe also a little lonely and wanting an available sex partner. You see, she believed in practicing safe sex. She was always clean. I really loved eating her pussy. That part of our sex life was always exciting and good. She loved my long tongue as much as I loved her clean pussy. Yum, yum! She also enjoyed my cock. I could tell because she didn’t have any problems sucking it or having an orgasm from it. In fact, it was from her orgasms that the fantasy got started. Every time she had one, she would whisper in my ear, “Ohmygod, baby, stick that cock all the way in me! Fuck me real hard! Oh, Billy, I love being fucked hard!” So I would do my very best to fuck my wife as hard as I possibly could.
Dolores and I had a very exciting and stimulating sex life, even though I was just a little short and small for her. Well, as time passed, I finally got up the courage to go into one of those erotic adult sex stores and take a look around. I found a magazine with some good clean shots of the male studs penetrating their partners with their long thick cocks. I bought the magazine and took it home, and it was like Dolores was hypnotized. Every time she looked at those pictures or read the erotic stories, she wound up fucking me like a madwoman. I kept buying more magazines, with the same happy results.
It really didn’t dawn on me until later, but it seemed like every time Dolores saw a picture of a woman getting fucked by a big black cock, she would stop reading right there and start playing with her pussy. Then she would start fucking me and whispering things like, “Fuck me hard, Billy! My pussy is hungry for some long, fat dick! Give it to me, Billy! Fill my pussy hole with some big, juicy, fat cock!” Needless to say, she would suck and fuck my dick dry.
Well, one day while I was shopping at the grocery store, those words that Dolores would whisper were going through my mind while I was looking at these long, fat cucumbers. I let my imagination just run wild as I pictured a long, fat dick buried deep inside my wife’s pussy. I could hear her saying, “Stick that long, fat dick deep in my pussy, babe, and fuck me real good and hard!”
Needless to say, with that image in my head, the long, fat cucumber went right in my shopping basket.
I went home all anxious and excited thinking about the wild-ass idea I just had of my wife getting her pussy fucked by this giant “dick.” That night when Dolores went up to our room to lie down, I told her I was going to watch the late show and then I’d be up.
“Okay, baby,” she said, “I’ll leave my panties off, just in case that movie gets you all horny!”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” I said, “that’s a great idea. Well, good night, princess.”
I rushed to the hallway and pulled open the desk drawer where I had hidden the cucumber in a towel so it would stay warm like a real dick. I wanted Dolores to get as much satisfaction as possible, so I even took a paring knife and carved the cucumber into a giant dick complete with a fat, round head.
Only one thing was missing to fulfill Dolores’s fantasy about being fucked by a huge dick, so I snuck upstairs to the bathroom closet where we keep our favorite “supplies” and took one of the colored extra-thick latex rubbers, then went back downstairs. When I opened the rubber to slide it over the long monster “dick,” it just so happened that the color was black. Wow, what a damned coincidence! The same color as the dicks Dolores looked at in those porno magazines before she fucked me to death. I knew she was going to love her big black surprise.
I turned the television off and went upstairs with the “monster dick” still wrapped in the towel. I stopped in the bathroom to get a jar of lubricant, because I knew there wasn’t any way this big black beast would fit in my wife’s pussy hole without some help.
The big moment Dolores had been crying for was about to come. I walked into the bedroom quietly, trying not to wake her up until I had everything prepared. I lay down behind her, getting her ass positioned to receive my creation in her shaved pussy from behind. She knew I loved dicking her from behind, so she responded instinctively to the cues from my hands, shifting her body around so her ass was lined up perfectly. Yeah!
I lubed her pussy hole with lots of lubricant, then applied plenty to the long black “cock.” Since the bathroom light was still on, I would have a clear view of Dolores’s pussy getting fucked. I pulled her ass cheeks wide apart. My dick grew hard at the thought of what I was about to see. I felt come seep out of me as I rubbed the “dick” up against my wife
’s pussy. It began to shiver, and shift from side to side and back and forth. The pussy lips loosened up as I began to work the “dickhead” in and out. By the time I was able to sink about three-quarters of the cucumber-cock in, my own cock exploded.
