That did it. She actually cried out Binn’s name as she furiously fucked my member, her cries rising to a screech as she went over the top. I loved watching her body and her lovely face as she twisted in orgasm, and I almost came with her, but managed to hold back until she calmed down.
Abby pulled off me then, turning around to take my now-purple dick into her mouth. She sucked me until l was right on the verge, which didn’t take long. Then she slid her mouth off me long enough to say, “Actually, what I’d like is to watch Binn sucking you off while I ate out her pussy.”
And that did it for me. Abby caught most of my spurting come in her mouth, while the rest splashed onto her tits and neck. Like the sweet slut she is, Abby added to my titillation by massaging my cream lovingly into her sweet flesh. She is too much. Not every man is lucky enough to have a great, caring, loving wife who also walks with him on the wild side.
—K.L., San Diego, California
She Was a Nice Girl Once, Until Two Guys Showed Her a New Way to Drink Tequila
There was once a time when I thought of myself as a good moral girl, never sleeping around and never, ever doing one-night stands. And now, after only a few years, I have grown into a real little slut who just can’t seem to get enough cock. I often wonder how I got so lucky.
Looking back, I think it all started one night when I had a big fight with my then-boyfriend. I finally said fuck it and decided to go out on the town with some friends to relieve my depression. I put on a very tight, very thin one-piece dress that came just to midthigh. It was so thin that it was easy to see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. There were no panty lines, and my perky nipples stood out clearly against the tight material. I didn’t really expect to do anything wicked, but I was feeling rebellious and just decided to show myself off for once.
My friends took me to a new club that had just opened up. They knew one of the owners, so we had no trouble getting in. It was a great place, and was really happening. The music rocked and the crowd was good-looking. The owner let my friends and me into the VIP section up on the second floor, with a balcony overlooking the club.
There were about ten or fifteen of us in the VIP room. I didn’t know all the people there, but we got friendly pretty quickly. Soon my sadness was gone and I was dancing the night away. The drinks were flowing and I had not a care in the world—I just wanted to party.
The guys seemed to be giving me special attention that night. I thought that was just because of what I was wearing, but I can see now that it was also due to the fact that my guard was down and I was letting loose. I lost track of how many guys I danced with, but as the night went on I found myself spending most of my time with my friend Cliff and another guy named Ken, who had really caught my eye. I was enjoying the special attention I was getting from both these men, which was something new to me. A part of me may have felt a little guilty because of my boyfriend, but there was another part of me that was wishing for something more to happen.
The night seemed to pass very quickly, and before I knew it almost everyone in the VIP room had left except for Cliff, Ken, and me. The lights were dim, the door was closed, but the music in the club was still blasting. Cliff had ordered a bottle of tequila, with all the trimmings, and we all had a shot or two, complete with lime and salt.
I was sitting on a sofa between the two men, and when he poured out the next shot, Cliff jokingly asked if he could lick the salt off my hand and bite the lime as I held it in my fingers. I said of course, but then gigglingly asked him if he trusted me to hold still while he did it. “Don’t worry,” Ken said. “If you move around I’ll hold you still for him.”
Of course that was what I’d been hoping for. Cliff took his shot, and as he leaned in to lick the salt from my hand I purposely wiggled just enough to make him miss, leaning back toward Ken, who quickly wrapped his arms around me and held me steady. Cliff licked the salt from my hand and then, staring into my eyes, he gently sucked on my fingers as he took the wedge of lime into his mouth.
“Hey, what about me?” Ken said. “I want to do a shot, too.”
“Well, I guess I have to be fair,” I said, and I got the salt and lime ready.
“And you better stay still,” Cliff said jokingly, “or I will be forced to hold you also.”
“Promises, promises,” I said, giving him a sultry look. And of course as Ken took his shot and leaned in for his lime and salt, I purposely moved away from him. But this time I ended up in Cliff’s lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Cliff put an arm around me, and I felt his other hand on my thigh as Ken licked the salt and sucked on the lime.
