Short Stories

[Glen2712]

I woke up with a start to...

I woke up with a start to-nothing! Pitch-black darkness. An eerie silence, except for the insistent throbbing of the blood vessels inside my own head. I looked around, trying to make out my surroundings. Nothing. The muscles in my arms and legs ached. I tried to rub them, and that's when I realized I was strapped naked, immobile, to a bed. What the fuck?! Think, buster! Dammit! Think! My mind was a blur, a haze. It was coming back to me. World Cup Sunday at the local sports bar. Beers for breakfast. Then the televised match began. I'm a second-generation Italian-American, so you know who the hell I was rooting for in a sea of hot chicks.

When Italy beat France-on penalty kicks after 120 minutes produced only a tie on the pitch and excessive imbibing by every patron-it was like I could have my pick of dames. I chose the busty Carmen Electra lookalike packed into a blue "ITALIA" T-shirt, who insisted on buying us shot after shot to celebrate. My tongue felt like it was growing mothballs. I heard the door crack open. A sliver of light. I strained my arms and legs again to no avail, but for some reason I wasn't panicking. I was forgetting something about yesterday-or was it just earlier this afternoon?

The door closed, and darkness returned, but not before I could make out lush curves, long hair…the Italian babe! It had to be. Apparently, my dick remembered everything. It stiffened immediately. I was half-hard by the time the hottie made it to the bed and fully erect by the time I felt her fiery breath move up and down my shaft and caress my ball sac. Without sight and freedom of movement, every sensation seemed heightened.

Now some kind of soft bristles were grazing my prick cap, brushing up and down and around, over my nuts and back to tickle my starfish. Fuck, that felt good! A clearer picture filtered through my brain fog. "Carmen" and I had ended up at her place, downing champagne and engaging in foreplay chatter. You know, the wildest thing you've ever done, things you've never done, things you'd like to do. And then-I don't know-I must have passed out cold. The bristles-a paintbrush maybe?-were soon replaced by strands of long hair, swishing back and forth over my privates.

The doll straddled me and, starting at my forehead, moved slowly down my body. Waves of silky locks tickled my nose-the girl smelled like strawberries-and teased my nipples tight. Her hair caressed my belly, my throbber, my legs-all the way to the soles of my feet. One by one she sucked my toes into her mouth, then licked both arches. Oh, God! My pecker reached for the ceiling. I guess, drunk, I must have mentioned the bondage fantasy I'd nursed since my freshman year in college. Mmmmmm, it was way better than I'd dreamed. Ms. Italia had discovered erogenous zones I'd never known existed! I didn't dare speak for fear of breaking the spell. Instead, I tried to push my hips off the mattress, silently begging.

The invisible vamp kissed her way up my legs, pausing to tongue the back of each knee. Finally, I felt her hot breath on my cock again. Please, please suck it! She did, her lips inching lower and lower till they were buried in my pubes. Over and over, her tongue slapped around my shaft; then her teeth nibbled my mushroom. It was like I had never truly experienced a blowjob before. As she hoovered me into her clutching throat, sharp fingernails skimmed my scrotum and traced circles around my anus.

My whole world was centered on the jezebel's expert mouth. I was about to come, and then she suddenly stopped, climbed off me and left the room. Fuck! Five minutes later-I was literally counting the seconds-the light came on, and I got to watch the busty chick (sans the "ITALIA" shirt and panties) straddle my pulsing fuck-stick.

Soon her shaved pussy slipped over the crown, easing me into her warm, wet, heavenly confines. I wanted to fuck the bitch forever, but I knew there was no way I could last. An intense heat radiated from just behind my nuts through my entire body, my entire being. I could feel the jizz blast up my shaft into the lovely soccer fan's clenching cunt. Go, Italy!

[Glen2712]

I was Onstage

I was onstage, shaking my tush to “Erotic City,” when I first noticed him. Tall, dark and handsome. Nice build too. Definitely not the usual customer in this strip mall strip club. He took a seat at the pussy bar just as Tony, one of my regulars, was pressing his face into my heinie.

Tony genuinely loved to sniff my rosebud, and he paid well for the privilege. So, hey, no complaints, right? With Tony’s crisp $20 bill tucked under my G-string, I swiveled my hips over to Mr. Tall and Dark. His sky-blue eyes locked onto my cleavage, and I shook my 36Cs and teased my bra straps down my shoulders. He looked suitably impressed, his mouth dropping slightly open, and that made my clit tingle.

See, unlike most of my co-workers, I fuckin’ love my job. I crave the attention and the spotlights, the throbbing music. Love all those eyes roaming over my fine body. It makes me feel desirable, powerful—mmm, hot. There are nights I climax dancing, and the pussy jizz streams down my thighs. Special customers get to swipe juice up with their fingers and taste me. I taste myself. But back to what I was saying: Money, excitement, power—what’s not to love about this job? Seldom, however, do I cross the line and fuck a customer.

Gazing at this stranger, I had a feeling that tonight I was going to make an exception. I thought about the size and shape of his cock as I sank into the splits in front of him. With a slightly crooked, very sexy smile, he fished a 50 out of his sport coat. Before he could hand it to me politely, I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand—and Mr. Grant—under my G-string. I gasped when his fingertips brushed my slit. My nips hardened into tight titty buttons. Leaning over, I whispered, “Stick around, handsome. You won’t be sorry.”

Then I sprang to my feet, got butt naked and fucked the pole, performing every nasty move I knew to give the crowd—especially Handsome—a big, fat boner. By the time I left that stage, I was so horny, I had to take the edge off by fucking an empty champagne bottle in the dressing room. Good, but no substitute for the real thing. I proceeded to go looking for it. Handsome had moved to a booth—smart man. I took his hand and led him to a secluded spot.

En route I slipped Freddy, the bouncer, a healthy tip to make sure we wouldn’t be disturbed. I wasn’t planning to charge my new friend, but when he held up two C- notes, well, I took ’em. (There was this pair of Jimmy Choos I’d been eyeing all week.) Then I asked him what he’d like. Handsome told me that I bore a striking resemblance to his rich, frigid, no-blowjobs-or-anal, missionary-only-once-a-week wife. He wanted to call me Irene.

Whatever. I kind of felt sorry for the man, and right then and there I promised myself to give him the best blowjob and butt-fuck of his entire life. First things first. Pushing Handsome back onto the couch, I quickly stripped off his pants and briefs. He had nice, tight balls and a pretty cock. My tongue traced figure eights over his nut sac, swirled up and down and around his shaft. Lifting his thighs over my shoulders, I tongue-dicked his anus, jamming my taster in as far as I could.

Soon he was moaning, “Fuck, Irene! Irene, fuck!” When I finally swallowed his prod, the fella acted like he’d never been sucked off before, bucking his hips off the sofa, dicking my throat. I pulled back before he could come and squeezed the base of his slammer as I dribbled saliva all over the crown. Then I turned around and sat my ass down on that fat throbber. It was the biggest dick I’d ever taken back there. My dirt chute felt so full, so good. He reached around to twist my nipples as I rode his log.

When two of his fingers pinched my clit, that was all she wrote. I was coming. I squeezed my butt chute tight around his rod, and then he was blasting too. Spraying my pooper with semen, he cried, “Irene, Irene.” When all was said and done, Handsome even tipped me an extra hundred. Like I said: Money, excitement, power—what’s not to love?

[Glen2712]

Broken Vinyl

At about 6 p.m. I unlocked the door to my bachelor pad. Broken CDs littered the carpet and oh, no, what the fuck?! Not my Japanese vinyl! I picked up one of the LPs, a rare R.E.M. Dazed, I followed the path of destruction through the living room and down the hall. It stopped at the bedroom door. Hesitantly, I peered inside.

Squatting on the bed was my new girlfriend, Elise, wearing bobby socks, a plaid miniskirt and white-cotton panties that barely covered the moons of her ass. Beside her lay a small paddle, and I discerned a dark, wet spot at her crotch. I would have smiled if I hadn?t been so fuckin? pissed. Elise didn?t move, didn?t look at me. Her face was turned to the wall as she murmured in a soft, childish voice: 'I've been so bad, Michael. Punish me!' My shooter twitched in my jeans. Had she run across my secret stash of kinky pornography, or was this her thing? It didn't much matter.

Moving to the bed, I traced a finger along the edge of her panties. Mmmmm. Elise had shaved her slit, making it smooth as silk. Unbuttoning my pants, I relieved the pressure on my pulsing hard-on. I was still carrying a broken record, and I rolled the edge down the doll?s butt crack. (Have I mentioned that Elise is only 19?) The jagged vinyl snagged her undies, and I tugged them down her firm, round globes till they reached her knees. Sitting on the bed, I pushed two big pillows beneath Elise's hips, jackknifing her high in the air. Then, finally, I picked up the wooden paddle and tested it against my hand. Whack! Nice. My honey was old school. No foam rubber here, just wood. When Elise whimpered, 'Please'? I raised the paddle high in the air, took aim and smack right in the center of her superb, alabaster derriere. Instead of striking her again right away, I then teasingly rolled the wooden slab over her reddening tush.

Soon Elise was squirming and begging for more. Ten solid blows turned the babe's booty beet red. She was moaning and groaning and liking this a little too much. So I stopped and slowly undressed. I couldn't help but admire my new sweetheart's petite frame, particularly her thrashed backside. 'Naughty?bad? need to come,?' she mumbled desperately. And in a moment of sudden inspiration I picked up the paddle and jammed the handle up her tight quim. Elise?s body started trembling, her scarlet fanny beckoning. Leaning over, I tongued her bum and lapped as much clam juices as I could. Mmmm. Growing concrete hard, my fat fuckstick demanded immediate attention. So I straddled Elise's thighs and dick-spanked her heinie. She started coming again! I was liking this chick more and more all the time.

Before her climax ended, I yanked out the paddle handle and replaced it with my stiff cock. I've never felt a hotter twat in my whole life! As I boned her doggy-style, it felt like her pussy muscles were rippling up and down my shaft?squeezing, massaging. My ball sac was dripping wet. I tried to hold back, but this fuck was too damn good. Within three minutes or so, streams of nut juice sprayed Elise's cunt walls before I thought to pull out and paint her ass. Seeing lines of white jism crisscrossing her crimson keister kept me hard.

