Not knowing how to react, I walked back to the living room to find Denis and Liz playing with each other on the floor. Denis was feeling Liz’s big tits. I was amazed! John was fucking around with my wife, Liz was fucking around with Denis, and I wasn’t fucking around with anybody! I watched Denis pull Liz’s pants down. He started to eat her hairy cunt. I couldn’t take any more. I whipped out my prick and stuck it in Liz’s mouth.
After a while, Denis and I switched positions. As I was eating Liz, I felt a warm mouth on my cock. It was Rose. John’s come was still dripping from her face. She was sucking me while John was fucking her pussy from behind, while I ate Liz and Liz blew Denis. After a few minutes, Denis couldn’t hold back and came all over Liz’s face. At this sight, I let a load fly into Rose’s mouth as John came in her cunt.
A while later, my wife leaned over and started sucking off Denis as we all watched. Denis came all over her tits. Then Liz sucked me for a while and John started fucking her in the ass—something that completely turned me on. John asked if I would like to give it a try and I quickly accepted his offer. Rose licked my cock to get it wet. My cock went straight in and I came within a minute. Everybody being spent, we decided to call it an evening but promised to get together again soon.—Name and address withheld
FINICKY PUSSIES FIND PERFECT FIT IN SHOE STORE
I am a twenty-year-old student at a West Coast university who just last week had an experience that gives me a “rock hard” every time I think about it—and I find myself thinking about it a lot. About two months ago I was short on funds, so I answered an ad and got a job selling shoes part-time at a local shopping plaza. This allows for plenty of girl watching but little else since our store’s clientele consists of eighty-year-old ladies.
Anyway, on Tuesday evenings it is my responsibility, and that of another part-timer, Don, to close up shop. Tuesday evenings are generally dull, as are most evenings when business is slow. However, this last Tuesday I received a call from someone who asked if it was true that the “Naturalizer always gives you a perfect fit.” The girl’s voice was sexy and her soft tone had me turned on in an instant. I said, “That all depends on what size you need,” and when she said eight wide, I told her I’d be able to help her “personally.” She said that was great and she’d be right down. I could hardly wait for her to arrive.
About an hour before closing, in walked two of the best-looking ladies I’ve ever laid eyes on. They were around twenty-one. The dark-skinned one had black hair, a nice set of lungs and an ass as tight as my boss come raise time. The other was a little taller and had a smile that would make a guy stand at attention. She was endowed with some nice big tits that were well displayed in her tightly stretched tank-top. On a scale of one to ten, these two lovelies were definitely elevens.
After a little small talk I showed them around and asked them if they saw anything they liked. The dark-haired girl said, “Yes, I called earlier about needing an eight wide. My name is Marta, and this is my friend Lori. She’ll need something that can fill an eighteen-inch box.” I suggested that Marta come in back and check out my stock in order to get a perfect fit. Lori would have to wait for Don to come back from his break.
Once in back, I could tell from the way Marta was staring at me that she’d have no trouble finding the style she wanted, so I decided it was time to make my move. I pulled her close, my hands cupping her tits, by which I could tell she only had on the dress, which was good because we didn’t have much time. She was moaning and shaking and I knew she was dying to be fucked just as I was dying to fuck her. I slipped off her top and exposed the loveliest set of tanned tits, which I quickly sucked into raisins.
At this point I heard Don walking back from his break mumbling something about what a rip-off the next-door deli was, so I broke away from Marta and went out to talk to him. But Lori didn’t give me a chance; she literally jumped him, and they were going at it hot and heavy in an instant right in the middle of the sales floor. So I quickly lowered the front gate electronically, turned off the lights and went back to business.
Marta was super horny by now and was screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me,” working herself up into a furious frenzy. I slipped my pants down, freed my swollen cock and entered her glorious muff. She was awfully tight and I thought of offering her a shoehorn, but instead I was soon lying back and letting her lower herself onto my waiting timber. She bounced up and down on it with a vengeance till she had multiple orgasms and I blew an enormous load into her.