I was very excited. “Okay, now it’s my turn,” I said. “Only I’m not going to do two shoots. One of you gets to hold the lime and the other gets the salt.”
Still seated on Cliff’s lap, I gave him a wedge of lime, then took the salt and put a small amount on the inside of both of Ken’s wrists. I downed the shot, then, holding his hands, I flicked my tongue across one wrist, then the other, gently sucking up the salt. I then turned around and pulled Cliff’s hand to my mouth, sucking at the lime and then sucking its juice from his fingers, as if giving each of them a little blowjob.
Now the guys were ready for another round. This time Ken proceeded to put the salt in the folds of my elbows, and a lime in each of my hands. They each downed their shot, and then each took one of my arms and gently licked up the salt. Then they worked their way down my arms to the limes in my hands, licking the whole way.
I could see where this was going, but I didn’t want it to stop. There was a burning pulse between my legs, and my hard nipples were throbbing. It was my turn. I boldly smeared some lime juice onto their necks and sprinkled salt on top of it. This time I didn’t even bother with the tequila. I just licked Ken’s neck clean, and then did the same to Cliff.
Then they did the same to me. Except that Ken put a wedge of lime just inside the top of my dress, and Cliff put another in my mouth. Then they each took one side of my neck and started licking, then sucking. I leaned back into the cushions, hearing myself moaning softly. Cliff’s mouth moved over my face to my lips as Ken’s moved down to my breast. Cliff pulled the lime from my mouth with his teeth and spat it out, and then we were kissing passionately. I felt Ken brushing his lips across my exposed skin, and both men exploring my body with their hands, and all I knew was that I didn’t want it to stop. Not ever.
When the kiss ended I looked down to see that the top of my dress was pulled down, exposing my heaving breasts, and the hem was up around my waist, baring my dripping pussy. The music was playing, the lights were flashing, and I was moaning with pleasure. Cliff was squeezing lime juice over my breasts and sprinkling salt on my nipples. Ken was doing the same to my inner thighs.
They each took another shot, and then they were licking and sucking the salt and lime from my body. And as I surrendered completely to the sweet, sensual, erotic pleasure, my last rational thought was to wonder why I had never let myself experience such carnal delights before.
And ever since that night I have been the happy, carefree, cock-crazy slut I am today. And I still love tequila.
—Name and address withheld
They Returned to Their Old Swingers’ Club and Found It More Swinging Than Ever
It was Saturday evening, my last night in the city where I’d been visiting Allen, my boyfriend, for the weekend. And oh, what a time we’d had! Hot and wild beyond belief. And now we discovered that the swingers’ club we had gone to over a year ago was reopening in a new location. We were both very excited about going back. I wore a short black low-cut dress, but took along another, a red sequined number that just about covered my ass, to wear later.
We arrived at the club early, and because it had just reopened there were not many people there. We were greeted by Eddie, who was one of the regulars, and he took us on a tour of the new premises. The place was very nice, with a good dance floor, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, and a hot tub, along with plenty of p
rivate rooms.
After the tour we sat outside by the pool, chatting with some of the other couples as more people started to arrive. After a while I decided it was time to change into my other dress. I went inside to change, and as I did I heard the music coming from the dance floor. It sounded so good that I went outside to tell Allen that I wanted to dance. So he went inside with me and we started dancing.
There were still not a lot of people there, but one or two other couples were dancing also. They soon left the floor and headed upstairs to the bedrooms, but we continued to dance. I love dancing with my man, being in his arms, rubbing my body up against his. After a while we sat down to rest for a bit, but the music was making me feel great, so I started dancing alone in front of Allen. He loved watching me dance for him, especially in my short, clingy little red dress.
Within a few minutes Bruce, one of the men we had been talking to earlier, came into the room and asked Allen if he minded if he danced with me. Of course Allen told him to go right ahead. So I started dancing with Bruce. Now by this time, I was starting to get turned on—for some reason dancing does that to me—so as I danced with Bruce, I began to get real close to him, pushing my body into his, grinding my pussy against him, and then turning around and rubbing my ass against his crotch. Soon I could feel him getting hard and hear his breath coming faster. It was a real turn-on, knowing I was getting him excited.
