CAUGHT BETWEEN A HARD ROCK AND A SOFT PLACE

Posted on June 30, 2010 by The Editors

With all the recent attention concerning the twentieth anniversary of Woodstock, I couldn’t help doing some reminiscing of my own, especially of the wild sex I had back in the crazy days of the Sixties. I was an enthusiastic promoter of free love and participated in many group gropes and drugged out orgies. My favorite memory, however, is of when a couple of rock ‘n’ rollers popped my anal cherry.

It was a few months after Woodstock, and music festivals were all the rage. I attended one not far from where I lived and grooved to the tunes while high on grass. After the concert I weaseled my way backstage to meet the guys from my favorite group, a band that had a faithful following then but has since receded into obscurity.

Tom, the lead singer, took a liking to me right away when I pulled up my shirt and asked him to autograph one of my tits. He happily obliged. I didn’t look much different from any other hippie girl of that era: skinny as a rail, long red hair straight down to my ass, the requisite dusty blue jeans and tie dyed t shirt but Tom accurately sensed that I was a live wire. “You look like you could suck the chrome off a tail pipe,” he said with a wink.

“That’s right,” I said. “You got a pipe that needs sucking?”

He offered me a joint and asked me to accompany him back to the hotel. I joined him on the band’s bus, where he introduced me to the drummer, Barry. While Tom had boyish, all American good looks, Barr was a brooding, prematurely gray haired fellow who didn’t say much. I would learn later that his actions spoke much louder than words.

Once back in his hotel room, Tom wasted little time getting us both naked and in the sack. He laid me down on my back and straddled my chest, thrusting his cock in my face. I gobbled him up, his bloated balls bouncing off my chin, his shaft slamming down my throat. After a few minutes he pulled out and shot wads of come all over my face. He then sat back and smoked a joint. I remained on the bed, come dribbling down my cheeks. “Hey, why don’t you get yourself off while I watch,” Tom suggested. “I always like to watch a chick play with herself.”

Sounded like a great idea to me, so I scooped up some of the semen on my face with my finger and started rubbing it into my cunt. As I fingered myself to a powerful orgasm, Tom’s cock hardened so it was pointing straight up out of his lap. He was slowly jerking off, his eyes riveted to my sopping cunt.

“That looks pretty good,” he said, rising out of the chair. “I think I’ll have a taste.” With that, Tom hopped back into bed and began feasting on my pussy. He was able to stick his tongue far up my hole, scouring my sugary walls for every drop of nectar he could get. I came again and was so lost in ecstasy that I didn’t realize he was paying special attention to my asshole.

“You’ve got a beautiful asshole,” he told me. I’d never received a compliment on that part of my anatomy before and was pleasantly surprised. Before I could reply, Tom had stuck his index finger, coated with my juices, all the way into my rectum. He twirled it around a bit and laughed. “You’re real tight. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No, I haven’t,” I said. Having his finger up my butt felt really strange, but it also turned me on.

“Well, what do you say? Let’s give it a try.” Tom then rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled me up by the hips so that I was in a crouch. He stuck several fingers in my pussy to retrieve some liquid. Using my secretions, he coated my asshole and his cock and then slowly sank into my upturned behind.

I can still recall the feeling twenty years later it was so mind bending, so intense, so fucking dirty! I held my breath as his cock inched its way past the tight ring of my sphincter. By the time he was in as far as he could go, I was seeing stars. I felt like one of those guys who can hold their hands over a flame and not flinch. I didn’t mind the pain in fact, I turned it around and combined it with the pleasure I felt, doubling the intensity of this wicked penetration.

I must have been moaning up a storm, because Tom said, “You really did this, huh, baby? Well, I’ll ream you real good.” And he did, pounding into my back door with vigor until he pulled out and squirted all over my ass. He got up to wash himself off. I could only lie there, my face in the pillow, too stunned to move.

Perhaps a minute or two later, I heard the door open and looked up to see Barry enter the room. He was completely nonplussed to see me lying on the bed, my ass in the air and covered with semen, and said a soft hell. “Is Tom around?” he asked. “It’s really dead in this hotel.”

Tom then came out of the bathroom. “Hey, Barry, Pam loves it up the ass. She’s a real screamer, too. Why don’t you slip her your bone?”

Barry gave me a look that said, “How about it?” I looked back up at him and said, “Go ahead, Barry. Stuff my ass.”

Barry stripped and stuck his cock in my mouth, and I sucked him to hardness. His cock was bigger than Tom’s by about two inches, and much fatter. I nearly fainted thinking about how it was going to feel tucked up my back hole.

Once he was fully erect, he lay back, lubricated his cock and instructed me to sit on it. I climbed aboard him and slowly lowered my ass onto his cock. He held it upright and guided it into my asshole, which had been widened by Tom’s cock but not enough to allow an easy entry by Barry.

I felt as if I were being split in two. The initial pain was excruciating, but then, after a little movement, the pain subsided and was replaced by a wonderful feeling of total fullness. I started a mild pumping motion, rising and falling on that mighty cock, reveling in the deliciously dirty sensations. Barry reached up and grabbed my tits, pinching the nipples. I lost it soon after that, dissolving in a wild orgasm that had me throwing my head back and moaning loudly.

At this point Tom stepped up on the bed and offered me his erection. I eagerly sucked him, wishing I could see a film of myself with one cock in my asshole, another in my mouth. Tom was so excited he came in no time, spraying come all over my face again. Barry came a few minutes later, shooting his come deep inside me. I crawled off him and lay down limp as a rag doll.

Since that fateful day in 1969, I have enjoyed anal sex as a regular part of my lovemaking. I’m married now to a very adventurous man, and every month or so I surprise him by asking him to fuck my butt like he owns it. And now, with Sixties nostalgia so heavy in the air, I can’t help thinking back to those boys in the band, who turned me on to the wicked pleasure of ass fucking.

Ms. P.D., California

STUDENT WIFE PASSES ANAL SEX “TEST” GIVEN BY HER HUSBAND

Posted on June 29, 2010 by The Editors

The spring I was studying for my state boards, I guess I wasn’t much of a lover to my new husband, Ken. I’d come home dead tired, beg for a backrub and fall asleep over a book. And a growing bone of contention between us was, just where was I doing all of this precious studying instead of attending to my wifely duties?

My secret little library room, with the leaded glass windows, was also the location of one of the most intimate, yet daring, sex adventures Ken and I have shared to date. Unknown to me, one evening he followed me in order to discover my study hideaway. It was late and my studious mood was interrupted by Ken’s mischievous grin. He had come, he said, to rescue me.

He came up behind my chair and ran his hands down my back, reaching around and cupping my breasts through my clothes. He lifted me up, pushing my chair out of the way, but when I began to turn around to kiss him, Ken held me close, keeping himself pressed tightly against my back.

With my demanding husband behind me and the library table with my textbooks in front of me, I was trapped. Ken leaned forward, forcing my face and chest down onto the book strewn table. I had learned to follow his lead in such things, but I was full of anticipation, for this time we were not in married housing but in the library, where someone might walk in on us. The possibility of discovery only served to sharpen our erotic senses.

As I lay bent over the table, Ken reached up under my skirt. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down until I could step out of them. He picked up the flimsy material and crushed it into a small ball in his hand. With the fingers of one hand, he opened my mouth and inserted the “gag.” “This will keep your screams down,” he said, laughing.

I felt his pressure between my thighs, and I spread my legs to accommodate his presence. The aroma of my arousal was rising from the damp underwear stuffed in my mouth, and with measured breaths, I listened closely for the sounds of approaching footsteps. Soon I relaxed, convinced that on one would discover us and distracted by Ken’s hand, which was now playing between my legs, teasing my exposed and wet cunt.