In fact, it got me all emotional. Taking her from behind, I wedged my pipe into her crack and whispered in her ear, 'Elise, I think I love you.' Giggling, Elise turned her head for a kiss. Then she rolled me over and swished her long chestnut mane over my nipples and down my belly before twining strands around my prick, like silk rope. Teasing my balls with her nimble fingers, the naughty tart yanked her makeshift noose tighter. Finally, Elise dipped her tongue into my piss slit, blew hot air over my pecker and whispered, 'I think I love you too.'

[Glen2712]

It All Started As A Game

It all started as a game—flashing truckers for fun. Driving home cross-country, it helped to ease the boredom brought on by endless, sleepy stretches of blacktop. Especially across Texas. I was zipping along at 70, 80 miles per hour, in cutoff shorts and a skimpy halter, me in my little Miata with the top down. It was hot. I was hot. It had been days since I’d been laid, and the vibration of the engine was beginning to get to me. It was making my pussy pulse.

So when the hook came loose on my halter—like the damn thing was always doing—well, I let the fabric slip down over my breasts, let the wind tease my fat nipples erect. God, it felt good! I had just lifted one hand from the wheel to twist a titty bud when an 18-wheeler practically side-swiped me onto the shoulder. Asshole! But when I looked up, the trucker was grinning and ogling my titties, reaching to blast his air horn. And I’ll admit, it thrilled me.

I felt my clit press against the seam in my shorts. Smiling, I hefted a jug to my lips for a quick lick, then sped off down the highway. The next rest stop found me masturbating frantically in a lavatory stall, three fingers jammed into my quim, a hairbrush handle up my tush. I thought about that rugged trucker pawing my body—imagined him slapping my big boobs with his dick. It took me less than two minutes to climax so hard, my thighs shook. After that I was hooked. Oh, I didn’t expose my ta-tas to every trucker. Like I said, I made a game of it. It was kind of arbitrary.

Day One I just flashed drivers in Peterbuilts. The next day I decided to only show my hooters to truckers with mustaches. ’Course, as it turns out, damn near every semi driver in the Lone Star State has a mustache, and by noon I was hotter than a five-alarm fire in July. So I pulled into a truckstop, anxious to frig off in the semi-privacy of a rest room stall. I was rushing past the lunch counter when a big hand reached out and grabbed my arm. It was a bear of a man I recognized from about ten miles back, a trucker with a mustache. I wasn’t really scared, just surprised. When he took my hand and pressed it against the crotch of his jeans—against the long, hard bulge running down one thigh—I heard a moan. It was mine. “You did this to me, you know,” the hunk stated matter-of-factly.

My fingertips continued exploring. God, he was thick. “You know, lady,” the feller drawled, “I’ve got me a bed in my rig.” Five minutes later we were on the bunk in his cab, his face in my ass. That trucker was an amazing man. I had expected him to be all take, but he turned out to be all give. Rimming, pussy-licking. The man feasted on my twat like it was his last meal on Earth, making it crystal clear that he relished the taste. Nothing like the college nerds I was used to, who licked a little obligatory pussy in exchange for a blowjob. And the way his bristly mustache grazed back and forth over my sensitive clit—mmmmm.

The marvelous trucker pushed two fingers in alongside his tongue, and I was coming. I was still coming when his cock slammed all the way into my fuck box and stayed there. The stud said he could feel my pussy clutch around his prod. He went on to tell me how sexy I was, how hot and hard I made his log. Then slowly he started moving. Cupping my butt cheeks in his palms, he fucked me with long, deep strokes. The smell of sex and sweat filled the cab, and it was powerfully erotic. The stranger—I never did catch his name—was so strong and muscular, so masculine.

My orgasms streamed together till I felt like a rag doll in his arms, all weak and wonderful. His lunges grew faster. He asked me if I wanted him to pull out so he could come on me. I managed, “No—no, please!” right before his fingers gripped my ass cheeks, crushing me to him as he filled my cunt with boiling jism. It was, without doubt, the best sex of my life. I lapped my lover clean and left that rig completely sated. In fact, I didn’t flash another trucker...till the next morning.

[Glen2712]

It All Started As A Game

It all started as a game—flashing truckers for fun. Driving home cross-country, it helped to ease the boredom brought on by endless, sleepy stretches of blacktop. Especially across Texas. I was zipping along at 70, 80 miles per hour, in cutoff shorts and a skimpy halter, me in my little Miata with the top down. It was hot. I was hot. It had been days since I’d been laid, and the vibration of the engine was beginning to get to me. It was making my pussy pulse.

So when the hook came loose on my halter—like the damn thing was always doing—well, I let the fabric slip down over my breasts, let the wind tease my fat nipples erect. God, it felt good! I had just lifted one hand from the wheel to twist a titty bud when an 18-wheeler practically side-swiped me onto the shoulder. Asshole! But when I looked up, the trucker was grinning and ogling my titties, reaching to blast his air horn. And I’ll admit, it thrilled me.

I felt my clit press against the seam in my shorts. Smiling, I hefted a jug to my lips for a quick lick, then sped off down the highway. The next rest stop found me masturbating frantically in a lavatory stall, three fingers jammed into my quim, a hairbrush handle up my tush. I thought about that rugged trucker pawing my body—imagined him slapping my big boobs with his dick. It took me less than two minutes to climax so hard, my thighs shook. After that I was hooked. Oh, I didn’t expose my ta-tas to every trucker. Like I said, I made a game of it. It was kind of arbitrary.

Day One I just flashed drivers in Peterbuilts. The next day I decided to only show my hooters to truckers with mustaches. ’Course, as it turns out, damn near every semi driver in the Lone Star State has a mustache, and by noon I was hotter than a five-alarm fire in July. So I pulled into a truckstop, anxious to frig off in the semi-privacy of a rest room stall. I was rushing past the lunch counter when a big hand reached out and grabbed my arm. It was a bear of a man I recognized from about ten miles back, a trucker with a mustache. I wasn’t really scared, just surprised. When he took my hand and pressed it against the crotch of his jeans—against the long, hard bulge running down one thigh—I heard a moan. It was mine. “You did this to me, you know,” the hunk stated matter-of-factly.

My fingertips continued exploring. God, he was thick. “You know, lady,” the feller drawled, “I’ve got me a bed in my rig.” Five minutes later we were on the bunk in his cab, his face in my ass. That trucker was an amazing man. I had expected him to be all take, but he turned out to be all give. Rimming, pussy-licking. The man feasted on my twat like it was his last meal on Earth, making it crystal clear that he relished the taste. Nothing like the college nerds I was used to, who licked a little obligatory pussy in exchange for a blowjob. And the way his bristly mustache grazed back and forth over my sensitive clit—mmmmm.

The marvelous trucker pushed two fingers in alongside his tongue, and I was coming. I was still coming when his cock slammed all the way into my fuck box and stayed there. The stud said he could feel my pussy clutch around his prod. He went on to tell me how sexy I was, how hot and hard I made his log. Then slowly he started moving. Cupping my butt cheeks in his palms, he fucked me with long, deep strokes. The smell of sex and sweat filled the cab, and it was powerfully erotic. The stranger—I never did catch his name—was so strong and muscular, so masculine.

My orgasms streamed together till I felt like a rag doll in his arms, all weak and wonderful. His lunges grew faster. He asked me if I wanted him to pull out so he could come on me. I managed, “No—no, please!” right before his fingers gripped my ass cheeks, crushing me to him as he filled my cunt with boiling jism. It was, without doubt, the best sex of my life. I lapped my lover clean and left that rig completely sated. In fact, I didn’t flash another trucker...till the next morning.

[Glen2712]

Threeway Tit For Tat

Two big, fat, throbbing dicks--one pushing slowly to the back of my throat, the other stuffing my slit. Or maybe one thick slammer jamming my tight quim, and the other--not so big--spanking my ass before plugging my shitpit. Or, wait! Perhaps one cock could slide through my cleavage while I jacked a second one off with my feet? My tits are huge!

The possibilities were endless. For months it was all I could think about. I wanted--no, I needed--to be fucked by two men at once. I couldn't live without a threesome.

There was only one thing standing in the way: my husband, Raymond, a straitlaced bastard if there ever was one. Oh, I don't really mean the bastard part. We get along pretty well. Except that he's a lawyer--and a Republican. He does have a nice prick, though. My man has given me more orgasms in one night than I ever thought possible. But he's a Bible-thumping teetotaler, so I figured my fantasy was destined to stay just that.

But then, all of a sudden, a brainstorm hit me like a lightning bolt. Of course! If I could get darling hubby to participate in a love triangle with another woman, well, it would be pretty hard for him to refuse my wish. Right? Sure, Raymond might be conservative, but he's definitely all man. And, really, what guy is going to say no to two beautiful, naked women sprawled out on his bed, waiting for him?

I confided in the wildest woman I know--Myra, my college roommate, a raven-haired, voluptuous slut who, back then, frequently booked three or four dates, one after the other, on the same night. She was an insatiable coed and an even more insatiable divorcee. Plus, she's had a crush on Raymond since forever.

So the next Friday night, when hubby dragged his ass home after a long day at the office, he found Myra and his lovely wife lapping pussy in a sizzling 69. His jaw practically dropped to the bedroom floor along with his briefcase, but in a flash he was naked between us. Myra licked up one side of Raymond's pecker while I laved the other. When we met at the top, we tongue-dicked his piss slit together.

Then I lavished my spouse's asshole with a sloppy rimjob, while Myra mouthed his whole nut sac! We were having a blast. Ray was in heaven. He started pleading for pussy, and we gave it to him every which way. My gal pal and I faced each other, Myra impaled on his sword, while I sat on his face. Kissing and twisting each other's tit buds, we quickly developed a good rhythm. Soon hubby's mouth and balls were dripping with our juices, and he was bucking his hips off the bed. So I gave Myra the prearranged signal, and the menage a trois came to an abrupt end. We simply climbed off the poor man and left him hanging.

The look of desperation in Raymond's eyes made me very nearly feel sorry for him. Trailing my long fingernails up and down his shaft, I told him what I really wanted. I expected him to be a little pissed. Instead, like a slimy fuckin' lawyer, he slyly negotiated. Sure, I could have my threesome with two men, if he could do whatever he wanted with both of our derrieres. Myra grinned at me.

