I fell on my back beside her, gasping for breath. Carrie crouched over me. Much of the chocolate and whipped cream that had remained on her body had now rubbed off onto mine. She kissed me deeply, then slid her mouth down my body, licking the stuff off me as she went, cleaning me as a mother cat cleans her young. As she reached my manhood, it surprised us both by once again rising to the occasion. As it approached maximum hardness, she straddled my hips and lowered herself down on me, moving slowly at first, staring into my eyes and grinding her pelvis into mine. It was slow, passionate and beautiful. We made love for a long time, changing positions from time to time, first her on top, then me, then her again. Carrie came first, and she brought me with her. It was a wonderful moment. I was still inside her as she laid her head on my chest and we fell asleep.
We awoke about an hour later and took a shower together. Unfortunately, she had to leave to get home to her children, but she was able to make it back for a quickie in the morning before my flight home.
We parted sadly, unhappy that we couldn't see each other more often. But I know that neither of us would trade what we have for anything, and it may even be that our having so little time together makes our love more precious and more special. At least I like to think so.—Name and address withheld
SHE MADE HERSELF SO HOT AND SEXY EVEN HER HUSBAND DIDN'T KNOW HER
My husband Danny moved out on me a couple of years ago. He said marriage was not as fulfilling as he had thought it would be, so he left. Around that same time, my two best friends, Rita and Michelle, were also abandoned by their husbands. It seems they needed more space. It was a really bad year.
After Danny left I inherited his subscription to Penthouse Letters. At first I threw the copies out as they arrived, but after a while my girlfriends and I started reading the letters and looking at the photos, and we figured if you can't beat them, join them. We started dieting, lost weight, joined a gym and began working out and taking care of our appearance. It was complete makeover time: new clothes, new shoes, new hairstyles, tans and shaved legs. And shaved bikini lines too, because our new look demanded bikinis, shorts, and miniskirts.
My new boyfriend says I have great legs. I met him last summer, when I went to the beach in a bikini for the first time. It was great to get looked over and see how interested all the guys were. Carl was a vice-president at a brokerage company, and we had a quickie behind a sand dune. The old me would never have done that. The next weekend we went out on his boat down to the Gulf of Mexico. We made out on the sand under the trees, near where a stream empties into the ocean. It was very romantic and sensual.
Later we camped out on the beach next to a big fire. He made love to me several times during the night, and I was exhausted. But it was great. I've never felt so good after sex. Carl really knows how to please a woman. I see him regularly now, and Michelle and Rita sometimes join us and a couple of his friends for romantic dates and weekend trips on his boat. The guys are all handsome and rich, and terrific lovers. We've never had it so good. They like us a lot, and treat us to dinner, shopping and shows. They're mature men, very thoughtful and generous, and they take the time to make a woman feel loved and appreciated. And, as I say, the sex is great.
So our social lives have definitely perked up. We have become more open to all kinds of new experiences. Last summer I went on a cruise to Hawaii with a young man who's also my gym trainer. Rita also has a trainer boyfriend there. She has other part-time lovers too, in addition to Carl's friend. And Michelle has become a part-time erotic dancer at a downtown club. That's a real hoot, because of her daytime job as a bookkeeper for an ultraconservative church. During the day she dresses like Old Mother Hubbard, but three nights a week she's hot as hell. She has a terrific shape, and at the club she wears tiny thong bikinis that barely cover the essentials.
The club she dances at has an amateur night, and Rita and I have danced there a couple of times. It's fun and trippy to wear the tiniest bikinis we can find and really turn the guys on.
The funny thing is, my ex-husband came in one night when Michelle was working, and took a fancy to her. Danny knew Michelle and Rita when we were married, but we've all lost weight and changed a lot. Michelle is a blond now. Danny didn't recognize her at all, and started pitching her a line. It was pretty funny. When she told us about it, we came up with a plan.