As the level of my arousal increased, I began to squirm on the table, pushing my rear end back against Ken, wriggling with excitement as he continued to finger my clitoris. When he undid his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor, I felt the warm strength of his erect cock nestle in the crack of my ass. I squeezed my cheeks together to trap his rampant manhood, and I felt him squirm against me.

Ken stepped back slightly, just enough to reach his hand between us. His fingers dipped into my sopping pussy and withdrew with a coating of my juices. With this wet hand he stroked my crack and easily inserted a slickly coated finger up my ass. We had experimented with anal play before and had discussed anal intercourse, but he had never attempted to actually insert his huge tool in my tiny rear passage. Just the thought of being split open that way had been enough to make me weak.

I suspected that tonight would be different. His finger sawing in and out of my back door, combined with his ministrations to my always receptive clit, had excited me to the point that I was ready to try anything. And what Ken wanted that night was to fuck me in the ass.

He knew exactly what to do. With one motion he spread my cheeks and slid his powerful cock into my hungry cunt. Two quick thrusts only teased me to a higher level of arousal before he withdrew. His piston lubed with my honey, he placed the tip against my rear hole.

“Relax, Angie,” he whispered. “Relax and let yourself open.”

I was sure that I could not possibly relax enough to accommodate his massive organ, but he cooed confidently, “You can do it. Just relax. Open for me.”

With these last words, my husband pushed into my dark tunnel. I reacted with a stifled scream as I felt the burning sensation of his erection filling me. In a few seconds the pain was replaced by a tremendous feeling of fullness as my muscles did indeed relax and permit me to take all of him in my virgin ass.

Very gingerly Ken began fucking my bottom. After the first few strokes, I realized how exciting it was to give myself to my lover this way, and I began pushing back, tentatively at first, to meet each thrust. Soon we were going at it hot and heavy, any reluctance on my part a dim memory. I was a wanton woman, spread across the table by her lover, open and available for his use.

Just then the door to our hideaway opened, and we stopped, frozen in mid stroke, and turned to the door. Standing there was one of the librarians, who had come to announce that the building would be closing soon. The look on her face was one that I will remember for as long as I live. Her words seemed frozen in midair as her eyes quickly took in the scene before her.

In a matter of a few seconds she was gone, having said nothing, leaving only the sense of her stunned surprise to fill the space where she had been. I realized that my face was blushing red, beyond the flush of my arousal, and I started to laugh, but my mirth was cut short by the strong thrust of Ken’s rock hard member reminding me of its presence in my behind.

Being discovered in mid fuck seemed to inflame our passion all the more. Ken began pummeling my ass like a battering ram breaking down the castle gates. Each time he hit bottom I felt his balls slap against my dripping cunt and heard him grunt with his exertion. My stretched sphincter was now easily able to accommodate its fleshy visitor, and I was thrashing about beneath him, struggling for my own satisfaction.

In and out, in and out, Ken fucked me. Harder and harder he pushed into me, slapping my buttocks with the palm of his hand as he grew more excited, riding me for all he was worth. The windows of the little room were clouding up, and we climaxed within seconds of each other, his semen soaking my supercharged rectum. Tremendous release overwhelmed us both, and I was astounded by the ferocity of my orgasm, never having dreamed that anal sex could be such a turn on.

We cleaned ourselves up as best we could, put all our clothes back on and made our way out by a side door, being careful to avoid the librarian at the front desk. I was sure she would never forget walking in on us, just as Ken and I will never forget the look on her face.

Well, I passed my test with flying colors, and Ken and I have made anal sex a favorite part of our sexual repertoire. I wonder if that librarian has thought to try it with her husband.

Ms. A.T., Vermont

WOMAN FINDS A WAY, IN THE END, TO SPARK HER HUSBAND’S DESIRE

Posted on June 28, 2010 by The Editors

Gwen and I have always believed that open communication is the most important ingredient for a successful marriage. We have been married for two years, and one night a few months ago Gwen noted, in a non accusatory manner, that our sex life had become routine. That led her to purchase a number of couples’ magazines, including Variations, in hopes of finding out how other people handled this situation.

Although I had never expressed my appreciation of her shapely bottom, I did indeed lust after it. Every time Gwen poured herself into a pair of designer jeans or wiggled into a tight fitting skirt, I’d gaze at her lovely behind so snugly encased in the material as visions of my hard cock thrusting deep inside her rear hole danced in my head. I guess it was Gwen’s awareness of my unspoken interest in her ass that led her to suggest anal intercourse as a way to rejuvenate our sex life.

The next morning, my wife said she wanted to try anal sex that evening. Needless to say, the day flew by for me, and I was anticipating an evening to remember. My normal work hours are eight to four, but many times I’ll stay late to finish up things I didn’t get to during the day. At a quarter to four my phone rang, and when I answered it, a sultry voice whispered, “Gil, I just want you to know that I’m here at home in bed waiting for you. I took a half day off from work because I couldn’t concentrate while thinking about how good your dick will feel in my ass. Are you listening, baby?” I was getting an obscene phone call from my wife!

I managed to stammer some words to let her know I was listening. “When I got home I took a warm bath to get myself ready for you,” she continued. “I’ve been playing with myself all afternoon thinking about you. I’m ready for you, baby. I’ve got my asshole all greased up for you. Just hurry home, please.”

At four o’clock I was out of there, and I think I set a new land speed record on the drive home. When I got there I headed for our bedroom. I found the door half closed. I slowly pushed it open and saw that Gwen was naked and kneeling on the bed. She said, “Come on, baby, I can’t wait. Shove that big dick of your up my ass.” With that she reached back and slowly parted her asscheeks, exposing her asshole. The utter abandon of what my wife was doing was overwhelming. I’ve never needed to fuck my lovely wife as badly as I did at that moment.

I undressed and got on the bed behind Gwen. I put a finger into her asscrack and spread some lubricant on the head of my penis. Gwen was moaning, begging me to fuck her. I put my dick on her anus and began to push. When the head of my penis slid into her ass, I had to use every bit of willpower I had to keep from coming. Gwen responded by saying, “Oh, baby, it feels so good, give me the rest of your dick.”

I slowly slid the rest of my throbbing erection into my wife’s tight asshole. When my dick was up her ass right to the balls, she growled that it felt so good to have all of my dick inside her.

I knew that I wasn’t going to last long. As I fucked Gwen’s asshole, the sexual energy became almost overpowering. Let me tell your male readers that if they think they know what sexual excitement is, let them try fucking their woman up the ass while hearing her say how good it feels. It’s incredibly exciting!

As my arousal began to peak, images of Gwen’s ass, clothed and unclothed, flashed through my mind. I was reliving each time I had ever wanted her beautiful backside. I looked down at my wife and admired her round hips, her narrow waist, her long, deep asscrack and the sight of my dick feverishly fucking the beautiful butt I had so long desired. I remember hearing a man’s voice screaming in the distance, and then I realized it was me! The climax I experienced was as memorable as the excitement that had preceded it. Gwen called out, “More, more,” as my semen spurted into her ass.

Anal sex certainly has improved our sex life. Of course, we don’t do anal sex all the time, because if we did, it wouldn’t be special. It’s the spice that keeps our marriage fresh and vital.

Guys, if you think it’s exciting to be awakened by your wife with a surprise blowjob, imagine what it’s like to be awakened by your wife and find her lying naked on her stomach next to you. And what if the first words out of her mouth were a request that you shove your dick up her already lubricated asshole? Hot? You better believe it! I’ve never been so hot!