Seconds later my girlfriend and I were facedown, side by side, on the king-size mattress, bare bottoms majestically raised high in the air. Raymond started by spanking each of our fannies, lightly slapping one ass, then the other, before winding up and truly whacking both at once. Mmmm. Our lesson for being such bad girls, I guess. Every inch of my tush tingled. I was so ready to be fucked. Myra and I started necking passionately. The sight was enough to spur Raymond into action.

Keeping us on edge, Raymond drooled lines of spit into our butt cracks, and I felt a finger slowly being pushed into my rosebud. Oh, yeah! I slid my right hand down my belly to pinch my clitoris. Of course, with something new at his disposal, he dicked Myra first, tamping his big, fat cock into her browneye and moaning about how very tight she was. Meanwhile, his finger stayed in my shitter, jamming in and out in time with his thrusts.

A couple minutes of Myra, and he switched to my starfish, stuffing it with long, deep, penetrating strokes. I counted 12 of them. Then back to Myra's bunghole. A dozen incredible lunges apiece, over and over, till we girls were trembling in climax. Myra was screaming into the mattress when Raymond switched back to my pooper. A few seconds later he gasped that he was about to come. He pulled out of my rectum, and Myra and I jockeyed for position to see who could catch the most jism on her tongue.

So now I'm trying to decide who the other dick should be in my threesome. The ripped checker down at the supermarket? Or maybe hubby's boss?

[Glen2712]

Promise-Skirting Rosebud

It had been three weeks since I’d been laid, 21 brutal days of self-imposed abstinence, of jacking off to porn rags and vivid images of my girlfriend’s big, round butt. The home office had sent me to Minneapolis to close a merger deal. It was supposed to take a week tops. But now another company entered the picture, and negotiations were dragging out interminably. I ached to feel a hot, wet cunt clutching my cock.

Fuck, I was horny! The night before I’d left, Mae—that’s my longtime girlfriend—had made me promise not to “dip my wick in any strange pussy.” And, damn, I really did love her. Plus, she’d just given me the most amazing balls-and-all blowjob; so I’d given her my word. Alone in a distant hotel room, I remembered Mae’s tongue feverishly lapping my nuts, swirling up my fat shaft and darting into my piss slit. I thought about her swallowing me to the base over and over and— Suddenly, it dawned on me: Technically, a blowjob really wouldn’t be breaking my vow, would it? I mean, I wouldn’t actually be “dipping my wick in any strange pussy.”

Come to think of it, there were a whole host of exempt sex acts: handjobs, titty-fucks—hey, how about anal? Mae refused to let me fuck her in the ass. The local phone book sat on the end table next to the bed. I let my fingers do the walking to the escort services and dialed up a gorgeous Korean whose ad touted “a doll-like figure” and “a willingness to experiment.” It would be a nice contrast to Mae, a tall blonde with lush curves and pendulous knockers. Waiting for my secret visitor, I fought the urge to jack off. Hell, I hadn’t gone without snatch this long since I’d lost my virginity.

When I opened the door, Lyla was even more exotic than I’d expected. She was 19 or 20, petite, slender, yet totally sexy. Once the payment preliminaries were concluded, Lyla tugged off her top and gave me a good, long look at her delectable titties. Half-inch, hard nipples had me literally drooling. Somehow Lyla must have sensed what I wanted—or maybe it was what everyone desired—because the little hottie slipped out of her shoes and skirt and crawled up onto the bed bare-ass naked, her tush facing me. With her shoulders pressed into the mattress, she reached back and spanked her buns one at a time—sweet, firm flesh vibrating with each smack.

Next, Lyla made a show of deep-throating her middle finger till it was dripping spit, then seductively pushed it right into her puckered starfish. I swear, my knees went weak. My jeans got tangled around my ankles in a mad rush to strip them off. My erection was already harder, more urgent than I could remember. After Lyla undressed me, I slithered up behind her on the bed and smoothed my hands over her tiny body. I took my time even though it had been ages since I’d caressed another woman’s boobies, flat, taut belly and gently flaring hips. She stayed perfectly still until I rubbed my thick prick cap all over her fanny. Then Lyla gasped. So I dick-spanked her delightful derriere, making her moan deliriously.

Suddenly, the babe reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide, giving me the most beautiful close-up of her tiny, pink-brown, puckered rosebud. When I pressed my crown to her bung, it seemed an impossible fit. I jacked my hips and pressured the first inch in. Fuck! It felt like a fist squeezing the tip tighter and tighter. I paused, but Lyla started backing onto my log, inch by inch—man, I’d never felt anything like it, not even close—till my groin was touching her heavenly heinie, and my boner was buried to the ball sac. Once I started lunging, I was at her mercy. Lyla’s shit chute gripped and released my cock over and over.

I hadn’t been laid in three weeks and hadn’t had anal in almost four years! And this demure, little Asian girl was a consummate butt-fucking professional! Her snug rectum massaged my throbbing shaft, clutching hard, then relaxing, clutching harder, then easing up again. Lyla took me to the edge nine or ten times before she allowed me to climax, and then my orgasm fuckin’ took me by storm. A torrent of jizz filled her anus to overflowing, flooded back out around my prod and trickled down to her hairless snatch. Lovely Lyla let me stay in her ass till I finally went soft. Five minutes later the hot-to-trot escort was out the door. She was worth every penny, and I could still tell my girlfriend that I’d kept my promise.

[Glen2712]

My Breast Friend

Warm titty milk sprayed over my balls and cock, like a mist. It painted my fuck-set white. Slowly Chantal began to lap at her cream. Her tongue cradled each nut before swirling up and around the shaft to draw a lazy line under my ridge cap. Gentle nibbles circled the crown before she hoovered my dick between her lips and sucked me down to the base in one long, delicious lunge. She stayed there for a minute, and I could feel her throat muscles working around me, squeezing my throbbing pecker.

Chantal kept sucking, her cheeks hollowing in with the effort, as her head bobbed back up. Looking me right in the eye, the doll flicked her tongue over and into my piss slit. Then, suddenly, her lips were nursing on my base again. Damn, this girl was one fine cocksucker.

The 22-year-old’s pendulous breasts pressed into my thigh, and as her nipples rubbed up and down my leg, they leaked mama milk. I could feel my skin getting wet. Wow! I couldn’t believe this was our first date! Usually, with young, single, new mothers, it takes at least two dates before I get the gal into bed. You see, young, single MILFs are my specialty, my area of expertise, if you will. I have this fetish for titty milk. Okay, I admit it, I’m a bit of a sick pup. Sometimes I really start liking the woman, but by the time she stops lactating, I’m gone—on to a new fresh mommy. I can’t help myself. There’s just nothing sexier on God’s Earth than breasts heavy with milk and capped by long, hard, swollen nipples, droplets of cream dangling from the tips. The taste? Sweet and indescribably delicious.

Now Chantal was smothering my slammer with succulent titty. She pressed the sides of her mambos together till her milk spigots met around my shaft and actually touched. Fuck, that was a sight I don’t think I’ll forget even if I live to be a hundred years old.

She massaged her bazooms—make that her bazooms massaged my cock—up and down. Drops of moo juice slid into her cleavage and lubed our titty-fuck. I was getting so close to coming, I shuddered from head to toe. I think Chantal sensed it too.

All of a sudden she stopped jacking and moved her jugs up to my prick cap. Then the chick pushed a stiff, half-inch-long nipple into my peehole! That’s not all, folks, The blond bombshell squeezed her knocker till milk filled my piss slit and trickled over the sides of my schlong.

Well, I don’t need to tell you that I was coming then. Chantal pulled back a bit and let me paint both melons with my own special brand of cream. One by one she lifted her beautiful lobes to her lips and licked up my jizz. Let me just say that she was very thorough. Did this girl have a bit of a breast fixation of her own? At the least, her ta-tas must have been pretty sensitive, because by the time she was done, the hottie was moaning for me to fuck her. In less than a heartbeat, my bone was rock hard again.

The little mother rode me cowgirl style, her cunt clutching my spear so nicely. Best of all, in the middle of our schtup, she leaned over to let me nurse on a fat milkbag. The second my lips latched onto her teat, Chantal hit her own intense climax. She started trembling as her warm cream rolled over my tongue, and I enjoyed my second orgasm. Fuck, I was in heaven!

Later, there we were, just lying in bed naked, enjoying the afterglow, when I realized that I really didn’t know anything about my new lover. After all, I had only met her that afternoon in the neighborhood grocery store.

So Chantal and I small-talked and covered some of the basics.

Eventually, I asked how old her baby was.

“He’s four years old!” she replied. “What?!” I howled.

Chantal explained how she’d kept pumping her titties even after she’d stopped breast-feeding her young one—so the milk would keep flowing. With a twinkle in her eye she described how she had a little milk fetish of her own. Pinching a nipple, she sprayed me again to emphasize that point.

Who knows? I might have just found the woman of my dreams.

[Glen2712]

Razory Reversal

Jane always shaved her snatch smooth as silk. Not a single hair. Not a bristle. Just plump pink labes and hot pussy under my swirling tongue. Come to think of it, every girl I had ever been with—I was 23, and Jane made number seven—had shaved her slit bare. And, sure, that was nice. Nevertheless, I’d found myself drawn to certain chicks in porn rags and sex videos with full, lush pussy bushes. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, it didn’t matter. Those triangular forests turned me on. I wanted to feel those curls against my cheeks. I imagined them tickling the sides of my cock shaft as I sank deep into pulsating quim. I started collecting ’70s porn just to ogle the beavers.

So late one night, in bed after some incredible sex with Jane, I got up the nerve to mention my daring brainstorm. “Honey, what do you think about letting your pussy hair grow out—just to, you know, see? I got to tell you, I think it would be so hot, tugging on your pubes with my teeth and spraying my white spunk into all those black curls.”

My dick twitched against Jane’s warm thigh, and she got this crooked little smile on her face. “Well,” she remarked, “you’ve got yourself a deal—if I get to shave your pubies and your ball sac too. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to suck off a smooth-shaven he-man. Mmmmm.”

Wow! I wasn’t sold on the idea of a razor in somebody else’s hand that close to the family jewels. Then again, in the six months I’d known Jane, I’d never seen any nicks on her mound or folds. And I was pretty sure the babe wasn’t mad at me. Finally, what made me relent was the image of springy jet-black ringlets surrounding my girlfriend’s very pink pussy slit. “Okay,” I told her. “You start growing a muff, and I’ll let you shave me!” My fateful date with the razor was set for two months down the road.