Michelle arranged with her boss for Rita and me to work the night that Danny had said he'd be back. We got some of the other girls in on it, and when he came in they all started paying special attention to him, getting very close to him when they danced and pretending to come on to him. He thought he was in heaven. I did a hot little table dance for him, and he was so absorbed in my body that I don't think he even looked at my face. He gave me a fifty-dollar bill, which was more than he ever gave me for spending money when we were married.
You should have seen the look on his face when Michelle, Rita and I sat down at his table all at once. Then he recognized us, and he left in a hurry. It was a hoot! He hasn't been back since. Yes, living well really is the best revenge.—Y.W., Fort Lauderdale, Florida
DRESSED AS A WOMAN, HE SATISFIES STRANGERS WITH ANONYMOUS SEX
I am a forty-year-old man, and for about twenty of those years I have been dressing up about once a week. My Friday nights usually go like this: I shave my legs and balls while taking a bubble bath. After drying off I put on black nylons, a garter belt, black lace see-through panties, a camisole with an underwire bra filled with water balloons, a tight miniskirt and a pullover sweater. Over all this I put on a pair of sweat pants and a light jacket. I tuck a pair of three-inch heels inside the jacket and head for the nearest adult movie.
Once inside I find a seat away from everyone, take off my jacket and slide down my sweats, slip on my heels, apply some bright red lipstick and wait for some action.
A couple of weeks ago a man dressed in a suit sat down two seats away from me. All he had to do was look at me, and I was on my knees in front of him. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slid his pants down to reveal a large cock, about eight inches long and harder than a flagpole. I slowly began to lick the tip of his rod, and then I engulfed it to its base. I deep-throat men very well, and this was the best-tasting cock I'd had in a while.
While this was taking place, two men in their mid-twenties came over and sat down. As they did so the first man started coming in my mouth. I swallowed his sperm to the last drop, and then he pulled up his pants and left. I then turned my attention to the other two guys, who both had their cocks out. I stroked one while sucking the other. They came at the same time, one in my mouth and the other on my shoes.
I sucked off a couple of other guys that night, swallowing five healthy loads in all before I decided to leave. I was walking through the lobby, still dressed as a woman, when the theater manager stopped me. He was standing behind the candy counter. He said he knew what I had been doing, and I couldn't do it anymore—not unless I let him in on the action. I said I had no problem with that. I went around the counter and unzipped his pants, and as they fell to the floor I saw that he was wearing nylons and crotchless panties, and had about the biggest cock I'd ever seen, I sucked that pole for ten minutes or so before he erupted down my throat. He then turned me around, pulled my panties down and stuck his still hard cock in my ass. At least he tried to, but the way was blocked by the butt plug I had put in before leaving home. I pulled it out for him, and he stuck his tool in and fucked me hard and deep. I pushed back at him, meeting his every thrust, until I felt his come shooting deep inside me.
After all this I still hadn't come, so when I got home stroked myself until I shot off in my hand, and then ate m own load, which is always the tastiest of all.—K.B., Skokie Illinois
HE LOVES IT WHEN HIS WIFE TELLS HIM ABOUT BLOWING HER OLD BOYFRIENDS
My wife Teresa and I have been happily married for mor than seven years, and we have great, uninhibited sex. I don' think I could handle sharing her with other men at this
point but we've found a way to do it vicariously. What she ofte does is jerk me off while telling me about some of her sex ual encounters from before we were married. It's almost a good as actually watching her with other guys, without hav ing to actually share her.
Teresa is a pretty blond with classic features, bright blu eyes and luscious lips. Apart from her sexy, sensuous mouth her big round breasts are her best feature. This story is on she's told me so many times that I can recite it from mem ory. I cream in my jeans every time I hear it.
Teresa had just turned eighteen when her then boyfrien Greg came home from vacation and showed up at her house Luckily, her parents were away. Teresa and Greg were bot horny, and they quickly headed for her bedroom.
They began kissing and feeling each other up. As soon a Greg slipped his hand into her panties, Teresa was ready t do anything he wanted. As he took his clothes off, Greg tol her he hadn't come for two weeks, because he'd been think ing about doing something special with her.