Mr. G.I., Rhode Island

DRUNK WITH DESIRE IN WINE COUNTRY

Posted on June 27, 2010 by The Editors

My name is Tammy. Not long ago, my husband, Wyatt, and I visited the wine country of California with our closest friends, Artie and his wife, Lana. It turned out to be more exciting than any of us could have imagined.

We were all having a grand time sightseeing the third day out, and I noticed that Artie was paying more attention to me than usual. Toward the end of the day, Lana and I complained that our shoulders were sore from the heavy tote bags we were carrying around. After dinner, we returned to our motel, where we had connecting rooms, and started playing cards and drinking wine. Artie got up to get more wine for us and when he finished pouring, he began to rub my shoulders. It felt real good. Soon he was suggesting that Wyatt rub Lana’s shoulders.

After a while we resumed playing cards, and when the game was over, I went and took a seat on the sofa. Artie joined me and picked up where he had left off earlier, massaging my back and shoulders. Again he suggested that Wyatt do the same to Lana. After a few minutes, Artie said he couldn’t do his best work with my dress in the way. Without getting my consent, he began unbuttoning the back of my dress. I was about to protest when Artie told Wyatt to unbutton Lana’s dress. At this point I relaxed, figuring that as long as we were all in the same room together, things wouldn’t get out of hand. And Artie’s strong hands did feel good on my bare flesh.

Artie, growing bolder by the second, pushed my dress down off my shoulders together with my bra straps. Then he unsnapped my bra. He was rubbing my shoulders and entire back now, his hands occasionally traveling down my sides and around to my stomach. I could feel my pussy getting wet and I didn’t know what to do about it. Across the way my husband was obviously enjoying massaging Lana, who was facedown on the bed now and purring contentedly.

As Artie continued massaging me, his hands often grazing my breasts, it became very clear that he was more interested in feeling me than soothing my aching muscles. Lana raised herself a bit and told her husband how wonderful Wyatt’s hands felt on her. My husband, seizing the moment, worked his hands down under Lana and began rubbing and squeezing her breasts. As if on cue, Artie latched onto my breasts and began kneading them.

The sight of my husband touching another woman and the feel of Artie’s hands on my bare breasts kept my juices flowing. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I got up and motioned for Wyatt to follow me into our room. As soon as the door was closed, we got out of our clothes and jumped into bed. My husband was already rock hard, and I climbed on him and began to ride his cock. We tried to be quiet, unlike Lana and Artie. Form the creaking of their bed and Lana’s cries of pleasure, we could tell Artie was pounding her good.

The next day we resumed our tour of the wine country and that night took rooms in a quaint bed and breakfast inn. We were reprised to learn that we were the only guests and that the innkeeper and his wife lived across the road in a cottage. This meant we had the whole place to ourselves. We freshened up and went out to dinner, then returned to the inn. As we relaxed in the pretty sitting room, Lana complained about her aching shoulders. Artie said that as Wyatt had done such a good job the previous night, he should massage Lana again. He, in turn, would rub my neck and shoulders. Lana flashed me a smile as my husband moved toward her.

Lana and I were wearing lightweight summer dresses with panties underneath neither of us had bothered with a bra that day. Artie undid my dress in back and began rubbing my back and shoulders. Soon his hands were on my breasts. Across the way, on the other sofa, Wyatt was pushing Lana’s dress down off her shoulders. As soon as he had exposed her breasts, he started kneading them as Lana leaned back against him and purred with approval.

“Do you like watching your husband playing with Lana’s tits?” Artie asked me, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “I’ll bet Wyatt’s got a hard on that won’t quit.”

Once again my juices were seeping into my underpants, and this time I knew that it wouldn’t be my husband who put out the fire. Wyatt gave me a questioning smile as he continued fondling Lana’s breasts, and I knew he was asking me what I wanted to do. We had spoken in the past about group sex. It was obvious that he wanted us to seize this opportunity.

My dress was bunched around my waist now and Artie was stroking my hot pussy through my panties with one hand while fondling my breasts with the other. He nodded in the direction of Wyatt and Lana, and when I looked over at them, I saw that Lana had lost her panties and that Wyatt was stroking her bare pussy. Wyatt’s cock was sticking out of his pants and Lana was stroking it lovingly.

Artie quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. With a soft moan, I curled my fingers around the shaft and started stroking it. Soon Artie maneuvered me off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. “Go ahead, Tammy, suck it real good,” he said. Since my marriage I hadn’t sucked any cock other than Wyatt’s, but now I was hungry for Artie’s swollen member. Lowering my head, I curled my lips around the fat head and started sucking, taking more and more cock in my mouth. “Yeah, go, baby, go,” Artie groaned.

When I heard my husband moan, I stopped sucking Artie and looked over my shoulder. Wyatt was sitting back on the sofa, his legs spread wide, and Lana, on her knees, was sucking on his cock with obvious relish. With a slight pressure on my head, Artie got me sucking him again, and this time I went after his cock with gusto.

This went on for a few minutes and then Artie suddenly sat erect and pulled me to my feet, announcing that we were going upstairs to fuck. As Artie started pulling me up the stairs, I took one last look at Lana and Wyatt. With Lana still gobbling his cock, my husband gave me a happy wave.

Once in his room, Artie got me out of my dress and soaking panties in no time. We were both so hot we didn’t need foreplay. He just put me on the bed, spread my legs and rammed his hard cock home. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he plowed my hot pussy. Grunting and groaning, I came several times before he drenched my sex with a big load of creamy come.

Eager to see what my husband was up to, I untangled myself from Artie and got out of bed. I went downstairs to the sitting room and found Lana naked and draped over the back of the sofa. Wyatt was standing beside her and smearing his come all over her bare backside. He smiled broadly when he saw me.

The next morning we set out to visit some more wineries. Then that night we checked into a motel, taking one large room with twin beds. There was no longer any need for pretense, so we all stripped naked. Artie began taking pictures of Lana and me on the bed. Wyatt quickly climbed on the bed and Artie took some shots of him fondling our breasts and pussies. Then, with Artie still snapping away, Lana went down on Wyatt. After a while, Artie handed the camera to my husband, who took pictures of me hungrily sucking on Artie’s cock.

When all four of us were hotter than hell, Artie threw me down on the bed and said, “Baby, I’m goin’ to fuck you all night long, just like Wyatt’s goin’ to fuck Lana.” I had no argument with that, and I moaned my approval a moment later when Artie, throwing my legs up on his shoulders, rammed his thick cock all the way inside my steaming sex. On the bed next to ours I saw my husband stuff a pillow under Lana’s hips moments before driving his cock into her.

It was pretty much nonstop fucking for the rest of the night, Artie doing me in one position after another as Wyatt pleasured Lana the same way. At any given time, one bed or the other was creaking loudly, and the couple not fucking got turned on all over again just watching the action on the other bed.

The next night it was more of the same. Artie and I arrived back at the motel first, Wyatt and Lana having stopped next door to get some snacks. As soon as we were inside the room, Artie pulled down my panties, pushed me back onto the bed, threw up my skirt and started giving me head. When my husband and Lana walked in and saw Artie already hard at play, they wasted no time getting out of their clothes and into the other bed. Soon we were all screwing up a storm, with the guys doing Lana and me doggy style, as we talked dirty.

The high point of the evening was when Wyatt and Artie took Lana simultaneously, Wyatt fucking her pussy while her husband fucked her mouth. The next morning, in the shower, I sucked my husband’s cock while Artie plowed my pussy.