As I lay there watching the huge black “dick” fuck Dolores, I started fantasizing. I pictured this 230-pound, heavily muscled young black stud with his thick twelve-inch black dick going in and out of my wife’s pussy hole and his big black balls pounding up against her tender pussy lips and her firm ass cheeks.
Gradually my cock began to rise again. Finally I rammed the “dick” in all the way. When it hit bottom, Dolores jerked, and her whole body went into convulsions. She started gasping for air, and her pussy went into a wild rage. My cock reached full erection as I watched her fuck the giant “dick” like a professional bull rider hanging on to her bull for dear life.
Then my wife was crying out, “Fuck me, Billy! Ohmygod, fuck my pussy hard with that thing! It feels so good, like a real dick. What the fuck are you fucking me with anyway?”
“Do you really want to know, babe?” I asked her.
“Yes!” she screamed.
I pulled the black-condomed cucumber-cock out of her pussy and showed it to her. On her nightstand there happened to be a porno mag lying open to a photograph that showed a young black stud burying his big black pole in the pussy of this really petite white woman. Dolores looked at the picture in the magazine for a while, then looked at my cucumber creation. She wrapped her hands around it and asked, “Do you think a black man really has a dick this big and fat?”
She was gasping for air as she asked the question. She continued to hold on to her new black friend with one hand, while with the other hand she clutched my own member, now rock-hard. As she squeezed them both, I just froze!
“Well, what do you think?” she said. “Can his dick get this big? Huh?”
I never did answer her that night. But we didn’t let the question drop. After that experience I bought my wife a huge black rubber dildo. She really enjoys fucking herself with this big black beauty and watching herself do it in our full-length mirrors. We’ve even tried several times to fit the huge round cockhead in her asshole. We haven’t succeeded yet, but we haven’t given up!
Even that isn’t the end of our adventures in the world of big black dicks, but I think I better save that for another time. Until then, you can be sure Dolores and I will continue looking for bigger and thicker and harder challenges for her to conquer. And remember, when you go shopping, keep an open mind! You never know what you may come up with.
—W.N., Tempe, Arizona
They Didn’t Know Where They Were Heading. It Turned Out to Be to Bed
I still get off just thinking about Peggy. A few years ago I was a forty-three-year-old executive at a large media company, in charge of several divisions, including advertising sales. In a large company there are always smart, and attractive women. I was fortunate that the sharpest group worked for me in ad sales. And none was more attractive, smart, and sexy than Peggy. She was twenty-seven at the time, and stood about five-four, with dirty-blonde hair, beautiful blue-green eyes, and a totally voluptuous shape. Although she wore dresses to try to hide her perfect figure, she never really could. It was almost as if she wanted her smarts to show first, and not her beauty. But she couldn’t hide either. In many ways, though, it was her style and grace that made her most appealing. She seemed wise beyond her years.
When I took over my divisions, Peggy was already a director, in charge of half of the ad group. After spending some time with her, I had little doubt that she was a star in the making. With my help, she was put in charge of a number of large ad campaigns we developed.
It was habit, after a campaign was finished, for the group responsible, to go out for drinks to celebrate. During that first year I got to know Peggy pretty well. I found out that she was married to a rich young guy. They had been married for almost five years and didn’t have any children. She seemed content with her life, but not truly happy. There was no doubt, though, that she loved her work and team. She also loved to party, laugh, and down a stiff drink.
All during that year when we had these little team celebrations we flirted innocently, but that was it. One time when the group was scheduled to go out again, I stopped by her office to ask if she was going. She said no, she had something else scheduled. I walked away disappointed. I always looked forward to seeing her.
For some reason I wheeled back to her office and suggested that she meet me for a drink the following night. I was surprised that I had asked.
She looked at me with that gorgeous face and said, “Sure, I’d love to.”
I left her office nervous, bewildered, and excited. What was I doing? I was happily married and had never wandered from home. But I found myself just looking forward to seeing her.