Teresa had no idea what he had in mind. He went about the room and gathered all the pillows he could find, placing them under her back and head so that she was half-sitting, half-lying on the bed. Then he pulled up her blouse, letting her firm beautiful breasts spill out. He licked her large pink nipples. He moved her long blond braids away from her face and trailed his hand over her lips. He placed one finger in her mouth, and she sucked it.
“Now we're ready, princess,” he said, and he straddled her hooters.
Greg's big dick pointed directly at her mouth. Teresa opened wide to let him in, and he very slowly began to fuck her mouth. He placed both hands on the wall to brace himself, and she caressed him lightly up and down his legs and buttocks, while pulling his thick cock deeper into her throat. Greg stared directly into her eyes as he fed her his substantial cock. Teresa says it was not quite as long as mine, but much fatter, with a gigantic set of balls that gently brushed her chin.
Greg took his sweet time, very slowly fucking her face and challenging her talented mouth with his big, fat cock. After a while he pulled his penis out so that he could dangle his huge balls over her eager tongue. Teresa lapped at them and expertly licked the area between his balls and asshole. Greg moved down to brush the tip of his cock over her nipples, then buried it between her warm fleshy breasts.
But after a minute he resumed his former position and again placed his prick between her lips. He resumed his slow, lewd face-fucking, moving his ass up and down, back and forth and side to side, as if he were fucking her pussy.
Teresa pushed her large knockers up so that his balls nestled on them as he pushed his pole in and out of her wet mouth. The tip swelled and Teresa thought he was going to come. But he pulled it out and rested until he calmed down. He did this three more times before he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. All the while Teresa did her best to deep-throat him while cradling his ball-sack with her generous breasts.
Suddenly Greg let out a low, guttural cry, and his cock grew even larger. He shot out a huge spurt of semen that filled her mouth, and then another and yet another. She swallowed as much as she could, and the rest spilled down onto her massive tits.
Greg didn't stop; he just kept draining those big balls into her mouth. It was more come than she'd ever seen before, but she loved the taste of it, and loved the sight of his thick white come splashing across her tits.
After that he went on to eat her to orgasm and fuck her brains out. This story always makes me come, and I hope your readers get off on it too, because it's the only way I'll ever share my cocksucking princess.—N.L., Burlington, Vermont
AN OLD GIRLFRIEND COMES BACK TO TOWN WITH A TREAT FOR EVERYONE
I'm twenty-five years old and married to a very beautiful twenty-three-year-old babe. Her name is Celia and she has blue eyes and short blond hair.
Celia and I have been married for two years now, and we've started to explore some of our fantasies. Before we got married we discussed some of the things we'd like to do, as well as what we had done.
I found out that Celia had fucked six guys before me and that three of them were black. I got the biggest hard-on from that. I was glad she was experienced, a major plus to any marriage, and that she enjoyed blacks. Celia had also had sex with four women, three of them also black. As a matter of fact when we got together, and for some time after, she had a black girlfriend named Rochelle. I always wanted to fuck Rochelle, but didn't want to screw things up with Celia.
Well, after we'd been married for a few months, Rochelle came over for sex with Celia, which they both knew I approved of and enjoyed watching. Rochelle had always flirted with me and we talked sexual to each other, but we'd never done more than kiss and fondle while she and Celia fucked. This day though, Celia offered her girlfriend to me, and man, was she great.
I've always liked black girls. I think in some ways they're sexier than white chicks, with their black asses so full and sexy and their lips so easy and eager to kiss and suck. I think that's why Celia enjoys black girls so much also. That was a great fuck session with Celia looking on, but it was about the only thing that happened until last week.
Celia told me Rochelle was back in town. She'd moved away two months after we'd fucked and we hadn't seen her since. Rochelle was coming over, but she was no longer a lesbian. She was now bisexual and she would be bringing her boyfriend.