That was some great vacation, and the sucking and fucking didn’t stop when we got home. Wyatt and I get together often with Artie and Lana, just as we did before we vacationed together, but now we switch mates and ball ourselves silly!

Ms. T.Y., Oregon

FIRESIDE FANTASY FULFILLED AT COZY SKI CHALET

Posted on June 26, 2010 by The Editors

Marjorie, my wife, and I have been married over twenty years and have a very active and satisfying sex life. Marjorie has always regretted not sharing our passion with another couple, feeling the heat of a cock growing in her hand or mouth. She has an intense, multi orgasmic sex drive.

For the past several years, we have fantasized about group sex, but the opportunity never presented itself. Well, the opportunity came last month, when two ski friends, Ron and Gloria, invited us to spend mid week with them at a time share chalet in Vermont. We had vacationed with them before but never alone and never in such a cozy, intimate setting as a ski hideaway. The chalet had a hot tub and sauna, tow adjoining bedrooms and a large sunken living room in front of a huge fireplace it was made for lovemaking, and we had it to ourselves.

We stocked up on food and wine, looking forward to a hedonistic few days of skiing, relaxing in front of the fire with a warming drink and getting close and lovey dovey.

The skiing was great, but we couldn’t wait to get home to enjoy the cozy comforts of the chalet. The second night, after a long day of skiing, we all decided to unwind, soaking in the hot tub and sauna. Sitting between Ron and me, Marjorie relaxed completely. As we talked about sexy things, like letting ourselves go, I felt my wife’s hand on my thigh, grazing my growing erection. Ron had one hand around Marjorie’s shoulders and one around his wife’s. I watched with growing excitement as Ron slipped his hand inside his lovely wife’s bathing suit and began squeezing her full breast. At one point Gloria turned to kiss him lightly on the lips, her hand coming up out of the water to caress his neck.

I slipped Ron’s arm off Marjorie’s shoulder so that his hand joined mine in fondling her asscheeks through her bathing suit bottoms. Marjorie got he signal and began moving her other hand under the bubbling water toward Ron’s cock. As if on cue, we both began to massage her floating breasts, which she had released from her bikini top, and kiss and nibble her neck.

Marjorie was getting more excited by the minute. We could feel her body starting to buck in the water as she lifted her ass off the seat so Ron and I could get at her pussy more easily. Marjorie placed one thigh over each of our legs, massaging our exposed hard ons and giving us total access to her pussy and “love spot.” We gently obliged, and she loved it. After a while we turned our attention to Gloria, fingering her pussy and tweaking her nipples until, like Marjorie, she was squirming and bucking in pleasure.

After a great meal, we danced in front of the fire to soft, sensuous music, with the girls dressed in the warm flannel gowns they had bought for the occasion. At one point I lifted Marjorie’s gown to expose the beautiful asscheeks Ron had been fondling in the hot tub, gently massaging them while he watched intently he winked at us.

Marjorie soon suggested we throw some blankets on the rug and stretch out naked in front of the fire. Feeling frisky, I began to openly fondle my wife’s pussy as she positioned herself on all fours. Ron and Gloria were watching the scene in the glow of the fire as I lifted Marjorie’s leg slightly to give them a better view of her glistening pussy lips. Ron was fingering his erection, and Gloria was stroking her pussy. I rubbed the engorged head of my cock along the crack of Marjorie’s ass, just teasing her cunt. Marjorie began to purr while reaching back to stroke my cock. I started to work her ass in earnest. Finally I stretched and got up to go to the bathroom. On returning, I saw that Ron had positioned himself behind Marjorie’s inviting ass. He was going for it! Checking to see that it was okay with Gloria, he proceeded to knead my wife’s beautiful round, heart shaped ass. His hand slipped between her legs to fondle the insides of her thighs. Now it was my turn to massage the head of my own raging hard on.

Ron, softly kissing her neck and fondling her breasts, now slipped his cock between my wife’s legs. In the fire’s soft glow, I could see Marjorie lift her leg as she guided Ron’s cock into her pussy, then close her thighs around his probing erection and sigh happily. All of us, each in our own way, were enjoying the acting out of this fireside fantasy it was heaven.

And it got even better. Gloria, as aroused by the sight of Marjorie and Ron making love as I was, summoned me to her. Even before I could step to her, she was in position, on her hands and knees with her lovely bottom staring me in the face. Hard on in hand, I quickly dropped to my knees and penetrated that succulent pussy. Gloria let out a moan of delight as my cock plunged balls deep inside her.

As I started fucking Gloria, I looked up and saw that Ron was till pleasuring my wife, doing her as I was doing his wife, from behind, doggy style. The look on Marjorie’s face matched the one on Gloria’s both women were savoring the feel of an unfamiliar cock filling up their pussies.

It wasn’t long before the room was filled with the moans and groans, the grunts and sighs of two couples on the verge of coming. Seconds after Ron announced he was going to shoot, Marjorie yelled that she was coming. As she crouched down real low and jammed her ass back against Ron, her fingers clawing the carpet, I moaned and sent my seed spurting into Gloria, who answered with a moan of her own as she came, her cunt convulsing around my ejaculating organ.

The next day, my wife complimented me on my unusually large and active erection during the night, and I thanked her for a good lovemaking session. We can’t wait for the waterskiing season to begin so we can continue our hedonistic adventures with Ron and Gloria.

Mr. O.N., New York

KRIS KRINGLE GETS HIS SLEIGH BELLS RUNG

Posted on June 25, 2010 by The Editors

It was Christmas Eve. I had just arrived in town, ready to make my fortune in the big city after growing up in a small town out west. I arrived in early December, and the only job I could manage to get was as a department store Santa. After having spent three weeks with whining, yapping urchins in my lap begging for Nintendo video games and Transformers, and after having been punched, kicked, bitten and vomited on by brats of all sorts, my Christmas spirit was at a Scrooge like level.

The only reason I didn’t wander the streets muttering “Bah, humbug!” was Stacey, who, dressed in an elf costume, served as Santa’s assistant. She had the chore of keeping the little darlings in an orderly line and snapping photographs of them on my lap for their adoring parents. She was a college student who was doing this because she needed the extra money, and we frequently commiserated about how torturous our jobs were.

I should add that Stacey was the most drop dead gorgeous elf I had ever seen. About five eight, with curly black hair, pouting lips and dreamy sienna colored eyes, she filled out her green leotard and lederhosen magnificently. She also happened to have a dynamite personality. I was deeply smitten with her, but shyness kept me from asking her out. Besides, it’s difficult to come on to a girl while wearing a Santa suit.

And so, as the store neared closing time on Christmas Eve, the last minute shoppers desperately searching for that gift for Aunt Martha, I mentally prepared for a miserable yuletide. My family was far away and I knew no one in town, so I was going to spend an evening watching TV and dining on a frozen turkey dinner washed down with eggnog generously laced with rum.

At about eight o’clock, our boss let Stacey and me go home, wishing us a merry Christmas and heading off to his office Christmas party, to which Stacey and I were clearly not invited. As I sighed and headed for the locker room to change back into my civilian clothes, Stacey stopped me.

“Hey, Nick,” she said. “Have you got any special plans for tonight?”

“Not really. I suppose I’ll just go home and watch Miracle on 34th Street.”

Her face broke into a dazzling smile as she said, “Well, some friends of mine are having a small gathering and we always have room for one more. What do you say?”

My spirits immediately improved. I would have gone anywhere, as long as it was with Stacey. “Sure, just let me change.”

Her gamine features took on a mischievous look. “No, let’s not change. It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s go out dressed as we are it’ll be fun!” And so that’s how I came to be hailing a cab on the busiest street in the city in a red suit and white beard, a knockout in an elf costume at my elbow.