Of course, I got to enjoy Jane’s pubes growing in along the way. First a stubble tingled the tip when I rubbed my pecker back and forth over her snatch. Then black bristles tickled my face. A month in, those bristles had become beautiful curls that caught the light and sprang back against my fingertips. Totally obsessed, I spent hours playing with her pelt.

On the designated day I was nervous as hell, but leave it to Jane to make an occasion of it, with dinner and champagne. To tell you the truth, I got a little queasy when she started downing that third glass. But then she took me to her bathroom, lit by dozens of candles, and stripped totally naked. Seeing her lush, raven bush in all its glory almost made me forget why she was undressing me. First, Jane used tiny scissors to trim the curls. Next, she pressed hot washcloths over the base of my prod. As my shooter began to rise before her eyes, she swabbed lather onto my crotch and balls with a shaving brush. By the time she’d finished lathering me, I was totally hard.

I closed my eyes when Jane picked up the razor, and I braced myself for the worst, but there were only these incredible sensations: an erotic scraping and tugging across my rocks, Jane’s fingers delicately touching my bare skin. It felt intense, electric!

When the last stroke of sharp metal had passed over my flesh, I finally glanced down. Wow! From my perspective, looking straight down, my cock seemed to have grown a full inch or two. And that’s exactly how Jane reacted. Once she’d patted me dry, the horny girl attacked my boner. She was all mouth and gorgeous, hairy pussy.

Praise the Lord, she started with a blowjob. I didn’t know she could take me so far down her throat, but that wasn’t all my sweetie pie had in mind. When her lips reached the base of my pecker, she flicked my nuts with her tongue. Then, urging me not to shoot down her throat just yet, Jane moved down a tad and started sucking on my now-hairless balls. First one at a time, then hoovering both fat yarbles into her mouth at once. Man, did she pour on the suction!

Finally, Jane sat my ass on the throne and slowly, slowly lowered her hairy twat onto my throbbing pole. While I feasted on some fine titty, her heavenly pubes tickled my supersensitive dick and its pals till I was laughing and coming simultaneously. It was the best fuck of my life. Now I’ve got to hide the damn razor so Jane’s mouthwatering muff can keep on growing.

[Glen2712]

Razory Reversal

Jane always shaved her snatch smooth as silk. Not a single hair. Not a bristle. Just plump pink labes and hot pussy under my swirling tongue. Come to think of it, every girl I had ever been with—I was 23, and Jane made number seven—had shaved her slit bare. And, sure, that was nice. Nevertheless, I’d found myself drawn to certain chicks in porn rags and sex videos with full, lush pussy bushes. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, it didn’t matter. Those triangular forests turned me on. I wanted to feel those curls against my cheeks. I imagined them tickling the sides of my cock shaft as I sank deep into pulsating quim. I started collecting ’70s porn just to ogle the beavers.

So late one night, in bed after some incredible sex with Jane, I got up the nerve to mention my daring brainstorm. “Honey, what do you think about letting your pussy hair grow out—just to, you know, see? I got to tell you, I think it would be so hot, tugging on your pubes with my teeth and spraying my white spunk into all those black curls.”

My dick twitched against Jane’s warm thigh, and she got this crooked little smile on her face. “Well,” she remarked, “you’ve got yourself a deal—if I get to shave your pubies and your ball sac too. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to suck off a smooth-shaven he-man. Mmmmm.”

Wow! I wasn’t sold on the idea of a razor in somebody else’s hand that close to the family jewels. Then again, in the six months I’d known Jane, I’d never seen any nicks on her mound or folds. And I was pretty sure the babe wasn’t mad at me. Finally, what made me relent was the image of springy jet-black ringlets surrounding my girlfriend’s very pink pussy slit. “Okay,” I told her. “You start growing a muff, and I’ll let you shave me!” My fateful date with the razor was set for two months down the road.

Of course, I got to enjoy Jane’s pubes growing in along the way. First a stubble tingled the tip when I rubbed my pecker back and forth over her snatch. Then black bristles tickled my face. A month in, those bristles had become beautiful curls that caught the light and sprang back against my fingertips. Totally obsessed, I spent hours playing with her pelt.

On the designated day I was nervous as hell, but leave it to Jane to make an occasion of it, with dinner and champagne. To tell you the truth, I got a little queasy when she started downing that third glass. But then she took me to her bathroom, lit by dozens of candles, and stripped totally naked. Seeing her lush, raven bush in all its glory almost made me forget why she was undressing me. First, Jane used tiny scissors to trim the curls. Next, she pressed hot washcloths over the base of my prod. As my shooter began to rise before her eyes, she swabbed lather onto my crotch and balls with a shaving brush. By the time she’d finished lathering me, I was totally hard.

I closed my eyes when Jane picked up the razor, and I braced myself for the worst, but there were only these incredible sensations: an erotic scraping and tugging across my rocks, Jane’s fingers delicately touching my bare skin. It felt intense, electric!

When the last stroke of sharp metal had passed over my flesh, I finally glanced down. Wow! From my perspective, looking straight down, my cock seemed to have grown a full inch or two. And that’s exactly how Jane reacted. Once she’d patted me dry, the horny girl attacked my boner. She was all mouth and gorgeous, hairy pussy.

Praise the Lord, she started with a blowjob. I didn’t know she could take me so far down her throat, but that wasn’t all my sweetie pie had in mind. When her lips reached the base of my pecker, she flicked my nuts with her tongue. Then, urging me not to shoot down her throat just yet, Jane moved down a tad and started sucking on my now-hairless balls. First one at a time, then hoovering both fat yarbles into her mouth at once. Man, did she pour on the suction!

Finally, Jane sat my ass on the throne and slowly, slowly lowered her hairy twat onto my throbbing pole. While I feasted on some fine titty, her heavenly pubes tickled my supersensitive dick and its pals till I was laughing and coming simultaneously. It was the best fuck of my life. Now I’ve got to hide the damn razor so Jane’s mouthwatering muff can keep on growing.

[Glen2712]

Stream of Passion

Warm, golden liquid splashed over my ta-tas, gushed in streams down my stomach and pooled in my belly button. My tit buds tingled. It felt so damn good. I couldn’t wait for Warren’s piss to hit my clitty trigger.

I was lying in the bathtub, frantically trying to rub the pee into my skin. Two orgasms down, I was past feeling good. I was well on my way to fuckin’ delirious. My lover was standing over me, his feet in the water, smiling as he aimed his flow lower. Watching the piss sluice through my blond bush, Warren told me to spread my legs wider. Now his whiz slapped against my labes. I was almost there. Fuck, I was close. I shut my eyes and concentrated on the warm, wet, delicious sensations. When I fingered my folds apart, a hot blast gushed right into my pussy, and I was coming, writhing in that bathtub, climaxing in urine.

Believe it or not, before meeting Warren, I was the most straitlaced girl imaginable—an assistant librarian no less and a Methodist. My sexual experience had been limited to necking with my accountant boyfriend, Herb, a fellow churchgoer. It wasn’t that I didn’t secretly desire to go further. I was almost 19, with rather large breasts, but good ol’ Herb never even tried to grope me. I was scared to initiate sex—ashamed I’d find out I was a dirty little slut. Obviously, things have changed since then. I’ve changed.

A day earlier, Warren strolled up to my desk at the library. I gasped when I looked up, the man was that handsome. Rugged features, a full dark head of hair, beard, mustache, sparkling sky-blue eyes. A glance at the titles he was checking out made me blush: Nabokov’s Lolita and the Kama Sutra. His hand brushed mine as he handed me his library card, and electricity sparked up my arm.

That night I masturbated with anything I could find—highlighters, a banana, a massive zucchini. I even tried to jam a fat bottle of shampoo up my snatch, but I couldn’t quite come, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Warren.

The next morning at work I immediately began searching for his address and phone number in the library database. Before I could locate the information, I spotted him searching through the stacks. It took every ounce of courage I could muster, but I was determined to meet this gorgeous man. So I nonchalantly strolled over and asked if I could help him find what he was looking for. “I believe I just did,” he said, staring straight at me. Sounds corny, but it wasn’t, and when my dream guy asked me to meet him after work, I couldn’t wait to say yes.

My heart was beating like a fuckin’ drum when I walked up to his house that evening. Yes, I was finally going to lose my virginity. I was so anxious to pop my cherry that not two minutes later I was confessing to Warren how I had masturbated the night away thinking about him. I’m not sure what I’d expected, but I sure as hell didn’t expect someone I barely knew to pull me down over his lap and whack my ass, calling me a bad little girl, a dirty little slut. Whack! Whack! Fuck!

The hunk yanked my skirt up, tore off my best pair of panties and, with the palm of his hand warm on my bare butt, he asked if I wanted him to stop. All of my repressed sexuality flooded to the surface, and I started sobbing, begging Warren to please spank me, please fuck me, to teach me all about sex.

Lesson #1 involved spanking my fanny till it glowed red. I was so horny, I couldn’t stand it. Finally, Warren stopped and slipped two fingers just barely inside my pussy flaps. I jammed my quim down on them hard and kept jamming until, finally, nirvana, release. I couldn’t believe how good it felt! Pure bliss.

Lesson #2 included an extended tutorial in the fine art of cocksucking. The blowjob started off awkwardly, but I soon learned how to open my throat and engulf Warren’s beautiful prick to the base without gagging. My new lover also taught me how to suckle his heavy balls and frig myself off at the same time. Of course, I felt so proud when he shot his sweet jizz all over my face. I came a second later.

Lesson #3, my first golden shower, was vividly described earlier in this letter. Afterward Warren tenderly bathed me, dressed me and sent me on my way like a wayward schoolgirl, instructing me to return to his place the following evening. So technically I’m still a virgin. God, I hope getting fucked is covered in Warren’s Lesson #4. Poor Herb!

[Glen2712]

Birthday Bang

When you’re a girl, it’s not always that easy to get a no-strings, no-frills bone. I know, it seems like it would be, but sometimes you have to plan things out. Sometimes a little scheming is required. There was this one night that I really wanted to get fucked and fucked hard, but I didn’t want to hear any bullshit or whining about feelings. I didn’t want a boyfriend or even a date. Hell, I didn’t even want to know his name. I just wanted to get banged by a stranger, so I went to see some bands play at this bar, and I followed this drunk, hot guy out onto the smoking patio. I asked him for a light, even though I had a lighter in my purse.