In the meanwhile I could hear that Don and Lori had finished, and Lori was saying that she usually had such a hard time finding something to fit. Fully satisfied, Marta eased herself off, and we went back in to join Lori and Don. The girls smiled and said, “See ya next week.” Don and I turned the lights back on, raised the gate and let them out. After straightening our ties, we were once again ready for business. I sure do like those Tuesday nights. —J.D., San Diego, Calif.
YOUNG SWINGERS TASTE SEASONED COCK AND CUNT AND CANT GET ENOUGH
Barbara and I are a couple who’ve been happily married for six years, and swinging for four of those years. We are in our twenties and we have restricted our swinging to those in, or near, our own age group. Until last month, that is.
In early summer we placed an ad with a photo of us in one of the national swingers’ publications, stating that we were bisexual and interested in similar couples or in single bi women, but we didn’t specify any age limitation. Within two weeks of the magazine’s publication, we received a total of seventeen responses, all but a few from people who lived too far away or who were too far-out in their sexual preferences.
One reply was from a fifty-two-year-old woman who wrote that she and her fifty-four-year-old husband were interested in meeting us for a look-each-other-over drink. Enclosed were two sharp color photos of them totally nude. Moreover, they lived less than five miles from us, both were bisexual and their time was quite flexible.
The following day I sent them a short note with our phone number and a request that they call as soon as possible. That was on Tuesday, and Thursday evening the woman called. Barbara spoke to her and set a date for us to meet them for cocktails on Saturday.
The couple, Glen and Evelyn, were pure British gentility. He was in the import business, and they had come to the United States eight years before with the intention of staying no more than six months. Once they had experienced the California weather, however, they decided to remain and planned to become citizens. Barbara and I were greatly impressed by their manner and speech and found them to be even more attractive in person than their photos had indicated. After downing two rounds of Scotch and soda, the four of us left in their car and in twenty minutes we reached their lovely condominium.
Glen put a tape on the stereo, Evelyn fixed the highballs and we sat down to drink and chat. There was no pressure on any of us, nor were any overt advances made until Barbara commented how much she had been impressed by Evelyn’s photo and I said something flattering about Glen’s genital endowment.
“Perhaps seeing the genuine article would be more satisfactory,” Evelyn said, rising from her chair. “Come, Glen, let us disrobe and be completely immodest.”
They disappeared into their bedroom and returned in a few minutes stripped to the buff. “We find nudity ever so comfortable and always go about the place like this in the evening and on the weekends,” Glen explained.
Limp, his cock hung down to an honest six inches, and I felt certain that it would swell to eight inches at least. Evelyn’s pubic hair was cropped quite close, though not shaved, and the lips of her cunt were plainly visible. Her eyes fastened on Glen’s cock, Barbara began removing her clothes, and I also started to undress.
Evelyn made the first move by grasping my cock gently and offering me her mouth. My right hand went to her cunt, my left to her breast, and we tongue-kissed fervently for a full minute, my cock rising to full erection immediately. Then Glen knelt in front of my wife, pushed her legs apart a
nd tongued her clitoris lightly, his hands lovingly caressing her tits at the same time. Evelyn leaned down and expertly went to work on my cock. Barbara, moaning softly, pressed Glen’s head into her crotch, and in another minute she went into the ecstasy of a violent climax that seemed to last a long time. Then Glen took her to the bedroom.
Evelyn ceased sucking my cock, and we followed them to the bedroom, where our orgy got into full swing. Barbara guided Glen’s pulsating cock to her cunt, and he was soon fucking her with a steady rhythm. Evelyn asked me to lie on my back, and then she impaled herself on my cock, which penetrated her snug vagina right to my balls after a few lubricating strokes.
Being a gentleman, Glen made certain that Barbara enjoyed a solid orgasm before he exploded in her body, and the sight of her in a state of such intense gratification brought my own discharge gushing into Evelyn’s vagina as she grinded down to drain every last drop of steaming love juice from my cock.
Moving off my body, Evelyn bent down to kiss Barbara lightly on the mouth, and then she slowly kissed her way down her body until her face was between her legs. Tenderly, Evelyn licked the moist flesh for a few moments, and then she drew it into her mouth, sucking and swallowing her husband’s come with the help of Barbara, who was bearing down to force the fluid into her mouth.
