He was getting very hot and turned on while fucking me, and watching me lying across that table. It was clear he wanted more and so did I. First, we grabbed the camera, as we had brought it along to capture some of this hot adventure we were conjuring up.
I slid down off the table for a bit and stood there kissing him, our bodies pressed together, our breathing deep, excited, wanting each other so much. As he stood there next to the pool table, I got down on my knees and stroked that hard pulsating cock—my own personal cue stick with great aim.
I loved feeling it grow harder from my touch. I slid my tongue up and down his cock just like it was my favorite lollipop. And then he clicked the camera, taking some very nice pictures of me licking him. My lips were wrapped around him, sucking him deeply into my throat. I always love hearing him moan out loud, “Oh, baby, I can feel it touching your throat.”
And me moaning back, “Oh, yes, baby, I love making you feel so good,” as I bring him close to the brink. But he did not come just yet and we captured all of this on film. We took some more rather provocative pictures until we couldn’t control ourselves any longer.
I got back up on the pool table as he slowly slid his hard throbbing cock into my ass. He took pictures while we fucked. Listening to the clicks of the camera and feeling his cock slowly fuck my ass excited me.
As he plunged that hard cock all the way inside my ass, I could feel the orgasms building up. My oh my, it wasn’t just one, but one after the other rising up inside me. He expertly plunged his cock all the way inside me, fucking me so good, like a real pro.
I could hear the camera clicking pictures in the background as he went deep inside me while I rubbed my pussy. Then my body took over as that wonderful feeling spilled forth. I was coming with a smile on my face knowing we were actually doing this on his pool table.
I called out to him, “Oh, yes, baby, I’m coming.”
And as I came I heard him say, “Oh yeah, baby, me, too.” And feeling our juices mix there in the game room the excitement was almost too much to handle.
After we had calmed down a bit, Alex wanted to get a couple more pictures. He was eager to shoot something we had joked about—the eight ball inside my pussy.
As he slid it inside me he snapped several shots of the eight ball in my upper pocket. We were both laughing now, and I told him that he would never look at that pool table the same way again. He’d see it and smile and have a vision of us fucking on it. I described how he’d remember that wonderful cue stick of his sliding into the hot pocket and finding that the eight ball found a new pocket—my pussy.
We giggled about that as we cleaned up and got dressed. Later we headed out to visit some friends before returning to the hotel.
Another successful fantasy fulfilled. You see, that is our ultimate goal, to fulfill each other’s every fantasy. And of course, we always come up with new ones, so I think this could be an ongoing, never-ending process.
What fun, what excitement, what love and lust we feel for each other. We are always willing to try new things, and the joy of finding everything together is such fun and so sexually fulfilling. Who would have thought that a pool table could bring such excitement? We did, of course, because that’s how we look at things—always as opportunities to try something new and exciting. I can just imagine that the game of pool will never be the same to you after reading this. After all, how could it possibly stay the same?
So let me leave you with this thought: The next time you play pool and accidentally knock that eight ball into a side pocket—picture that ball inside me. I guess it’s all in how you look at it. In sports, they say, it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game. And Alex surely introduced me to some new erotic rules of the game.
We’re champions at the sport, and since we have taken the game a step further maybe we should add more players next time.
—A.P., Cincinnati, Ohio
Just When She Thought She Shared All—She Remembers the Brothers She Fucked
I am a happily married woman who has kept a secret from my husband for twenty years. Before meeting my husband, Kevin, I had been in a long-term relationship with Frank, in high school and during my first year away at college. Frank and I had sex regularly and while I found it satisfying, I also felt it lacked passion. Frank had a brother, Guy, who was one year younger than me. The three of us frequently hung around together, mainly smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, and getting high. Many times when we were together, Guy would flirt with me when Frank wasn’t looking, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck Guy. There were many times when I was screwing Frank that I would fantasize about Guy, and those thoughts would increase the intensity of my orgasm.
In my first year of college I came home in the fall for a long weekend. On Saturday Frank picked me up and we went to his mom’s house. I sat around joking with Guy while Frank worked on his car. Guy and I were flirting with each other but would stop whenever Frank came into the house. As the joking continued I found my crotch getting wet, and there was a definite attraction between Guy and me. I couldn’t help staring at Guy’s crotch and I noticed his dick bulging. A couple of times we casually brushed against each other.
Later in the day, their mom asked us to go to the store to get some beer. Frank was still busy with his car and told us to go ahead as he still needed to finish up. Although nothing had really been said between Guy and me, my legs were trembling with anticipation as we climbed into his mom’s car. As soon as we pulled away Guy lit up a joint and turned on the radio, and as we drove, I found myself getting wet. All I could think about was how I would love to taste his cock. After we left the store he drove past his street and then I knew Guy was headed for the area where everyone parked. Since I was stoned, which makes me super horny, I figured, “What the hell, let’s see where this goes.”