“I’m here all alone,” I told him.

“I’ll hang out with you. It’s my birthday tonight.”

I made him show me his ID, and when I had confirmed that it was indeed his birthday I smiled and told him, “Happy birthday.” Even as I said it I was already planning on blowing out his birthday candle before the night was through.

“Come home with me,” I told him, “I’ve got a birthday present for you at my place.”

I led him to my bedroom, and he took off his clothes and lay on the bed. I pulled off my jeans and climbed on top of him, and I reached down for his cock. I straddled him with his throbbing rod in my hand, guided it into my slit, and slowly lowered myself down until it was buried to the hilt inside my quivering clam.

I rocked back and forth on his stiff prick, and he gasped, “Oh my God!” Each time I slid down on his rig he said it again. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” he moaned repeatedly as I picked up the pace. I thought to myself either this guy really loves the Lord or I have some damn good pussy.

I grabbed his ass and angled my hips so his shaft slid across my clit just right, and soon I was the one praising Jesus. “Oh my God you’re gonna make me come!” I cried as I bucked against him and pulled him into me as hard as I could, and when my poonie started pulsing he began thrusting into me harder and faster, and he stuck his finger deep inside my…

Ear.

Yes, you read that right. He stuck his finger in my ear. I have had men stick their fingers in my mouth while they were fucking me. I have had men stick their fingers in my ass, but I have never, ever had a man stick his finger in my ear. Ever.

“Oh God, oh my God, oh God,” he panted, “Are you on the pill?” Little late to be asking that, I thought. “Can I come inside you? I want to come inside you,” he groaned.

“Yeah, yeah, come in me. I’m on the pill. Come in me,” I moaned as he fucked me deeper, and the thought of taking this total stranger’s load inside me made me gush girl goo like crazy.

“Really, I can come inside you? Really?” he asked in a surprised tone, like he was shocked I had agreed because he had asked my permission to do something freaky, like say, stick his finger in my ear while I came, and not merely asked if he could do something that is usually pretty standard in these situations.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.

“Oh my God, oh my God, I’m coming, oh my God!” he yelled as he shot his huge wad inside me, and then once it was over and he was finished and the Lord was sufficiently praised he passed out.

“Happy birthday,” I said, and I kissed that drunken fool on the cheek and went to sleep.

When he opened his eyes in the morning the first thing he saw was the vibrator on my nightstand, and he let out a startled yell. He obviously had no idea where he was.

“Do you remember who I am?” I asked, and he looked around as he mumbled and groaned unintelligibly.

“Do you remember that I have a dick?” I asked, and a look of pure terror crossed his face as he whipped the blankets back with lightning speed. When he confirmed that I was penis-free he smiled, laughed, and rolled on top of me. Whether he remembered me or not, within a couple of minutes I was loudly having the morning orgasm that is so much more important to starting my day than coffee ever could be.

After that I sent him on his way. He left his ring and his sock at my place. Standard chick trick, supposedly, but guys do it too. Guess he thinks now he can come back and pick the stuff up and maybe bone me again. Maybe I’ll let him. Maybe I won’t. Depends on who is at the bar tonight, and whether or not they give me the correct answer when I ask them if they’ve ever fantasized about sticking their finger in a chick’s ear. What the hell was that all about? I can think of so many better places to stick it.

[Glen2712]

Tempting Teen

The girl was my best friend’s daughter—and she was only 18. Fuckin’ gorgeous, like only women coming of age can be. Tall and slender, with thick chestnut hair falling in waves over soft shoulders. Handful ass cheeks and mouthful titties. Ariel had it going on, all right, and she knew it.

Here’s what went down: The budding nympho was sitting beside me in a small moving truck, one leg up on the seat, her shorts gaping open to give me glimpses of smooth, bare pussy.

I wasn’t driving well at all. Kept sliding into the adjoining lane. I started wondering if her parents had noticed me swerving. They were a few cars ahead of us, in another moving truck—Al and his straitlaced wife, Brenda. I was helping them move across country thanks to my best bud’s transfer to San Diego. I figured, you know, I’d help a pal out, then take in the beach for a while.

I hadn’t counted on Ariel driving me fuckin’ crazy, teasing me to the point of painful. The first day on the road had been all right. We’d traveled piggyback, guys in one truck, girls in the other. But the second morning, Ariel had suggested switching off, and that’s when sheer torture started.
We weren’t on the highway for five miles before the pretty coquette peeled off her sweatshirt to show high, firm, creamy boobs cradled in a skimpy halter. As I struggled to control the damn truck, she kept adjusting the straps and flashing me the definition of perky. Looking over from time to time, I caught sight of those pink-button nipples, and my mouth went dry.

It’s not like I’m an old lech, understand. I’m only 38. But riding shotgun was this beautiful, young, hotter-than-my-best-dreams girl, who just happened to be my best friend’s daughter. That’s wrong, right?

Smiling coyly, Ariel slid around on the bench seat till her back was pressed up against the passenger door, and her toes were touching my hip.

“Ariel, stop!” I beseeched halfheartedly. Instead she dialed her folks on the cell to tell them we were stopping for snacks. Her toes were now tracing lines up and down my thigh. “Stop!” I yelled feebly as the ball of her foot started massaging my cock bulge.

I pulled off into a deserted rest area, and the chick didn’t waste any time. Soon as I’d thrown on the emergency brake, she was on her knees. First she mouthed my joystick through my jeans, wrapping her lips around the denim-covered lump and applying pressure. Did the same to my nuts. Then she attacked my zipper and tugged down my pants. Ariel made me forget my friend’s name.

Those hazel eyes kept looking up at me as her tongue swirled around my knob. With her little hand stroking up and down my log, she told me how delicious I tasted and how thick my prick was. The tart insisted that despite being only 18, she already knew how to deep-throat. “Wanna see?” Ariel asked.

Not waiting for an answer, she pushed her soft lips down my pecker inch by inch. Meanwhile, her nails teased my balls. It took some time for her to swallow the whole thing, but why hurry? At one point she gagged a little, and saliva flowed down my throbber, but she didn’t back off. Eventually, she took all eight inches, and I’m telling you, it was sweet. The gal looked awfully good with my stiff cock in her mouth!

Keeping the tip locked in her throat, she swallowed over and over, her talented throat muscles squeezing my prod. Felt incredible. Of course, I needed to play with those perky titties too; so I peeled off her halter. Had to pinch those gorgeous, pink-button nipples.

Ariel’s head began bobbing. She was taking me deep, easing off, taking me deep again. Suddenly, a fingertip found my asshole. Now every time she engulfed my swollen prick cap, her finger darted into my browneye.

I wanted to feel that slick teen pussy before I exploded. So I got Ariel to climb back up on the bench seat, my prick still in her mouth, and told her to pull off her shorts. Then I fingered that beautiful, fat pussy till the girl was moaning around my meat. Those humming vibrations pushed me over the top, and I exploded like a fuckin’ M-80. Pulses of hot jizz shot down her throat till she pulled back and let the last couple splat her pretty face.

Ariel looked up at me with her hazel eyes and giggled. Then the cell phone started ringing.

[Glen2712]

Queen of Stud Poker

The ace of spades was sticking to my left titty, the jack to my right—my hole cards, my losing hole cards, in last night’s game of Texas Hold ’Em. I was bent over the table, getting reamed from behind by Nick’s deliciously thick tube steak. The rest of the boys were watching, some rubbing their bulges. Two fellas were already fisting their fuck-sticks. Mmmmm.

Fuck, I loved our weekly Thursday-night poker game. Even when my cards sucked, I won. My nipples were crushed against the felt. My snatch was jammed full of cock, and Nick was taking his sweet-ass time dicking me. A butt cheek in each big hand, he slowly rammed that beautiful prick of his balls-deep. I could feel every blessed inch. Reaching under me, I grabbed his nut sac and held him there before the hunk could pull back. Clutched my cunt walls tight around his snake till the lucky guy was moaning. Flexed my twat around his meat over and over.

I looked around. Besides Nick, there were five rough, burly construction workers and me. Every set of eyes was focused on me. Every prick was fat and hard. Before long, all the other players were jacking off. What was not to love?

It had all started, innocently enough, as a penny-ante game at our neighborhood bar. We’d meet once a week, down a few beers, win or lose 40 bucks. Then about three months back the place got shut down for serving teens, and the weekly game moved to my place. Somehow, somewhere along the way, the stakes changed. Now anything was fair game. Bets ranged from household chores—cleaning, cooking, grocery-shopping—to lawn-mowing and oil changes. As for the really, really high-stake bets, what else but sex?!

See, I’m a pretty fair poker player—better than my sucker friends, anyway—meaning I win and get my pussy licked and fucked regularly. But that damn river card—the last community card—can sometimes screw you. Take last night, for instance. By the time the turn hit, it was just me and Nick betting. I had two pairs, aces and jacks, with a flush working.

I put Nick on a pair of aces, no kicker, but all he really had was a pair of 3s. Fucker had no business even being in the hand, but he goes ahead and bluffs anyway—makes the ultimate fucking bet. “I win and I get my dick wet,” he said, “in your tight little pussy. You win, I’ll lick you, rim you, anything. You name it.”

Well, I snapped that up fast. I could practically feel his tongue rolling over my clit. Then the dealer flopped the river card—a 3 of hearts! His three of a kind beat my two pairs, and I had to pay up.

Nick moved over me till I felt his breath hot on my neck, his muscular chest pressing into my back. Suddenly, he grabbed my arms, swung them above my head and held my wrists in one of his huge paws against the table. “Al, tie ’em together,” Nick directed his best friend. A second later my wrists were bound—by my own bra, no less—and all control was stripped from me.

It surprised me how excited I felt, being totally at Nick’s mercy. My skin tingled, every nerve ending alive. My hot pussy pulsed around his throbber. The other men moved closer till my vision was filled with close-up cock after cock after cock. Made me crazy!

I tried to shove my hips back at Nick, tried to rub my clit off on the felt. But the man was having none of it. He set the pace—short, sharp jabs, long lunges. He’d bring me to the edge and stop, then start all over again. His big hands were back on my butt, squeezing.

Now, I’m not the type to beg, but I sure as hell was begging then, moaning, “Fuck, Nick, please let me come!”