Glen and I sat quietly watching the lesbian scene, and when Evelyn swung around to get into a 69 position with Barbara and Barbara began sucking her cunt hungrily, my cock rose slowly and was soon hard and stiff. Glen, too, was beginning to get erect, and, as if by prearranged signal, we reached for each other’s cock and were quickly fondling each other with frenzied motions. Our eyes met, and without having to say a word, we silently arranged ourselves on the bed, cock to mouth, and ardently gave each other head with wild abandon.
About ten minutes after Glen had been sucking my cock, Barbara and Evelyn began having a series of continuous orgasms. The incredibly exciting sounds that came from them at each release made me ejaculate. Just as my spurtings subsided. Glen’s warm come splashed onto my tongue. With his huge, thick cock filling my mouth, it felt as though he had discharged a torrent.
That ended our first visit with the Britishers. We’ve partied with Glen and his wife three times since that night and have also become acquainted with another middle-aged couple, Collier and Janet. Our advice to other young swingers is: Don’t sell older people short; you might be missing the most beautiful sexual experience of your lives!—Name and address withheld
MIDTERM STRAIN WIPED OUT IN SUCK-AND-FUCK FREE-FOR-ALL
After reading a recent issue of Penthouse Letters, I’m prompted to relate a wild incident that happened to me and some of my buddies at a small Pennsylvania college. We were first-semester freshmen and it was around the time of midterms. Everyone was tired of being bogged down with studying, so we decided to have some fun.
A friend of mine, Jeff, called his girlfriend at a neighboring girls’ dormitory and asked if she and her friends would like to take a break and smoke a few joints. They were willing, and in a matter of minutes four girls were outside the door of our apartment.
After a few casual hellos, Jerry lit up a bowl of some good Colombian. The girls had a few hits and began loosening up. They took their jackets off and made themselves comfortable. About this time Jeff and his girlfriend, Lynn, grabbed a six-pack and said good night as they headed for the bedroom.
I took my cue from Jeff and started necking with a cute little blonde, Chris, who had the finest set of tits I’d ever seen. As I was caressing her hips, I was very aware of her large nipples peering out at me through her sweater.
By tins time everyone had gotten into the act and paired off. Seeing that it was pretty crowded in the living room, I whispered something to Chris, and she eagerly followed me into Jeff’s room.
To our delight, Jeff and Lynn were lying nude on the bed. She had taken his swollen cock between her crimson lips and her head was wildly pumping in an up-and-down motion. Jeff smiled when he saw us enter the room, because he realized he now had an audience. I could feel Chris’s body trembling as a reaction to what she was witnessing and maybe in anticipation of what was to come.
Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I reached over and undid the front of her jeans. I could now feel her woolly wonder and she arched her hips forward in response to my caresses. Her wandering hands released my purple-helmeted soldier of pleasure.
Soon we were completely naked. I proceeded to stimulate her now-moist muff with my probing tongue. Her body shuddered violently with each stroke of my tongue and she was quickly approaching orgasm.
Suddenly she wrapped her legs around my head and released what seemed like a fountain of delicious juice into my thirsty mouth. She groaned in ecstasy. Then, after she’d moved down to take my throbbing cock into her mouth, Jeff appeared behind her and mounted her doggie-style with his ten-inch dick.
While I was leaning back in sheer pleasure, Lynn came over to me and lowered her luscious pink jewel box onto my waiting lips. Meanwhile Chris, who was enjoying her late-night snack, deep-throated my iron-hard member. We all came in what seemed like a mutual orgasm.
We were exhausted and covered with each other’s love juices, and Jeff suggested we go back out and smoke a few more joints. The girls threw on our bathrobes and we pulled on some jeans.
But we were in for a shock when we opened the bedroom door. Our two friends, Jim and Jerry, were having an orgy of their own. Jim was stroking his huge circumcised rod, and then he plunged it into the precious pussy of one of the girls. Jerry and a cute redhead were devouring each other in the 69 position.