By now other people had come in, and I could feel their eyes on me. It was incredibly sexy and hot, knowing that the watching men found me attractive and were probably thinking about being with me. It made me feel sexy as hell.
From time to time I turned to smile at Allen, and he would smile back, both of us enjoying the effect my dancing was having. Allen loved watching me and knowing that the attention was making me hot, as it was him.
When the dance ended, Bruce went off someplace, saying he would be back. I went to sit next to Allen again. As we sat there drinking and chatting, Eddie, the man who had given us the tour, came over and sat beside us. He began to compliment me, saying how sexy I looked in my red dress. Allen and I were both horny as hell by now, and ready for some action. So I wasn’t surprised when Allen asked Eddie if he’d noticed how hard my nipples were getting—and then pulled down the top of my dress to show him.
Eddie only smiled, but his eyes were fixed on my breasts. “Mmm, yes, I see,” he murmured.
“They get even harder when you touch them,” Allen told him, and Eddie did so, running his fingers over them and making me catch my breath. Allen then bent down and began to suck on my tits, making the nipples still harder, if that was possible. Then both of them were sucking and playing with my throbbing nipples, turning me on and making me moan like crazy.
I thought Eddie was going to come upstairs with us, but after a while he left, saying he might join us later, and Allen and I headed up to one of the bedrooms. Our clothes came off very quickly, though I did leave my shoes and stockings on. There is something very sexy about fucking in high-heeled shoes.
I lay down on the bed and Allen got on top of me, pulling my legs up to his shoulders, and slid his hard cock into my wet, waiting pussy. Oh, god, he felt so good! As he began fucking me harder and harder I could feel him deep inside me. “Ohh, baby,” I moaned. “Ohhh yes, baby, more. . .” In response he fucked me still faster and harder, and soon I was coming. He didn’t stop, but went on fucking me, and as he did Bruce came into the room and asked if he could join us.
He took his clothes off and came over to the bed, and as Allen went on fucking me I began to suck on Bruce’s cock. Oh, Christ, it was so hot—my boyfriend fucking my cunt, and me sucking on this other man’s cock, feeling him grow inside my mouth. Harder and faster I sucked him, taking him deep into my throat. I was on the verge of coming again when Allen said to him, “Here, you fuck her now.”
Bruce moved to take Allen’s place, sliding his hard cock inside my dripping pussy. I threw my arms and legs around him, groaning as his cock pumped in and out of me. I knew I was going to explode again, and then I did, practically soaking the bed beneath me.
My body was still on fire, but I was panting hard and had to rest for a few minutes. Bruce thanked me for the great fuck and left, but before long Eddie came into the room and sat on the bed next to us. He asked if he could suck on my nipples again, and when he did I was ready for him almost immediately. As he undressed, my eyes lit up at the sight of his cock, because I had never seen one as long as that before.
Allen must have seen me practically drooling. “You want that cock, baby?” he said, grinning at me.
“Oh, god, yes!” I said, and I reached for Eddie’s dick and eagerly slid it into my hot wet mouth. I moaned around that cock as I felt it growing in my mouth, getting even longer, and I wondered if I could take him all the way into my throat. Slowly I slid down over him, taking him deeper as I sucked him, inch by wonderful inch. Allen was watching closely, seeing how turned on I was and enjoying the sight of my mouth going up and down on that long cock. Eddie reached down and slid his fingers inside me, and with that I came instantly, flooding the bed again, but never taking my mouth off that hard, thrilling piece of meat.
By this time I was about out of control with downright wanton lust, and I wanted that cock inside me. So I pulled my mouth off Eddie’s cock and straddled him as he lay back on the bed. God, never in my life had I felt a cock so deep inside me. I began riding him like crazy, like a woman out of control, fucking that cock with long hard strokes, moaning and twisting and taking him so deep inside me that I thought I would just explode. And then explode I did, coming and coming until I thought I would never stop.