One after the other the five men in front of me started to spray. Thick ropes of jizz hit my hair, my face. I opened my mouth wide to provide a target and was rewarded with mouthfuls of creamy spunk. Nick finally showed mercy. He slammed his jackhammer deep once, twice, three times, and I was coming. My body melted from the inside out—total ecstasy—till I was limp as a rag doll.

Unbelievably, we resumed playing Hold ’Em, and the very next hand I held pocket kings. An ace came on the flop. I bet. Nick quickly raised, going all in. I was fucked.

[Glen2712]

Queen of Stud Poker

The ace of spades was sticking to my left titty, the jack to my right—my hole cards, my losing hole cards, in last night’s game of Texas Hold ’Em. I was bent over the table, getting reamed from behind by Nick’s deliciously thick tube steak. The rest of the boys were watching, some rubbing their bulges. Two fellas were already fisting their fuck-sticks. Mmmmm.

Fuck, I loved our weekly Thursday-night poker game. Even when my cards sucked, I won. My nipples were crushed against the felt. My snatch was jammed full of cock, and Nick was taking his sweet-ass time dicking me. A butt cheek in each big hand, he slowly rammed that beautiful prick of his balls-deep. I could feel every blessed inch. Reaching under me, I grabbed his nut sac and held him there before the hunk could pull back. Clutched my cunt walls tight around his snake till the lucky guy was moaning. Flexed my twat around his meat over and over.

I looked around. Besides Nick, there were five rough, burly construction workers and me. Every set of eyes was focused on me. Every prick was fat and hard. Before long, all the other players were jacking off. What was not to love?

It had all started, innocently enough, as a penny-ante game at our neighborhood bar. We’d meet once a week, down a few beers, win or lose 40 bucks. Then about three months back the place got shut down for serving teens, and the weekly game moved to my place. Somehow, somewhere along the way, the stakes changed. Now anything was fair game. Bets ranged from household chores—cleaning, cooking, grocery-shopping—to lawn-mowing and oil changes. As for the really, really high-stake bets, what else but sex?!

See, I’m a pretty fair poker player—better than my sucker friends, anyway—meaning I win and get my pussy licked and fucked regularly. But that damn river card—the last community card—can sometimes screw you. Take last night, for instance. By the time the turn hit, it was just me and Nick betting. I had two pairs, aces and jacks, with a flush working.

I put Nick on a pair of aces, no kicker, but all he really had was a pair of 3s. Fucker had no business even being in the hand, but he goes ahead and bluffs anyway—makes the ultimate fucking bet. “I win and I get my dick wet,” he said, “in your tight little pussy. You win, I’ll lick you, rim you, anything. You name it.”

Well, I snapped that up fast. I could practically feel his tongue rolling over my clit. Then the dealer flopped the river card—a 3 of hearts! His three of a kind beat my two pairs, and I had to pay up.

Nick moved over me till I felt his breath hot on my neck, his muscular chest pressing into my back. Suddenly, he grabbed my arms, swung them above my head and held my wrists in one of his huge paws against the table. “Al, tie ’em together,” Nick directed his best friend. A second later my wrists were bound—by my own bra, no less—and all control was stripped from me.

It surprised me how excited I felt, being totally at Nick’s mercy. My skin tingled, every nerve ending alive. My hot pussy pulsed around his throbber. The other men moved closer till my vision was filled with close-up cock after cock after cock. Made me crazy!

I tried to shove my hips back at Nick, tried to rub my clit off on the felt. But the man was having none of it. He set the pace—short, sharp jabs, long lunges. He’d bring me to the edge and stop, then start all over again. His big hands were back on my butt, squeezing.

Now, I’m not the type to beg, but I sure as hell was begging then, moaning, “Fuck, Nick, please let me come!”

One after the other the five men in front of me started to spray. Thick ropes of jizz hit my hair, my face. I opened my mouth wide to provide a target and was rewarded with mouthfuls of creamy spunk. Nick finally showed mercy. He slammed his jackhammer deep once, twice, three times, and I was coming. My body melted from the inside out—total ecstasy—till I was limp as a rag doll.

Unbelievably, we resumed playing Hold ’Em, and the very next hand I held pocket kings. An ace came on the flop. I bet. Nick quickly raised, going all in. I was fucked.

[Glen2712]

Cheaters Prosper

The building was dark, locked. I let myself in and made my way back to my husband’s office. A line of light outlined Clay’s door. Bastard. I already knew what I was going to find. My knees almost buckled as I tiptoed across the receptionist’s office.

The door was only cracked about an inch, but it was enough. There was Candy’s ass to greet me—pushed high in the air as she knelt on my husband’s desk—round and firm, white with bright red handprints. I couldn’t see my husband, her boss, yet, but I could sure hear him. He was telling the girl exactly what to do.

“Play with yourself, beautiful baby. Touch yourself.” Clay had such a commanding, low voice. “Pinch your long clit. You’ve got such a fuckin’ incredible ass, I can’t stop thinking about it. Spank it for me, Candy. Show me what a bad little girl you can be.”

My jaw dropped.

I don’t remember when I first suspected that my husband was cheating on me. I guess all those nights working late made me suspicious, that and a couple of strange credit card charges. But when he started paying me an inordinate amount of attention in the bedroom, I knew for sure, dammit. Fuckin’ asshole. So I decided to catch the cheating bastard in the act.

I didn’t know what to do. I should have just stormed in there, screaming! Don’t get me wrong—I was angry—but part of me wanted to see the girl spank herself.

She was whimpering even as she raised her own hand into the air. Whack! Her palm smashed into her tight ass. I caught myself moaning.

Slapping a hand over my mouth, I stepped back a minute and willed myself to be quiet. Suddenly I was the one who didn’t want to get caught. When I looked again, Candy was rubbing her nipples back and forth across the desktop and begging my husband to fuck her.

Finally Clay stepped into view—all tousled hair, broad shoulders, wearing only black trousers. Pissed as I was, I couldn’t help but think he looked sexy. I found myself slipping my skirt up over my ass. When he hauled out his fat throbber, his hard shaft had me licking my lips.

Walking right up behind her, he spanked each buttock with his dick. He drew lines up and down her ass crack till Candy was trembling. Then Clay speared that beautiful meat home.

I speared three fingers deep into my pussy. Swishing my hips a little, I started rolling my clit like a marble.

Who knew my husband could be such a good fuck? Dominant, commanding. Gripping Candy’s ass so tightly I could see white around his fingers, he slowly pulled back, slammed forward, slowly pulled back—over and over. The whole time he kept telling her how bad she was, how sexy and nasty and slutty. I pressed a finger from my other hand up my pooper.

Whimpering, moaning, Candy crushed her tits against the desk. She started literally shaking, coming quietly, her whimpers turning to soft mewling.

Clay’s ass was moving faster now, jamming his nine-incher deep. I could see pussy juices on Candy’s labes, her thighs, glistening on Clay’s shaft. He was already coming when he pulled out—careless fucker—and painted white lines all over her red tush.

My fingers were lunging in and out of my quim and asshole. Suddenly my knees melted beneath me, and I was coming. My climax literally dropped me to the floor. I must have made a little too much noise, because when I peeked back through that door crack, both of them were looking in my direction. Coward that I am, I ran.

I couldn’t decide what to do about all this. You can likely imagine how confused I felt. Did I confront this man, my husband, walk out on him or…what? I came to a conclusion. When Clay arrived home that night, I was waiting for him, naked on the bed. I’d tied my ankles together with a black silk stocking. My ass was pushed high in the air. And at the foot of the bed lay a paddle.

[Glen2712]

Cheaters Prosper

The building was dark, locked. I let myself in and made my way back to my husband’s office. A line of light outlined Clay’s door. Bastard. I already knew what I was going to find. My knees almost buckled as I tiptoed across the receptionist’s office.

The door was only cracked about an inch, but it was enough. There was Candy’s ass to greet me—pushed high in the air as she knelt on my husband’s desk—round and firm, white with bright red handprints. I couldn’t see my husband, her boss, yet, but I could sure hear him. He was telling the girl exactly what to do.

“Play with yourself, beautiful baby. Touch yourself.” Clay had such a commanding, low voice. “Pinch your long clit. You’ve got such a fuckin’ incredible ass, I can’t stop thinking about it. Spank it for me, Candy. Show me what a bad little girl you can be.”

My jaw dropped.

I don’t remember when I first suspected that my husband was cheating on me. I guess all those nights working late made me suspicious, that and a couple of strange credit card charges. But when he started paying me an inordinate amount of attention in the bedroom, I knew for sure, dammit. Fuckin’ asshole. So I decided to catch the cheating bastard in the act.

I didn’t know what to do. I should have just stormed in there, screaming! Don’t get me wrong—I was angry—but part of me wanted to see the girl spank herself.

She was whimpering even as she raised her own hand into the air. Whack! Her palm smashed into her tight ass. I caught myself moaning.

Slapping a hand over my mouth, I stepped back a minute and willed myself to be quiet. Suddenly I was the one who didn’t want to get caught. When I looked again, Candy was rubbing her nipples back and forth across the desktop and begging my husband to fuck her.

Finally Clay stepped into view—all tousled hair, broad shoulders, wearing only black trousers. Pissed as I was, I couldn’t help but think he looked sexy. I found myself slipping my skirt up over my ass. When he hauled out his fat throbber, his hard shaft had me licking my lips.

Walking right up behind her, he spanked each buttock with his dick. He drew lines up and down her ass crack till Candy was trembling. Then Clay speared that beautiful meat home.

I speared three fingers deep into my pussy. Swishing my hips a little, I started rolling my clit like a marble.

Who knew my husband could be such a good fuck? Dominant, commanding. Gripping Candy’s ass so tightly I could see white around his fingers, he slowly pulled back, slammed forward, slowly pulled back—over and over. The whole time he kept telling her how bad she was, how sexy and nasty and slutty. I pressed a finger from my other hand up my pooper.

Whimpering, moaning, Candy crushed her tits against the desk. She started literally shaking, coming quietly, her whimpers turning to soft mewling.

Clay’s ass was moving faster now, jamming his nine-incher deep. I could see pussy juices on Candy’s labes, her thighs, glistening on Clay’s shaft. He was already coming when he pulled out—careless fucker—and painted white lines all over her red tush.