Stacey and I cabbed down to the Bohemian part of town. We then walked up four flights of stairs to her friend Juliet’s apartment. “Juliet is great,” Stacey told me, gripping my arm. “You’ll love her!” When I was introduced to her, I got the distinct impression that I would indeed love her, for she was dressed only in a bra and panties. Mistletoe was hanging over the doorway, and before I could wish her a happy holiday, her tongue was foraging in my mouth and her hands were running up and down my back.

“Gee whiz, Santa, you’re some great kisser!” Juliet said. She was almost as attractive as Stacey, only Juliet was petite and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes. I then realized that there were two other guys in the apartment. I was introduced to Eddie, a scrawny young rock musician who had hair down to the middle of his back, and Carlos, a black artist who was at least six and a half feet tall. They were both shirtless and passing a bottle of spirits between them.

“It’s Kris Kringle!” Eddie shouted. “Hey, Santa, come on in! These babes could melt the fucking North Pole!”

I was led into the small apartment, which was made even more cramped by a six foot Christmas tree erected in the corner. I started to remove my false beard, but Juliet stopped me. She took me by the hand and led me to her bed. “Leave the beard on, Santa. This should feel very interesting.” With that she pulled down her panties, sat on the bed and spread her legs wide. “Come and eat, Santa,” she whispered.

I looked around and noticed that this brazen action had not shocked any of the others in the slightest. Stacey was sitting between Eddie and Carlos on the couch. Each of the guys had their hand on a tit, and her hands were busy massaging their growing cocks. I was mesmerized by this, for I had never seen people having sex before, but my reverie was broken by the insistent Juliet, who pulled me down into her seaming nest.

Juliet’s cunt was pearly with dew, her coral pink lips parting to reveal a slick tunnel into which I inserted my tongue with fervor. She began to laugh and squirm, saying that my beard tickled her. I kept up my oral assault on her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit in a rapid buzz saw motion that made her howl. Her legs clamped around my head tightly.

When I looked up, my Santa’s beard wet with Juliet’s cunt juice, I saw that Stacey was now completely naked and on her knees. Carlos was feeding her his big black cock, and Eddie was giving it to her good from behind, slamming his long, skinny cock into her pussy. This vision made my cock quadruple in size, and it stuck out straight in front of me, creating a tent in my red pants. Juliet nestled close to me, her hand reaching beneath my big black belt. “Looks like old St. Nick is really turned on something fierce,” she whispered in my ear. She then pulled me onto my back on the bed and slid my pants down to my knees. Then she pulled down my underwear. My cock danced in delight, yearning for her touch.

As Juliet took my hardness between her lips, I carefully peeled off my beard and felt her work her magic. Across the way, the beautiful Stacey was getting fucked hard in both ends. She was really going to town on Carlos, sucking his cock like a madwoman. The loud slurping noises were a perfect accompaniment to the Christmas carols emanating from the radio. Eddie, meanwhile, was fucking Stacey’s pussy with increasing vigor, finally pulling out and spewing his seed all over her succulent asscheeks.

I then concentrated on the exquisite blowjob I was receiving from Juliet. She had a way of using her teeth on the underside of my shaft that nearly blew the top of my skull off. As I watched her pretty face bobbing up and down on my cock, I couldn’t contain myself and shot stream after stream of come down her throat. She collected some of it in her mouth and let it run down the length of my cock then she licked it back up again.

All of a sudden Carlos cried out, and I looked up in time to see him dousing Stacey’s face with a load of semen. Now that everyone had had a wonderful orgasm, we toasted the holiday and swapped stories about Christmases past. At one point Stacey, still naked, clambered over to me and sat in my lap. “You know, Nick, all the time we’ve been working together I wanted to do this, to sit in your lap and tell you what I wanted for Christmas.”

“And what’s that?” I said softly.

“I want your big cock in my pussy,” she whispered, licking my ear.

“Well, checking my list, I see you’ve been a very good little girl, Stacey,” I said. “I think Santa can arrange to give you the present you want.”

The next thing I knew, Stacey was on her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy gaping. I discarded my pants and crawled on top of her, impaling her with one swift motion of my cock.

Juliet, Eddie and Carlos watched for a while, cheering and clapping as I drove my cock into Stacey with unbridled enthusiasm. Then their cries fell silent, until they were replaced by a scream from Juliet. I looked around and, much to my amazement, found her astride Carlos, his ebony sword buried to the hilt in her pussy. Eddie, kneeling beside her, was shoving his prick into her ass.

“Juliet has one cock in her pussy and another in her ass,” I told Stacey, who groaned upon hearing it.

“I gotta see this,” she said. So we repositioned ourselves so Stacey was on all fours. I fucked her doggy style as we watched the action across the way. Juliet seemed to be losing her mind as she moaned incoherently. The boys kept up an alternating rhythm of thrusts in and out of her.

My cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it kept ramming in and out o Stacey. When I came I thought I would have a heart attack, and my cock convulsed endlessly inside Stacey’s gripping pussy.

Stacey and I then caressed and kissed each other as Eddie and Carlos finished with Juliet. They each came on her pale white skin, and she collapsed on the floor, barely able to move. Stacey got down beside her and began to kiss her gently on the lips and face and urged all us guys to join in. We did, delicately applying our lips and fingertips to her limp form, bringing her down easy form her mind blowing orgasm.

The evening wore on in a seemingly never ending panorama of sexual delights. Stacey said that she wanted what Juliet had gotten, only that she wanted all three guys at once. Eddie shoved his dick in her mouth, Carlos filled her pussy and I got to sample ass fucking for the first time. After Stacey came several times and each of us men came inside her, she was about as worn out as Juliet, and the two ladies lay in each other’s arms on the bed.

Carlos went to sleep also, and I was ready to leave when Eddie stopped me and invited me to crash for the night. Well, one thing led to another and before I realized it, Eddie had my revived cock in his mouth. He sucked me as well as any woman, and as I stood there, my cock in a guy’s mouth, the only illumination in the room coming from the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, I marveled at the twists and turns of fortune. I blew my fourth load of the evening in Eddie’s mouth, and he swallowed every drop.

I passed out after that. I was awakened sometime before dawn of Christmas morning by Stacey, who cried out, “Hey, everybody, it’s snowing!” She pulled me to my feet and led me out to the fire escape to watch the snow softly blanket the city streets. She was only wearing a robe, and I was only in my red Santa jacket. I held her in my arms, her head burrowing into the softness of my coat. “Merry Christmas,” she said to me, her hand caressing my tender yet still eager cock. The only words I could form were, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

Mr. N.K., New York

HIGH HEELED FOXES, ONE AND ALL

Posted on June 24, 2010 by The Editors

My wife is blonde with brown eyes and a very shapely figure. When we go out in public, she always turns heads. I love it when she puts on a red and white striped half shirt and a white cotton mini, with suspenders to accent the size and shape of her breasts. All this is topped off with a shiny pair of ankle strap spike heels. Seeing her like this is enough to drive me nuts.

To capture the moment and present it forever, I wanted to take some pictures of Rona in her super sexy outfits. I’m in the service, and I figured these pictures would come in useful during long periods away from home.

I asked her what she though, and she said great. It was fantastic, and we never left home that night. She kept coming out of the bedroom looking hotter and hotter. My cock stayed rock hard for two hours as she teased me through the lens of my camera. Occasionally she would pull down my shorts and take my cock in her mouth. Seeing her eyes looking up at me and those glossy red lips wrapped around my shaft made me weak all over. But she was careful not to let me come.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, so when she left to change for the last time, I slipped into a pair of her high cut panties and then put on my jeans. And I had another shock for her. I told Rona of my fantasy of wearing spike heels. When I didn’t get a strong negative reaction from her, I went out and purchased a pair, stashing them in the closet until the proper time came to slip them on.