We parked and opened a beer and Guy lit up another joint. After passing the joint back and forth between us, he leaned over and kissed me. I knew I wanted him and although I felt guilty I was overcome with the desire to fuck him right there. He started rubbing my tits and soon we were making out. His hands were on my bare breasts and my hand dropped to the wonderful bulge in his pants. Then his mouth replaced his hands on my tits and he sucked my nipples while I rubbed his cock through his jeans. I pulled his zipper down and let his rod free. Well, I was used to Frank’s dick, which was thin and long, but the one in my hand seemed massive. He may have been the younger brother but he had the bigger package. At this point we broke apart and moved to the backseat. We were kissing and petting and I lowered my head and flicked my tongue at the tip so I could lick the precome from his cock. I licked the length of his shaft for a few moments. Then I slid as much of his dick down my throat as I could take, sucking up and down while Guy moaned my name.
Guy suddenly pulled me up and laid me back on the seat. He took off my pants and panties while I removed my top and bra. At this point he slid his head down and I was shocked when I felt his tongue probing my pussy and licking my clit. I was in heaven because Frank had never shown any interest in doing this despite my repeated requests.
I must have come three times and shrieked with delight as his tongue danced over my pussy. It was at this point that Guy looked up and said, “Donna, I want to fuck you.” I also wanted this and asked if he had a condom. He did not, so instead I sat up, pushed him back, and took his cock in my mouth and made love to it, bathing it with my tongue. I had always been repulsed by swallowing Frank’s come, but because I was stoned I craved having Guy’s jism on my lips. I wanted to lick every drop of his come. I kept my hands at the base of his cock on his balls and when I felt them tighten I sucked faster and held my mouth open as he started to shoot. His aim hit my mouth and bathed my face with semen. I struggled to swallow it and rubbed his cock over my face as I had an intense orgasm.
We held each other and he asked if we could meet later with a condom. We agreed he would pick me up that evening. My parents never let me
stay out late. They went to bed early, so I would have to sneak out just as I had done countless times before, except instead of meeting Frank, I was going to see his brother to fuck.
Guy met me at the corner. We drove around and drank beer and smoked and then went to the parking spot that Frank and I usually went to. After smoking some grass we started making out and began petting, and then got into the backseat and got naked. I lay on my back and he licked me from the tips of my toes to my ears, stopping at my pussy to bring me to orgasm.
I then started rubbing his dick and slid down and licked it. I swallowed his cockhead while he swung around and we got into a 69 position. Guy was licking my clit while I was moaning around his cock. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, which caused another orgasm, and all I wanted to do was taste his come on my tongue again. Suddenly his cock was jerking in my mouth and I swallowed his load for the second time that day. I licked his dick clean and we sat up and cuddled and drank some more beer and talked.
After a while I brushed my hand on his dick and I could tell it was getting hard again. He was just like his brother. Frank could always come two or three times while fucking. I have never known any other guy to do that.
We started kissing again and rubbing each other’s body. I took the rubber from his jeans and together we rolled it over his stiffening dick. With one swift motion he slid his cock in all the way to the hilt, which caused me to scream with ecstasy. He would pull it out slowly to the tip and then ram it all the way in again. Pretty soon he was fucking me like a jackhammer, and since he had already come twice that day, we fucked for what seemed like half an hour or more. Then he quickened the pace and finally shot his ample load.
After that night Frank somehow found out about Guy and me and we had a major falling out. I figured it was over between us, which I wanted anyway so I could screw around. I also figured it was only a one-night stand with Guy, but when I went home for spring break I was surprised when I met up with him, but that’s a story for another time.
—D.P., Detroit, Michigan
One Good Deed Deserves Another—Especially When Panties Are the Reward
The year after graduating from college I was living in a house with four other men about my age. One Friday night, after working late, I came home to find three of my four roommates sitting in the living room with their dates. I was introduced to all of the girls, but I was tired and looking forward to getting cleaned up so I didn’t stop to talk.
Five minutes later I was upstairs in the shower when I heard a light knocking on the door and a feminine voice asked, “Do you mind if I come in to use the toilet?”
She sounded desperate and I was monopolizing the only bathroom in the house. So I said, “No. I don’t mind.” I heard the door open and close and I wondered which of the girls it was.
While she was relieving herself she said, “I hope you don’t think this is gross.” There was a little embarrassment in her voice.
“No,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Meanwhile, even though we couldn’t see each other, the thought of being nude in the same room with a strange girl was turning me on. I tried visualizing her and began massaging my cock. My mind was racing with wild fantasies. Then I surprised myself. You see, I’m usually very shy around women, but for some reason I just came right out and asked her, “Have you ever been flashed?”
She laughed and said, “No, are you a flasher? I wonder what I’ve been missing.” The friendliness in her voice gave me the courage I needed and I opened the shower door. She was zipping up her jeans and seemed a little startled and I wondered if I had made a big mistake. But then she smiled, put her hand over her mouth, and giggled. That’s when the tension disappeared.
She was Trudy, Leo’s date. Leo worked in a hospital and always managed to find good-looking girls. Trudy was no exception. She was a nicely proportioned, petite blonde with shoulder-length hair and the prettiest green eyes.