Allen was watching me, watching that cock fucking me. I knew it turned him on to see me in the throes of passion. Now he bent to my breasts and started sucking my hard nipples into his mouth as I continued riding Eddie. Then I felt him sliding his finger inside my ass. Oh, my god! That was all I needed to take me over the brink yet again, fucking Eddie’s cock and Allen’s finger at the same time. I was just going crazy and coming all over the place—totally out of control and loving every minute of it.
I finally climbed off Eddie, fighting to catch my breath. Feeling as though I was on fire, I put my face right up against the air-conditioner. But the kind of heat I was feeling couldn’t be cooled by air-conditioning.
The next thing I knew, Allen was behind me on the bed, and Eddie was kneeling in front of me. I could feel Allen slip his hard cock up into my dripping pussy. “Ohh, baby, how good you feel!” I said to him. I took Eddie’s cock in my hands, still not quite believing how long it was, and slid it into my mouth, sucking that big hard dick, fucking it with my mouth while Allen was fucking my wet, hot pussy.
Eddie was telling me how good it felt, and that he was going to come. That made me even more excited, knowing I was making him come. “Yeah, baby,” he was saying. “Make me come . . . oh, god, it feels so good . . . do it . . . suck me . . .” And meanwhile Allen was slamming his hard cock into me as I pushed back at him, wanting that thing all the way inside me. The sensation was incredible, and then I was coming again and feeling Eddie explode inside my mouth, and I swallowed all his come, sucking him dry and licking every drop off his cock. And then Allen exploded, too, and the room was filled with our moaning.
This had to be the hottest thing we had ever done. I couldn’t believe the wonderful sensations that still washed over me. My heart was pounding, and I felt like I had never felt before. It had been so wonderful, sucking and fucking two men at once—one I had never met before, and the other the man I loved. It just felt incredible, and looking at Allen I could see that he felt the same way.
As Eddie started to get up, I leaned over and kissed him gently, sliding my tongue into his mouth, just to say thank you and show him how much I had enjoyed fucking and sucking him. He kissed me back and then got up and got dressed, saying that he hoped he would see us again.
I was worn out for the moment, and since it was getting really late we
decided it was time to leave.
And that was how our weekend ended—except that Allen and I did have a hot good-morning fuck the next day, before I left for home.
—B.N., Amarillo, Texas
While Doing a Favor for His Young Son, He Encounters a Pleasant Surprise—or Two
I am a widower with a twelve-year-old son named Sam, and I do my best to bring him up right. About a year ago Sam told me he wanted to get a paper route so he could have more spending money. We sat down to talk about it, and I tried to explain that he would be taking on a lot of responsibility. Not only would he have to get up early each day to deliver the papers, but he would also be responsible for collecting from the customers each week so that he would have the money to pay his supplier. When Sam said he was sure he could handle it, I gave my consent, on condition that he agreed to put half of his earnings in a savings account, though he could use the other half for whatever he wanted. He also had to keep his grades up at school.
For several months things went along just fine, with no problems. Then one Friday in late September, Sam came home from school saying that he didn’t feel like making his regular weekly collection because he had a headache. He said he’d do it the next day.
But on Saturday morning he was still feeling ill, and he had a temperature. I thought about putting up the money myself, but I decided that would not be setting a good example. So I told him I would collect enough to pay the supplier, and he could collect the rest the next week.
It was a warm September Saturday, so I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and went off to collect. I made half a dozen stops, patiently explaining to each customer who I was and why I was collecting for my son. A few of them were suspicious, but I managed to collect enough to almost make up the needed amount, and I figured one more stop would do the trick.
At the next house on the list I knocked at the door, hoping someone would answer. Sure enough, someone did. It was a woman of about thirty-five, wearing a flannel housecoat and fuzzy pink slippers. She was about five feet four and 125 pounds, with red hair and green eyes. She looked at me in a strange way, but when I explained the situation she invited me in.
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