Rona called out that she was ready. I knew her outfit would be the best yet and I was not disappointed! Clad in a white lace corset, garter belt with stockings and a pair of light pink five inch spike heels, she was a sight to behold. I almost came in my pants. Then she got hers. Rona saw me standing in front of her in my heels, and she was silent for what seemed forever. Then she got this look in her eyes that I had never seen before. She stepped in front of me, looked me in the eyes and said, “I want your cock inside me. Now.”

My wife knelt in front of me and undid my pants. When she saw the lace panties straining to contain my dick, she stood up and told me to go into the bedroom and look in the full length mirror. All the while, she was rubbing my prick enough to keep me in a trancelike state of mind. When I stepped in front of the full length mirror, I took in this amazing sight. I turned to see the camera in my wife’s hands. In a melting hot voice she told me, “Come here, babe.” As I stood in front of her, she leaned into me and kissed me. The feel of her lipstick sent chills up my spine.

The last pictures Rona took were of me in heels, stroking my cock. After the last shot, Rona said she was so hot, she was ready to come in her panties and claw the walls.

Mr. O.Y., Alabama

NEW BRIDE’S BEDROOM ATTIRE MAKES HUBBY ONE HAPPY FELLA

Posted on June 23, 2010 by The Editors

When I married her, Jennifer was not a virgin. A fact of life, I admit, that clawed at my very soul. Call my attitude sexist, but all my life I wanted to marry a girl who was untouched. But love, as anyone who has it will attest, is serendipitous. You don’t find it, it finds you.

Jennifer and I met at a grocery store. She had picked a melon from the bottom of a produce pile, causing a veritable melon avalanche, and I, chivalric and standing nearby, helped contain the mishap. Our eyes met, she smiled, and that was all I needed.

We dated for one month before we chose to tie the knot. Our friends, of course, questioned our steadfast approach, but we would hear none of it. Love is a drug, and we were addicted.

I was soon to find in my marriage that all my concerns about Jennifer’s lost virginity were simply absurd. I overcame my anxiety I had about this matter, and Jennifer was quick to show me that over the years she had acquired both a ferocious zeal and a rather adroit skill in the art of sex.

In particular, it was her choice of bedroom attire that made our sexual experiences so fulfilling. Jennifer, I discovered, was something of an autodidactic in the sexual arena and had, over a period of years, acquired a kind of wisdom about how to please a man while pleasuring herself. Jennifer subscribed to a number of upscale lingerie catalogues and had built a rather extensive collection of exotic and highly erotic satin and lace. In fact, I was quick to notice that Jennifer had a hint of her lingerie always on display, whether it was a pretty pink lace belt or a simple strand of satin wrapped around a wrist or her neck. And in the bedroom, she made every evening a heavenly dream.

Take our wedding night. We had had a rather simple ceremony with just a few close friends and relatives. After a light bite and a cordial gathering, Jennifer and I hopped back to our apartment where we were to pack and ready ourselves for a two week honeymoon in San Francisco and Seattle. I had already jumped into the sack when Jennifer opened the bathroom door. She coolly turned the dimmer and subdued the lighting to a romantic glow.

She stood across the room wearing a sexy white satin merry widow with exquisite lace worked into it. She wore a matching set of garters and sheer white hose. A pair of sheer satin panties revealed that sweet crop of pubic fluff between her luscious thighs. She was a vision from above, and my cock was fully erect and pulsing lustfully within seconds.

Slowly my new bride sauntered across the room. All I could think about was how much I loved this beautiful woman, how delicious her pussy was going to taste, how tight she was gong to be, how memorable my honeymoon was going to be.

With the elegance and grace of a jungle cat, she slithered onto the bed, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. She had dabbed some perfume on her glowing flesh and, as she crawled nearer to me, I quickly became intoxicated with her sweet, sensual aroma.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered in the dark, her blue eyes sparkling in the silence of what was becoming a veritable lair. “I’m gonna fuck my man,” she purred. “And then my man’s gonna fuck me hard and fast.” Never in my life had I been seduced by a woman, never mind a woman as gorgeous as Jennifer. And now she was my wife, till death do us part, in sickness and in health. Forever and ever. Amen. God, was my cock hard!

With the skill and tact of a pro, Jennifer slid my shorts over my hips, exposing my stiff cock, freeing it from the confines of my crotch.

“Your cock looks so good,” she whispered. She lowered her head, scooping my meat up with her lips, and took me in her hot, wet mouth.

As my body filled with hot sensations, I couldn’t help but think about how silly I had been to want my wife to be pure. For it was experience that allowed her to be so extraordinarily sexy and so knowledgeable about getting me off and making me smile.

Before long Jennifer had slipped out of her tiny wet panties and straddled my face in a knowing sixty nine position. I licked the oozing nectar from her inviting pink lips, teasing her clit and fingering her to a gut wrenching orgasm. The sensation of bringing my new bride to orgasm with the flick of my tongue, feeling her body shudder from the core, was so phenomenally arousing that I too came, spewing my hot seed into her mouth. Jennifer was no amateur here, either, keeping my cock in her throat until she had sucked all the come from my balls, sending me into orbit.

For the next two weeks, every night Jennifer presented me with a new treat, whether it was her powder blue teddy and matching cotton anklets, her lacy camisole and spandex panties or her elegant and sexy silk slip the color of emeralds.

In addition to her terrific evening attire, Jennifer also had a way with words and knew enough to take charge of the sex one night and be submissive the next. I never quite knew which it was going to be, but it was always worth the wait.

Jennifer and I have now been married for just over two years, and, I’m happy to report, she continues to dress in her elegant and sexually provocative bedroom wardrobe. Our nights, and yes, often our days are filled with exuberance and passion.

Why, just last night, after a quick workout in the basement, I came out of the shower to be greeted by my pretty little blue eyed wife lying back on the bed against a stack of pillows and wearing her beautiful black satin and lace t shirt, a G string, an elegant pair of black stockings and garters and her best patent leather fuck me pumps.

The very sight of her made my cock spring to attention, causing the towel wrapped around my waist to fall to the floor.

“Oooh,” she cooed with her sexy grin. “That’s one might big cock my hubby has. Come to Jenny. Let Jenny fuck you dry.”

And fuck me dry she did, letting me come all over her velvety thighs and belly and smear the semen on her silk covered legs.

Mr. J.K., New Jersey

GETTING CARRIED AWAY BY CARRIE

Posted on June 22, 2010 by The Editors

My fun loving wife, Carrie, is full of surprises. I sometimes think she lives for those moments when I am rendered speechless by one of her bold displays or shocking revelations. But as these surprises always revolve around sex and always cause my cock to stiffen, I don’t ever complain. In fact, it is my fervent hope that she will continue to make the most of her erotic imagination well into our golden years.

Not long ago, as we lay together in bed, with Carrie lazily fondling my cock and balls, she said, out of the blue, “Did I ever tell you about the time I sneaked into the men’s locker room at college and let six hunky wrestlers fuck me?” Now, my wife is almost annoyingly honest, so I knew she wasn’t making this up. I also knew that this story would top the one she had told me about getting anally deflowered by her superintendent on the roof of her apartment building, where she had gone to sunbathe. Carrie related the event, leaving out not one juicy detail, and then we fucked our brains out.