Trudy’s gaze darted back and forth between my eyes and my semihard cock. It was almost full-sized but still hanging down between my legs. As I watched her, a look of astonishment came over her face and her eyes were riveted on my cock as it slowly rose to full erection and was pointing straight at her. She just stared in amazement, and from her expression, I sensed that she was feeling excited, too.
She was speechless for the longest time, probably wondering how to respond to this particular display of attention. Finally she said, with some hesitation, “Well, I guess one good flash deserves another.”
She looked seductively at me as I watched her slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She let the blouse fall to the floor, then reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and shrugged it off, exposing her medium-sized, firm young breasts. I remember noticing that her dark nipples stood out stiffly and all I could do was stand there in my excited state, too dumbfounded to say anything.
She obviously didn’t know how far to carry this little encounter. Then she looked down at my stiff cock again and said, “What the hell.”
She slowly unzipped her jeans, pushed them down her beautifully toned, athletic legs, and stepped out of them—one leg at a time.
My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing as I watched her standing there in her blue silk bikini panties. I could see her dark pubic hair right through the thin, soft fabric.
“You are so beautiful,” I managed to say. She returned the compliment.
Her skin was moist and radiant. I just wanted to lick her all over and I’m sure her smell was divine. She probably smelled like flowers and tasted like fruit. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before but I was open to whatever she had in mind.
Then she slowly walked over to me. She put one hand on the back of my neck and pulled me close to her for a light kiss. She smelled like flowers. I felt her other hand on my cock.
Electricity shot through me and my body jerked involuntarily. This made her smile and she lightly fondled my balls as she continued kissing me. I put my wet arms around her and let my hands roam to her nicely rounded, firm ass.
By now she was undulating her hips, and she moved her hand from my neck and slowly ran it down my chest and stomach until she found my cock. She looked intently into my eyes and then dropped to her knees.
I guess I was slightly embarrassed. I felt I was in the doctor’s office for an examination. But the difference was that this exam felt good and I wasn’t afraid. There was no anxiety, just the building anticipation of what she would do next.
Then she kissed the head, stood up, took a step back, and slowly removed her panties. God, she was beautiful and sexy. She was like a vision from countless dreams I had had over the years. I really felt like I was dreaming but prayed that I would never wake up.
With a note of disappointment, she said, “I have to get back to the others.” She handed me her panties and said, “This is to remember me. I won’t forget you.”
She picked up her clothes, quickly and gracefully put them back on, and left the bathroom.
I wanted to call her back and somehow keep us both frozen in the pleasure of the moment. But I couldn’t coordinate my mouth with my brain. I was paralyzed and unable to say anything. It’s quite possible that I may look back on this experience one day with a bad case of the woulda, coulda, shouldas. That’s my usual pattern. Even though I never saw Trudy again, I know I will never forget her.
—M.C., Chicago, Illinois
Their Passion Didn’t Require the Exotic Locale, the Hot Tub, the Mirrored Room—but Those Things Didn’t Hurt
Last summer my wife, Vivian, and I took a vacation trip to an exotic resort, during which we shared a week of ecstatic pleasure that reminded me of our honeymoon. Our passion for each other has never waned, but that week was a very special one for both of us.
I remember one day in particular. It was a very hot afternoon, and Vivian and I had decided to spend some time in the hot tub, which had come with our room. I remember stripping off my clothes and pouring us a couple of drinks while
I filled the tub with bubbling hot water. Vivian soon joined me in the tub, sipping her cold whiskey as the jets soothed and massaged our naked bodies. I loved seeing our reflections in the mirrors all around us, the hot water bubbling, and my wife’s lovely face, her smooth bare shoulders and her breasts partially visible above the surface of the water.
I moved toward her on my knees and began kissing her mouth, her face, and her neck before moving down to her upper breasts, kissing at them as the water bubbled over their firm softness. Nuzzling the smooth white flesh, I let my lips slide lower, finding the swollen tips of her pretty little nipples. I took my time nibbling the stiff, throbbing nubbins, and Vivian’s head fell back as she gasped a little, enjoying the pleasurable attention I was more than happy to pay. I reached down with one hand, caressing the soft silky hair between her legs. My fingers brushed delicately through her little bush, then slid over the swollen button of her clitoris to find the thin delicate lips of her tight pink pussy. I stroked slowly up and down over her pussy lips, which gradually opened to my touch. I returned to her clit and circled it lightly, bringing a soft moan from her. I then caressed her whole sex with my palm, watching her excitement grow as I continued to pleasure her.
I hungered to have my face between her legs, licking her clit, her wet pussy, and the tiny wrinkled opening of her ass. I wanted to see up close her glistening labia, swollen with passion, opening like the petals of a pink rose; to taste her sweet juices as I licked at that wet pussy; to inhale the erotic scent of her arousal mingling with the French perfume she dabbed between her thighs; to hear her soft, passionate moans mingling with the sounds of my tongue softly lapping her sweet cream as it dripped from her oozing pussy lips and pooled in the tight opening of her anus, just waiting to be licked up.
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