My fingers were lunging in and out of my quim and asshole. Suddenly my knees melted beneath me, and I was coming. My climax literally dropped me to the floor. I must have made a little too much noise, because when I peeked back through that door crack, both of them were looking in my direction. Coward that I am, I ran.

I couldn’t decide what to do about all this. You can likely imagine how confused I felt. Did I confront this man, my husband, walk out on him or…what? I came to a conclusion. When Clay arrived home that night, I was waiting for him, naked on the bed. I’d tied my ankles together with a black silk stocking. My ass was pushed high in the air. And at the foot of the bed lay a paddle.

[Glen2712]

Pussy Diet

I’m a guy who’s passionate about food. My favorite? Warm chocolate sauce dribbled in swirls up Liza’s thighs, topped by a mound of whipped cream in her twat. Honey’s nice too. I also enjoy capping cherries, grapes or olives on my girl’s nipples. I nibble until my teeth are scraping and tugging her tit buds, and she’s moaning for my thick cock. Sometimes Liza will drizzle champagne down my ass crack, let it pool in my starfish, then lick and slurp. Mmmm.

See, not too long ago I was overweight—fat really. I was a 22-year-old computer geek who had sex only online, if at all. It took my dad’s fatal heart attack to finally get me to do something about my obesity. Right after the funeral I hired a trainer and cut out absolutely everything that was bad for me.

Damn near killed me too, but a year later I’m in shape. I’ve got tons of energy and this cool girl named Liza. I met her in an Internet chat room, some sort of under-30 fat-loss rock ’n’ roll support group. Our e-mails kept getting more and more sexual till we decided to meet in person—dinner at her place.

Liza and I had swapped photos, but still it was a shock when the door opened. First I found myself staring at her monumental cleavage. She had to be 6-3! I had never met a chick who was taller than me, and I’d always figured that going out with one might be intimidating. Wrong! It was so powerfully sexy, my cock was standing tall in seconds.

Liza noticed, and dinner was forgotten. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Kissing me passionately, the statuesque doll steered me to the dining-room table. Looking back, I can see that instant seduction was her plan all along.

Liza slipped off her low-cut dress, the only thing she’d been wearing. My God, every inch of her was gorgeous, especially her magnificent tits and the longest legs I’d ever seen on a woman. As I admired her bod, she lay back between the place settings and raised those endless gams over my shoulders. Now I was staring at her shaved pussy. I was about to devour the glistening pink clit peeking at me when she picked up the champagne bottle perched in a bucket of ice.

Except for low-carb beer, I hadn’t consumed any alcohol in a year and hadn’t had pussy even longer. The combination made me ravenous. When Liza poured some bubbly over her snatch, I attacked like a wild man, lapping up every drop. I even spread her meaty flaps so she could pour champagne directly into her fuck tunnel. When the babe climaxed, she ejaculated a fuckin’ fountain of pussy jizz.

I’ve got to say it felt good to make a girl come so hard. By the way, Liza’s cunt was so delicious, I was about to spray as well. She stopped me before I could and pushed me back. Liza scampered away, and when she returned, her arms were laden with jars, bowls, bottles and cans of food! I was all smiles.

After meticulously arranging everything, she tore off all my clothes and pushed me facedown on the table. That’s when she did those wonderful things I mentioned earlier. Yes, cool champagne bubbled into my asshole, and her hot tongue licked it up. Incredible.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Liza reaching for the butter dish and greasing up her fingers. Then she slipped her hand around my throbbing boner and began stroking it. I’d never felt anything like this before—a horny woman’s tongue jabbing into my anus, her slick fist squeezing my cock, her huge, warm boobs pressing into my back.

Soon my nuts got tight, and I knew I was going to come any second. Liza knew it too. She took a can of whipped cream, lay back on the floor and blasted her bald slit with the nozzle. With a naughty grin she invited me to join her, and I rammed my stiff dick into her cream-filled pussy. It was cold and hot all at the same time. Liza’s ankles locked around my back, and then I was fucking this tall goddess, nursing on her tall, taut nipples.

Her cunt clutched my shooter, and before long I sprayed my cream into the whipped cream. Of course, I lapped it back out—and, yes, it was tasty! As I chowed down, Liza had her second orgasm of the evening.

A little later we finally ate dinner. Forgoing dinnerware, the two of us nibbled food off each other’s body before heading to her bedroom for more great sex.

It’s two months later now, and despite our shared food fetish, neither of us has gained an ounce. After all, sex is the best exercise in the world.

[Glen2712]

Fulfillment Anonymous

Someone’s unmistakable cock bulge was rubbing against my ass....

Here’s how it began. I was pushed up against the stage as the Vote for Change Tour came to town. Pearl Jam had just started playing, and everyone around me was going fuckin’ crazy. That’s when I felt a hard, long throbber pressing into my butt crack. At first I figured it was Mark, the guy I’d hooked up with the night before and who’d asked me to be his “date” for the concert. I started to look around to make sure, and then I suddenly stopped myself.

The heavy-metal music was pulsing through my body, and everyone was packed in tight. One of my favorite fantasies has always been to get taken by a stranger from behind—at the horse races or a football game or somewhere like that—in the middle of a crowd. Anonymous, sweaty, dangerous sex. It sure made for thigh-trembling orgasms whenever I masturbated.

To tell you the truth, I was reasonably sure it was Mark. I mean, who else would have the nerve to rub his pecker against my tush? But the lump felt harder and longer than the one I remembered from my only night with Mark.

A warm tingling—a trembling actually—stirred deep in my snatch. The next time the guy jammed against me, I pressed back. All I had on was a thong beneath a gauzy summer dress. For a second I trapped that fat cock bulge in the cleft and held it.

The bass pattern started getting to me. I started feeling it in my clit. It probably had something to do with the jay I’d smoked with Mark on the way to the concert hall, but fuck, I was horny!

Everyone was screaming, all eyes glued to the stage. So I figured what the hell? How often do you get a chance to break out of a boring 9-to-5 life and fulfill a smoldering sex fantasy? So I coyly lifted my skirt over my round ass.

Immediately I felt denim. For a brief instant I was separated from faceless fellow behind me, and the next time we touched, there was nothing but hot, naked cock-flesh prodding my bodacious globes. Damn, that felt good. The ridge of the stranger’s prick cap brushed over my asshole, and I was hooked. Past the point of no return, I didn’t even want to know who I was about to fuck.

My dream lover wrapped a muscular arm around my waist as his thick, hot knob speared my cunt lips. Then he kissed, lightly tongued and breathed on the back of my neck. It was the wildest thing I’d ever done in my 25 years! With the throbbing bass drone moving my body, a stud’s hammer hitting my G spot, it was easy to give in.

As two big, rough paws tore at the top of my dress and dug into my heavy mambos, I looked down. I watched manly fingers scissor my taut spigots and felt a sharp ache in my clit. Some kind of class ring was twinkling on the middle finger, and I tried to recall if Mark had been wearing one. I also wondered if his hands had felt this big! Whatever, a shiver played through my spine as Pearl Jam’s guitarist rocked into an amazing, fuckin’ counter-rhythm, and my juices flowed over that log jammed in my twat.

Reaching back, I grabbed his ass in both hands and shut my eyes tight. His enormous rod stayed deep inside me as I came. My cunt clutching the shaft, semen trickled down my thighs, and I fell limp against his strong frame.

When the guy started dicking me again, it was with pure brute strength and a pounding rhythm. He took my breath away. This time I wanted to feel him spray lines of jizz over my bare tush, was hoping he’d come that way, whoever the hell he was. So as soon as I felt him spasming, I pulled forward till he was showering my butt cheeks with cum, coating my cherry asshole to boot. When I opened my eyes, I swear I saw the bass player winking at me.

And then nothing. Air brushed over my naked derriere. The fucking had stopped so abruptly, I lurched around— at least as much as the throng would allow. No Mark. In fact, no man at all. Two groupie types were behind me now, jumping up and down.

I didn’t catch up to Mark until after the last encore, on the way to the parking lot. He apologized for disappearing on me, mumbling something about getting jostled by the crowd. I looked down and noticed that there wasn’t a ring on any of his fingers. My pussy tingled again.

[Glen2712]

Aching for Arches

Her soft, slick arches cradled my cock, and slowly—so fuckin’ slowly—her feet started sliding up and down, jacking my log. Sometimes her toes would nuzzle my balls, and every now and then my asshole. I was in ped heaven.

I had never really been into feet until I met Linh. The thought never crossed my mind. Sure, I probably appreciated shapely legs and spike heels more than the average man. But I’d never possessed any idea how good it would feel to fuck peds—to suck on each individual toe, savor every digit. To have a girl walk on my cock.

In Chicago yet again on another fuckin’ business trip, I started feeling miss-my-mangy-mutt lonely in my hotel room. So for something to do, I took a walk. That’s when I spotted the massage parlor, with a tasteful facade advertising relaxation therapy. Suddenly the thought of some sweet, young thing massaging my aches away became very appealing.

Linh turned out to be my “relaxation therapist,” a tiny 18-year-old Vietnamese girl with amazing feet. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

It started like any regular massage session, with me on my belly on the table, down to just my boxers. Wearing a kimono, Linh moved her small, skillful hands over my body, kneading and massaging me to total, blissful relaxation.

Every single muscle went limp, except for my cock, which stubbornly refused to stay soft. Hell, I hadn’t felt a woman’s touch in over a month, and those soft hands smoothing down my back felt so damn good. Slowly Linh worked her way down to my butt cheeks, rubbing, kneading. She leaned over me so closely, I could feel her heat. I was getting the distinct impression the therapist might be willing to go farther than just a standard massage.

When she told me to roll over, it was obvious I was game for whatever the doll had in mind. My cock was a fuckin’ flagpole in my boxers. It made her smile.

“You like more?” the exotic creature purred sweetly, twirling strands of long black hair around her finger. My answer was simply to roll off the table, extract two Franklins from my wallet and tuck them into a pocket of Linh’s kimono.

Linh seductively slipped off the robe, along with her dainty slippers. Naked, she was pure perfection—small, firm breasts, girlish hips, shaved nookie. Mmmm.

When the masseuse tugged off my boxers, I thought she’d mouth my throbber. What she did was completely different. Light as air, she hopped up onto the table and stood straddling my body, a foot on either side of my thighs. The view of her coral-pink pussy lips made my mouth water.