Then there was the snowy night last December when we went out in search of a Christmas tree. Carrie, informing me that the scent of pine was driving her wild, insisted on blowing me behind a Norwegian spruce. Then, when I was ready to shoot, she aimed my spurting cock at several branches of the tree. It was never too early to decorate a Christmas tree, she told me later.

Lately Carrie has gotten into surprising me with a dizzying assortment of lingerie guaranteed to stiffen the most overworked cock. And these surprises are turning out to be the best yet. Somewhere in the house she’s hidden a mail order catalogue from which she orders all her erotic apparel. She doesn’t want me to see it, she says, because she wants to be able to continue to surprise me.

It was about a month ago, on a Saturday morning, that I first saw Carrie in one of her little nothings. I awoke late, as is my custom on the weekends, and stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee. And there she was, standing at the sink in a pair of lacy red crotchless panties and nothing else. As my eyes widened, my cock swelled. “I guess I don’t have to ask you if you like them,” my wife said with a smile.

With my cock pointing the way, I stepped toward Carrie, only to be stopped halfway there. “Nope, no now,” she said. “I want you to fully appreciate my new panties…all day.” True to her word, Carrie kept me at bay all day as she did some household chores: vacuuming, dusting and the like. As it rained all day, there was no escape from this sweet torment. Even when I went down to the basement, she followed me, hauling herself up onto my workbench and sitting there with her knees tucked up under her chin as I struggled in vain to tear my eyes away from her oh so temptingly exposed furry crotch.

It wasn’t until bedtime that she invited me to peel down her sexy undies and fuck her. Fuck her I did, but I had her keep the panties on. And before sinking my cock in the butter soft cover of her sweet pussy, I plastered my face to it and ate her to two strong orgasms. Naturally, having been kept aroused all day, I wasn’t able to hold out for long the first time. The second and third time we screwed was a different story.

The following Friday night when I came home from work, my wife greeted me at the door all in virgin white: white stockings, white garter belt, lacy white panties and matching bra with silver dollar sized cutouts to give an enticing view of her areolas and pointy pink nipples and white shoes. She ate dinner like that, sitting across from me and every so often pinching her exposed nipples while smiling coyly. No sooner had the table been cleared than I put my wife on it and screwed her like a wild man.

Several days later, it was a new pair of panties that tantalized me. This pair had no back, so that every time Carrie turned away from me or bent over, both of which she did often, I was treated to the exquisite sight of twin hillocks of creamy smooth flesh beautifully framed by panties. There was method to this particular madness, I reasoned, and I was right. Carried wanted it anally that night, and I was only too happy to oblige. Of course, I made her keep those bottomless panties on while I drilled deep into the cloying confines of her rear passage.

After that there was the black corset and black stockings then the pretty pink peignoir and matching panties then the blue silk lounging pajamas, which Carrie wore one half at a time, either the top or the bottoms, allowing me the sight of her jiggling breasts or her luscious bottom and furry blonde pussy as she pranced around the house. Even after four years of marriage, my wife bare assed naked was a thrill, but seeing her in all these provocative underthings was even more lust provoking.

Eventually it occurred to me that two could play this delightful game, and I spent several days in serious search of Carrie’s mail order catalogue. I figured they’d have erotic attire for men as well as women. Unable to locate the catalogue, I went to a sex boutique in New York City and found just what I wanted. I waited until the weekend to spring it on Carrie, because I wanted her to “suffer” all day, as she had made me do with those crotchless panties. So Saturday morning I sauntered into the kitchen wearing a leather thong and pouch nothing else. My wife took one look and gasped, then started toward me with one hand outstretched. “No touching till later,” I said, grinning, as I stepped to the stove and poured some coffee. I like sugar in mine.

Carrie followed me around most of the day, murmuring things like “That is so fucking hot,” and “That big bulge begged to be touched,” and “God, I just want to swallow the whole thing.” Also, she tried breaking down my resistance, promising all sorts of lewd and naughty favors if I’d relent and let her suck me off. But I held out, although it was far from easy. I knew that the leather thong, which ran up the crack of my ass and around my waist, and the pouch, which hotly hugged my cock and balls, looked damn sexy and was keeping Carrie in very wet panties. Just what I wanted.

That night in our bedroom, Carrie went a little crazy, attacking my cock and balls with sluttish abandon. First, though, she teased herself, sinking to her knees and then, ever so slowly, peeling down the thong to expose my genitals. My cock, not unexpectedly, sprang to attention, free at last from its cozy confines. But a moment later it was confined again, this time in my wife’s sucking, slurping mouth. Never before had Carrie given me such a sloppy, sexy blowjob, her frenzied licking and sucking interrupted only by tiny grunts and growls of lust. “I want it all, everything,” she rasped at one point. And for the first time ever, she swallowed me, little gurgling sounds coming from her throat as my cock filled it.

The sight of Carrie with her mouth chock full of cock, my pubic hair tickling her nostrils, was the catalyst for my release. Growling, I grabbed her head and held it in place as I started shooting great globs of semen down her pretty throat. Carrie took it all, and when I was done coming, she lovingly licked me clean. “Next time,” she said, “warn me before you wear that thing, will you? Or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

My wife continues to surprise me with sexy lingerie, occasionally decking herself out in a costume to play a particular role. Her harem girl last week blew me away. As for me, well, I’m not that imaginative. Actually, I don’t have to be. All I have to do is put on the leather thong, or a tattered t shirt and bikini briefs, which according to Carrie make me look “so o o rough and mean,” and my pretty little wife turns into a lust charged, God I need to be fucked so bad female. Although one of these days, I might just decide to dress up like a biker. That would probably give her a surprise.

Mr. O.T., New Jersey

LUSTY COUPLE WAKE UP THEIR SHY NEIGHBOR’S SLUMBERING LIBIDO

Posted on June 14, 2010 by The Editors

Suellen, my wife, talked me into it, overcoming any objections I might have had with some pertinent observations. “She’s pretty lonely,” Suellen said. “I hear her sometimes when she comes home in the morning. She showers, then goes to bed, and some mornings when I’m dressing for work I can hear her in bed, masturbating herself to sleep. She’s pretty noisy when she comes.”

My wife was talking about Gilda, our next door neighbor of six months. She is a nurse in the hospital on the base where I am a military policeman. We worked the same shifts and alternated driving each other to work. She was a brand new second lieutenant with a shy, wholesome, farm girl sort of prettiness. “She’s a good person,” Suellen was saying, “and I like her enough to want to share something special with her. She needs a man why shouldn’t she share mine?”

My expression must have conveyed my surprise at the suggestion. “You’re turned on by the idea, aren’t you?” Suellen teased. “I bet you’ve wanted to get into her pants too, haven’t you? Come on, fess up!” I smiled. I never could hide anything from my wife.

I thought about a threesome with Gilda and my wife all night while on duty, and by the time I picked Gilda up at the post hospital that next morning, I was decided. “Now that we’re both off for three days,” I said, “how about some dinner tonight with Suellen and me? I’m fixing my famous teriyaki chicken.” She smiled and said yes. “We can watch some videos after dinner, too.” I suggested Gilda stop by around seven as we entered our respective apartments.

It was Saturday morning, so after I shaved and showered, I slid into bed next to Suellen. We both heard bedsprings squeaking as Gilda got into bed next door. Then, after a short silence, we heard faint moans that became louder cries as she pleasured herself. My cock throbbed into hardness and poked my wife’s belly. She grinned, fisted it and moved it to her wet furrow.

“Wonder what she does?” Suellen whispered, wantonly guiding me inside her as we listened to our shy, sweet neighbor reaching for the first of what ended up being several orgasms.