Well, one of may fantasies that for some reason I'd never acted on was to suck a black guy's cock. I'd told Celia about it and we'd talked it over, but mainly just while we were having sex, and it really never went any further than that.
When Rochelle arrived on Thursday night she had only gotten more beautiful. She wore light blue shorts and a white bikini top and was barefoot, which is another sexual turn-on for me. Celia was also in shorts that showed her ass when she bent over. Her shorts were a deep blue and she wore a blue bikini top and was barefoot as well. I stay in good shape and both of us tan regularly, so all I had on was a pair of cutoffs. Rochelle introduced us to Gordon, her boyfriend, and immediately I was hoping my fantasy would come true.
Gordon is my height, about six feet, and built like me, with big shoulders. His skin is a little darker than Rochelle's. He is really good-looking, with no hair anywhere on him except his head. When he looked at me, it was as if he knew what I wanted. There was an alluring look in his eye when we looked at each other.
But back to that night and the next few days. I'm not real good at describing this, I only know it happened. They hadn't been in our house for five minutes before Celia and I were on our knees licking and sucking black cock and pussy.
Gordon went over to our couch and sat down and looked at me and said, “I can tell by the looks of you that you'd like some of my black cock.”
I was very excited as I listened to him. Then he said, “Am I right?” I told him he was dead on the mark. My heart was beating faster, and I was starting to tremble and sweat at the thought of my most favorite and wildest fantasy coming true. Gordon just looked at me for a while.
Meanwhile, Rochelle and Celia were making out on the couch next to him, and watching to see what would happen next.
Gordon then said, “Why don't you start by sucking my toes and licking my feet.” I got down and started sucking and licking as I was told.
Celia and Rochelle were very turned on by this and had taken each other's top off and were working on their shorts. Gordon asked me if I wanted him to fuck my wife in front of me, and of course I said yes. Then he pulled his cutoffs down and exposed a nice-sized black cock. He told me that before he could fuck her with it, I needed to taste it and get it hard. I took it in my mouth and began sucking, enjoying the flavor and feel of my first cock. It was so damn wonderful.
I couldn't believe my wildest fantasy was coming true. Here I was on my knees in front of this gorgeous black man with an incredible body, sucking his delicious cock while my beautiful wife and her equally beautiful black girlfriend sat two feet away watching and kissing and sucking each other's nipples, an
d knowing that soon this cock in my mouth would be in my wife's pussy.
It was a super turn-on. Soon Gordon pulled out of my mouth and asked for a drink. When I got back with it, he had Celia in my place sucking his huge cock. Rochelle was kissing her boyfriend as he put his fingers in her pussy. I stood there ready to come in my shorts. Finally Gordon had Celia up off her knees and on her back right there on the floor. I took off my shorts and my cock sprang up instantly, completely hard and ready for some action.
I could not wait to get to some of the pleasure of the evening. Next Gordon told me to spread Celia's pussy lips so he could slide his tool in her. It was a little awkward reaching down to do it with him pushing in, but it was a major turn-on. Rochelle moved up and sat on Celia's face and told her to suck and lick till Rochelle came, just like in the old days. Both of these beautiful black people had me and Celia so turned on. We had never experienced this kind of excitement before.
Rochelle and Gordon were locked in a deep soulful kiss while my wife licked Rochelle's juicy cunt and Gordon kept thrusting his tool in her willing pussy. Finally Gordon grunted and started going faster while Rochelle cried out she was coming. Then Gordon just rolled off of Celia and lay there with his black tool resting on her white thigh. Rochelle rolled off and kissed me and asked me to fuck her again like I'd done two years before.
I said, “I'd love to.”
Then she responded, “Well, then what are you waiting for? Come give it to me.”
I looked over quickly at Gordon and he nodded. So I moved over to where she was and had her lie on the floor. I grabbed her legs and placed them on my shoulders and in one move, entered her hot snatch. She moaned as I began thrusting in and out. Knowing that my wife and Gordon were watching made the experience all the hotter and in no time, I released my load.
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