Not at all disturbed by our presence, Jim, after pounding furiously, shot his hot come deep into the girl’s convulsing hole. When the other two were through, Jerry suggested we switch partners. Everyone agreed and we fucked long into the night. Around three o’clock in the morning, the girls insisted that they really had to get some studying done. We kissed them good-bye, promising to get together again sometime. I can’t wait until finals!—Name and address withheld
MOTORCYCLE FREAKS GIVE GIRLS A ROUGH RIDE DURING HELL-FOR-LEATHER FOURSOME
Until last spring I’d always had a low opinion of motorcycle freaks, because of the Hell’s Angels stereotype. But last April I changed my mind—a lady’s prerogative, right? Anyway, I’d like to tell your readers how it happened.
My best friend, Candy, and I took a drive in my camper into the Virginia mountains last spring. After we’d set up camp, I looked out and saw two big guys on bikes pulling into the campsite next to ours. I turned to Candy and fearfully said that we ought to move before those guys tried to rape us. Candy suggested that we wait awhile to see if they’d move, but they didn’t, and by then we were too tired to find a new campsite before dark. When we stepped out, it was obvious that the guys hadn’t expected to have two sexy chicks camped next door because they both stopped in their tracks. Candy introduced herself and me, and we found out that their names were Doug and Eric. Doug, a tall, strong blond with blue eyes, was togged out from head to toe in jet-black leather, which glistened and rippled when he moved his beautiful, muscular body. Darker and with very rugged features, Eric was also tall and strong. He wore a tan jacket, brown riding breeches and tan knee boots.
Candy and I wanted to get to know them better, and so when they asked if we’d like to go riding with them, we jumped at the chance. Then Doug told us that we’d have to put on some leather before going riding, to protect our beautiful bods. Since he put it that way, we could hardly disagree. They had extra jackets with them and leather chaps that we were able to put on over our jeans.
In a few minutes we were all set. I slid down onto the bike saddle behind Doug and soon realized that I’d be pretty well jammed up against his ass. Before long I was holding on for dear life, and I began to appreciate the sensation of gripping him through his leather suit, which made me feel as if I were stroking his nude body. About then we rounded a turn and were leaning into the curve; I
ended up grabbing Doug below the belt to keep my balance and was excited to learn that he was just as turned on as I was. His big cock was straining against the leather. I stroked the ample bulge and wished wildly that I could get my hand-inside his tight jeans. By now the crotch of my jeans was becoming wet from my pussy’s love juices. Not only did I have this big, handsome guy locked in my arms, but also the motorcycle was vibrating under me like a huge electric dildo.
Soon we reached the mountaintop and stopped to rest. The guys spread out their sleeping bags. Then Doug, giving me a piercing look, said, “Why don’t you girls take off your regular clothes and then put the leathers back on? Leather isn’t just good for biking, you know. Besides, you’ll find it’s a tough chick who can take what we’re about to give you. When we fuck, it’s as physical as that run up the mountain was, but you both look like you can handle it and maybe dish out a little rough and tumble of your own.” They helped us out of our clothes, and I ended up wearing only a waist-length leather jacket, a pair of chaps belted tight at my waist (leaving my tail and crotch all exposed for Doug to play with) and a pair of knee boots. Candy wore the same things, except that she had on a skimpy vest instead of a jacket.
Doug and Eric, obviously excited by our outfits, began to fondle us feverishly. By the time Doug finally let me pull his cock out of his leather pants, we were both ready to explode. He took me down in almost a football-type tackle on the rocky, dirty hilltop and rode me like a wild man. Finally he thrust one deep last time into my cunt, and we both exploded in a thundering climax.
Eric and Candy were still at it meanwhile. He had mounted her from the rear, grinding her bare nipples into the rocky ground as he plunged against her backside. She was shrieking hysterically, but obviously out of passion, not pain. I was turned on again by now, so Doug lay me down across his motorcycle and mounted me from behind. Then he lifted me up and let me sit on his pulsing tool, pushing me forward so that my breasts dangled on either side of the gas tank. He began to hump me as if this were the last fuck he’d ever have. It seemed the more Doug got, the rougher he wanted to play. I was glad that I was wearing the leather, because he was almost brutal in the way he handled me. It wasn’t exactly S&M, I guess, but it was the closest I ever came to it, and it wasn’t bad at all!
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