That evening I fired up the hibachi. Gilda walked in at seven, wearing a simple blue blouse and denim skirt, her sorrel hair falling around her shoulders. She’d applied makeup, and the woman my wife and I saw was totally different from the nurse I knew on post. She looked and smelled fantastic.

We drank a bottle of sake with dinner, then got comfortable on the living room couch. I pushed the remote control to start the VCR. Suellen had chosen Marilyn Chambers’ Insatiable from our collection of x rated videos, thinking it would set the perfect mood. Gilda sat between us, and the film began with the star in bed, pleasuring herself. I stole a glance at Gilda as she watched Marilyn teasing her nipples Gilda’s own nipples visibly hardened inside her blue pastel stretch bra.

“Wow,” she said softly. “You don’t see this in Kansas!” She squirmed between us and smoothed back her hair. Suellen licked her lips and gave me a wicked, conspiratorial smile. I sensed that whatever happened, my wife was the most likely to initiate it.

Soon we were watching the famous “pool table” scene. Suellen slid her hand onto my crotch, closed it around my cock and squeezed, smiling her mock innocent smile as she nudged Gilda. “You know,” she whispered, “later on I’m gonna jump this guy’s bones. This scene always makes me want to do that. You got a special guy?”

Gilda shook her head, eyes riveted to the screen as the scene unfolded. I could feel Suellen closing in on her, and I knew she felt it too. Suellen let go of me, leaned over and whispered into Gilda’s ear, “You can stay and watch join in if you want. That’d be better than going back to your place and making love to yourself while you listen to us.”

Gilda sucked in a quick breath and turned to look at Suellen. She didn’t resist when my wife kissed her on the cheek, then the lips, stroking her face, her hair. Suellen broke the kiss and Gilda turned to me, offering me her lips as she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I slipped my hand into her blouse, feeling her erect nipples against my palm. We broke the kiss. “I’ve never done this before,” she breathed.

“That’s okay,” Suellen whispered behind her. “Honey,” she said to me, “make love to her, right here, right now. I want to watch you do her!”

I took Gilda’s glasses off, put them on the end table and kissed her again, a long, deep kiss. I unbuttoned her blouse and skirt while I kissed her, and Sullen whispered, “God, she’s so wet!” I glanced down and saw my wife’s hand up Gilda’s skirt, cupping her pussy through the pastel blue panties. Her bra had a hook in the front, and her small, pretty tits sprang free when I undid it. “Yesss,” Gilda hissed hotly. “Suck ‘em, suck ‘em harder!”

I took one in my mouth, and out of the corner of my eye, I detected Suellen’s glossy lips closing around the other. She had a hand inside her unzipped jeans and was rubbing herself as she helped me pleasure our guest. I moved my hand down to Gilda’s pussy and began to pull her panties off, noticing how wet the crotch was as she raised her hips to help me. The movie had raised her arousal to an incredible level, just as we’d thought it might, and as she kicked her panties away, I touched her bare pussy and she cried out, humping against my fingers as she came.

Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as she shuddered between us. “Oh, ohhh,” Suellen moaned, still sucking Gilda’s nipple as she too reached orgasm. And then the two women lay back on the couch, panting. “God,” Gilda sighed, “that was beautiful.”

“Let’s get a little more comfortable,” I said, leading Gilda and Suellen into the bedroom. Suellen gently sat Gilda on our bed, and the two of us stripped in front of her, bathed in the moonlight that streamed through the unshaded window. Gilda watched wide eyed as my cock sprang from my briefs, bouncing in front of her face. I lay down on my back and she followed me onto the bed, licking her full lips. “I hear Suellen sucking on you all the time,” she said hotly. “Now it’s my turn!” She opened her mouth wide and swooped down on me, wet, velvety heat enveloping my erection. She moaned around my aroused member as her head bobbed up and down like a yo yo.

Gilda sucked beautifully for a wholesome, God fearing Kansas farm girl. Her soft fist rubbed up and down my cock while she tongued the sensitive spot under the head, raking gently with her teeth on ever down stroke. She moaned a Suellen got behind her and began rubbing her pussy. Soon I was moaning, shooting long hot ribbons of semen into Gilda’s sucking, swallowing mouth. She raised her head and cried out as Suellen’s rubbing hand sent her over the edge again.

Suellen put a pillow under Gilda as I knelt on the carpet and pulled her hips toward me. The moonlight streamed over my shoulder and illuminated the beautiful sorrel curls surrounding her swollen pink labia and her clit thrusting boldly from its hood. Before I lowered my lips to Gilda’s flowing pussy, I saw Suellen climb onto the bed next to her and begin tonguing Gilda’s nipples. She, in turn, reached out to claim my wife’s pussy, stroking it gently as I began to lick the honey from her own.

Gilda had a wholesome, well scrubbed smell and taste, and I licked lustily. I drove my tongue deep into Gilda’s pussy as she whimpered and rubbed it against my face. Soon I was relentlessly tongue whipping her clit.

“Yesss, oh, suck it for me!” she shrieked, her hips bouncing so furiously I could hardly hold her still. “Yes, right there, right there!” I heard Suellen cry as Gilda masturbated her. Then, with Suellen once again sucking her nipples, Gilda uttered one long, continuous cry, closing her thighs tightly around my head. The fingers of her free hand slipped into my hair, grabbing and squeezing. Her hips bounced and jerked as her orgasm swept over her.

Suellen cried out and I knew she was coming, too. I kept tonguing Gilda’s clit until she relaxed her vise like grip on me and then moved away. The two women lay there panting as I stood looking down at them. Gilda opened her eyes and said, “I want you inside me.”

I guided Gilda onto all fours and got on my knees behind her as Suellen watched, wantonly stroking her pussy. “Do it to her, Max,” she said. “Fuck her.”

It was almost an order, and I rushed to comply out of my own desire. I rubbed the head of my cock against Gilda’s swollen labia, teasing her clit with it, making her squirm. And then I slipped the head in and she shoved back as I thrust forward, burying myself inside her. “Oh, so good,” she crooned happily as I started thrusting into her wet, clasping heat. My wife watched, savoring the sight, and then her hands went behind Gilda’s head, fingers interlocking as she gently urged her head down. Gilda needed no real prompting. She wrapped her arms around Suellen’s thighs and lowered her lips into her hungry pussy. My wife’s mouth dropped open and she started rocking her hips up against Gilda’s sucking mouth.

Gilda screamed into Suellen’s pussy as she came, and I kept stroking her as her pussy convulsed around me. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass around my pounding loins and humped faster, with everything I had. Gilda cried out again as Suellen jerked under her mouth. Suellen could only scream into a pillow as Gilda’s sucking mouth brought her off again.

Gilda came yet again, making the same cries we would always hear through the bedroom wall just before she stopped masturbating and dropped off to sleep. I pulled out of her, still hard, as her spasms subsided, and she slumped into Suellen. I pulled her around onto all fours again. She saw my cock, which was still hard and glistening with her pussy honey, and knew what I wanted. Her eyes closed as she took the head in her mouth, accepting my final load of semen as it spurted from me.

I didn’t hear her swallow it as we lay down, and as I reached to pull the sheet over the three of us, Gilda pulled Suellen close and put her lips to me wife’s. Their lips parted and I sensed, rather than knew, that my wife was accepting the come that Gilda had sucked from me. Both women swallowed as they drew apart. I knew then that this wouldn’t be the last time we three got together.

“Thanks for sharing,” Gilda said. “You’re wonderful friends.”

Mr. M.F., Texas

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