I sent her an e-mail the next morning to meet me at a nice restaurant. Unsure of my motives, I brought some files to discuss with her. While I waited, I sat at the bar and put away a couple of drinks to take the edge off. She walked in about twenty minutes late, but she had a big smile on her face. She seemed genuinely happy to see me. She ordered a martini and started telling me how great it had been since I took over the division, allowing herself and her team to grow. She talked about ideas she had for the future and continued to drink and just let her feelings fly.
Before we knew it, two hours had passed and it was time to go. As we walked out of the restaurant, down the walkway, I stopped and turned. As she slowed and looked at me, I put my hand to her face and gently kissed her lips. I brought my other hand to the other side of her face and kissed her even deeper. My tongue searched hers. Slowly, her entire body was entwined by my arms. We melted into each other, our lips and tongues locking together, and kissed still more deeply. I felt her huge chest crush against me. My cock began to grow and pressed into her groin as she pressed into me. The kiss lasted for several minutes, as time almost stood still.
She broke from my mouth and said, “I’m so wet.”
I ignored her comment (although it blew me away) and just kissed her deeply again. Finally, we stopped and walked slowly to our cars.
She looked at me and said, “I’ve never been kissed like that before. I’m numb all over.” I told her that kissing her had taken my breath away. We talked some more and then left.
The next day when we saw each other at the office, I said, “Look, I don’t know where this is heading, but I would like to see you again.”
She smiled and said, “Me, too.”
Over the next few weeks we saw each other often after work, talking shop, creating new campaigns, and enjoying each other’s company. Usually we found time for one long, sensual kiss. It was hard to believe how much passion could come through one’s lips.
Finally, as luck would have it, we were both attending an advertising conference in San Francisco. I was on the conference committee and so left two days early. Finally Sunday came—the day Peggy was to arrive. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I was excited. I went looking for her, and found her as she was getting ready to take a jog. I said, “Before you go, come with me,” then grabbed her hand, led her into the elevator, and then down the hall to my room. Before she could say anything, I pulled her into the room, cupped her face, and kissed her. My tongue wrapped around hers as my hands explored her back. They found her ass and squeezed it, pressing her forward into my hard cock.
She moaned softly and continued to kiss me hard and pushed herself even harder onto my cock. She whispered in my ear the same words she had spoken over a month ago, “I’m so wet.”
This time I whispered back, “I’m going to make you even wetter. I’m going to lick and fuck your pussy.”
We fell back on the bed and continued kissing. I got up and took off her running shoes, then reached to pull down her tight spandex running shorts. She lifted her ass so I could pull them off easily. Lying before me were her golden-tanned legs and the glistenin
g wet hairs covering her pussy. I began kissing her legs and thighs slowly. Finally I reached her pussy and ran my tongue through her slit. She opened her legs so I could get my tongue in deeper. I licked her swollen pussy lips and ran my tongue around her clit. She jumped every time I did, and was now pressing her pussy into my face. I slid my hand under her ass and squeezed her awesome butt. I put one, then two fingers inside her while continuing to lick her clit. Her pussy was so wet!
Peggy now had tossed the pillows off the bed and was trying to stuff her entire pussy into my mouth. I kept licking and sucking her. She arched her back and moaned as she began to come. She bucked two or three times and dripped her juices on me. As her orgasm subsided, I got out of bed and stood beside it. I was inflamed with lust. I took off my T-shirt, and she got on her knees on the bed and unbuttoned my shorts.
Now I don’t have a horse dick, but I do have a larger-than-average, seven-plus-inch cock, which gets rock-hard and stays that way for a long time. As she unbuttoned my shorts, I took off her running shirt, leaving just her sports bra on. Her chest looked so huge. I couldn’t wait to get her breasts out.
She pulled my shorts off, and my cock sprang out, right in her face. She gasped and said, “Big dick.”
As she reached for my dick, I grabbed her hands with my left hand and my cock with the right. I rubbed my cock slowly over her face and neck and started talking dirty: “Feel my big dick! I’m going to fuck your pussy with it, over and over again. I’m going to fuck you in the ass, stick my dick in your mouth, and have you swallow my come. I’m going to keep fucking you, then fuck you again.” Then I continued to rub my cock across her face and her lips.
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