I didn’t quite get what Linh was up to until she stepped onto my legs. Planting a petite ped on each thigh, she balanced there for a second. The girl couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. Just a gentle, firm, insistent pressure.

Then she started walking on my pecker, her arches molding around my shaft, her toes nuzzling my nut-sac. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the sensations. It was a touch painful at times, but even that turned to pleasure.

Next she trampled my hairy chest and tweaked my nipples between her toes. By the time she reached my neck, I wanted to come so badly. Hearing my moans. Linh silenced me by stuffing five toes into my mouth! They tasted musky, earthy and so addictive that my lips were sore from sucking by the time she made her way back down to my throbbing cock.

Sitting on my ankles, the naked Asian rubbed massage oil into her soles, spread it over both gorgeous size-5s and slathered the stuff over my shooter. Everything glistened with oil. After pressing her feet around my fat shaft, Linh stopped and smiled. Her arches pushed tighter and tighter around my prod, crushing, squeezing. Finally, those sexy steppers started jacking my log.

Fuck, to me it felt better than a hot, tight pussy, pressuring the jizz up from my balls until I couldn’t fuckin’ stand it anymore! Streams of hot semen jetted onto my stomach, where Linh swished it around with her incredibly talented toes.

When Linh brought those toes to my mouth, I couldn’t refuse. I lapped off my jism, and you know what? The flavor was delicious.

So, anyway, as I’m sure you know by now, I’m no longer lonely in Chicago.

[Glen2712]

My Wife Is a Lesbian

The best sex of my life? The night I came home from a guys night out only to discover that it was girls night in. As I opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen, I could already hear the moaning. When I climbed the stairs, I saw Mia—my new wife!—in bed, her tight ass high in the air, with her best friend Ally lapping her rosebud. I pulled back before they could see me.

Fuck! That was a surprise. I guess I really hadn’t known Mia for all that long—six months is all. And come to think of it, I was always catching her looking at girls. At first I just thought it was some friendly female-competition thing. Now I could see otherwise.

To tell you the truth, catching them like that, spying on them, was turning me on. My body knew exactly what to think about it. My cock immediately grew diamond-hard, pulsing against my zipper. Carefully I leaned forward to peek through the crack in the door.

They’d changed positions. Mia’s long, lithe body was now arching up off the mattress, her legs wrapped around her friend’s neck. Dammit, I couldn’t see my wife’s snatch very well, hidden as it was by her lover’s head. If I inched forward a tad more, I could make out the other woman’s tongue dicking between Mia’s pink labes.

Talk about hot! In seconds I was fisting my throbber. I’d had no idea what a thrill it would be just to watch. Ally’s raven hair and pale curves looked striking against my beautiful wife’s golden curls and surfer-girl body—exciting.

Moaning and screaming “Fuck!,” Mia came till her pussy juice was dripping down Ally’s cheeks. Wow! Pushing my pants down to my knees, I started fisting a little faster. My other hand got busy squeezing my nut sac.

The girls were kissing now, and my wife was licking her own love jizz from Ally’s face. Next they began idly fingering the other’s slick cunt, tracing the pink folds, rubbing clits. Soon it wasn’t so idly anymore. They were adding fingers. Their kisses grew hungrier.

Moving a finger to my asshole, I rimmed as I jacked. Meanwhile Mia pulled a strap-on out from under a pillow. And then I was spraying the door frame. It was impossible not to make noise. Fact is, as I was coming, I fell into the room, my pants still tangled around my knees.

Mia’s reaction? She asked if I wanted to fuck her best friend! Apparently they’d planned this whole thing! Ally nodded at me, smiling. Now how many wives offer their husbands a little extra pussy? Incredibly tight, athletic pussy, as it turned out.

Giving me a loving kiss, Mia spread her buddy’s twat flaps with her fingers and then guided my crown into hot kitty. Of course, my wife wasn’t about to be left out. I was fucking Ally doggy-style—long, smooth, deep lunges—when Mia buckled the strap-on around Ally’s hips. Moving in front of her friend, my luscious newlywed backed onto that fat purple phallus. Suddenly we were all fucking.

Ally jammed into my wife. I slammed into Ally. It didn’t take us but two strokes to establish a rhythm. Tight cunt muscles squeezed my log on every in stroke, held on to my poker on every out stroke. My balls were smacking against Ally’s snizz by the time my spunk pulsed into her quim.

I was the first one to come. So I got to watch the two girls keep at it. Soon their bodies were trembling together. As the nymphos moaned and kissed and came, I was getting my third boner. Unbelievable!

What an awesome experience! But to tell you the truth—and I know this sounds strange—I think my favorite part was watching. I’ve never come so hard!

Now knowing how much of a voyeur she married, my horny wife arranges private peep shows for me. Days or weeks or even months will go by without incident. But then I’ll come home one night to find Mia with one of her gal pals.

My favorite is Rene, because she likes it a little kinky. Rene ties my better half to the bed with stockings and tickles her with a feather. On those nights I’m thoughtfully left a feather in the hallway. I tease and tickle my wedding tackle while I spy on my wife. Can you see why I love this girl?

[Glen2712]

Easy Anal

The second his tongue touched my rosebud, I felt a tingle. Mark lapped slow circles over my asshole, tongued up and down the crevice, and the tingling spread from my tush to my pussy, then all through me.

For three weeks my husband had been coaxing me to try anal sex. And with me being eight full, awkward months pregnant, it did seem sensible. Straight sex, especially missionary-style, wasn’t very comfortable anymore. Then again, my past experiences with anal weren’t comfortable either.

I was 18 at the time, had a too-young boyfriend with a too-big cock, and he hadn’t a damn clue what to do. Mark promised me it wouldn’t be that way at all with him. He promised me I’d actually learn to love a good ass-fuck if I just gave him a chance. Now he was setting out to prove it.

I was floating on a cloud of pillows, my husband rimming my anus. Suddenly that fat tongue pushed inside me! God, that felt fuckin’ good! Had me pressing my clit into the pillows. With Mark’s tongue jamming in and out of my bung, I started rocking. The more he gave me, the more I wanted. Soon his tongue wasn’t enough. I was moaning softly. My clit pulsed, and my heavy breasts ached. I needed to come.

At the exact same time that he was easing his tongue out of my browneye, Mark pushed in a lubed finger—slipped it in right alongside his taster! The man never gave my rosebud a chance to feel empty. Definitely knowing what he was doing, my husband began with small, slow jabs—just a gentle in-and-out rhythm. As he was adding a second digit, Mark reached around to play with my half-inch-long clit.

Holding my trigger between thumb and forefinger, he jacked it like a little cock, milked it as his fingers kept stretching my shitter. Fuckin’ incredible! Every now and then his tongue would lap inside my butt cleft. The tingling grew intense.

“Are you ready, baby?” he groaned. “Look how hard you’ve made me, you and your beautiful, tight ass. God, you’re sexy. I want to fuck you so bad.”

I love a man who talks dirty, and Mark knows that. I pushed my bottom higher, stuffed a second pillow under my pussy bush and hissed, “Please…dammit…cock!” Still, I didn’t dare look.

Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt his warm, slick knob pressing against my sphincters—a slow, steady, gentle pressure that made me want to feel him deep inside my bowels. An inch or two in, Mark reached around to tweak my nipples.

Of course, my breasts had changed with pregnancy, especially my boob buds. They were longer now, fatter, and so damn sensitive. I knew for a fact that Mark couldn’t wait for them to fill with milk. I’d seen the titty mags stacked up in the back of the closet, the pages dog-eared to photos of naked milkmaids.

So, as his delightful woody eased into my nether region, I started talking dirty back to hubby. I told him how, after the baby, I was going to let him suckle me while we fucked. In detail I described how I was going to spray warm mama’s milk over his cock.

Immediately the fuck grew ever more urgent. His thick dick was now jamming into my ass all the way to the base, and his nut sac slapped my swollen pussy lips. Fuck! I’d never felt so full.

Breathing hard against the back of my neck, Mark waited a second or three to allow me to get used to his throbber. Finally, still twisting my spigots, he started pounding away—short jabs at first, then slow, deep lunges until that shivery, quivery feeling welled up in my pussy, and I was coming.

The climax was a monster—it fuckin’ consumed me, had me trembling and clawing at the bedsheets. But Mark kept on thrusting till the orgasm turned multiple, and I was screaming for him to splatter his jizz all over my ass cheeks. Seconds later he sprayed my bum with lines of warm spunk and rubbed them into my skin.

I lay there wallowing for minutes afterward, totally content—absolutely convinced that ass-loving’s the best sex ever! Trust me, ladies, you have got to try it! Just read this letter to your boyfriend or husband first.

[Glen2712]

Pussy Jackpot

It wasn’t my first threesome, just the best—even better than the ones I’d read about in HUSTLER. Naked as jaybirds, Val and Aggie were lapping sticky jism from each other’s body. Room service was on the way up with a bottle of pricey champagne, and earlier I’d cleaned up at the craps table like you can’t believe.

God, I love Las Vegas! Bright lights. Money. Liquor. Sluts. What other city can turn prim, reserved lawyers and executive assistants into outright nymphomaniacs?

I had been an unbelievably lucky guy all day; so when a slinky blonde and exotic brunette swished on up to the craps table—all curves and slinky gowns, smoking Cuban cigars and wafting perfume—I started to make a few bets for the ladies. Stupid, ballsy bets, I’ll admit, but I was winning! When two hard eights in a row paid off, the three of us decided we’d better stop and celebrate with a J up in my newly comped room.

My new friends and I were at the cashier’s cage when each lady grabbed one of my butt cheeks and squeezed. In the elevator on the way up to the room, they began necking. I’m sure a security camera got an eyeful of Aggie sucking on Val’s breast in the hallway while the horny chicks waited for me to unlock the door. I’d fuckin’ hit the jackpot! Vegas.…

Once inside, the two lovelies made me sit still on the bed while they put on a little strip show for me, giggling. First they made me promise not to touch myself, and for some reason that made it hotter, feeling my pecker throb and pulse against my pants. God, they were sexy!

Fair-haired Val enjoyed being submissive, while Aggie got off on attacking her friend’s boob. The tawny fox damn near fit the entire ta-ta in her mouth, and her cheeks hollowed in suction. The brunette’s fingers moved down to Val’s smooth-shaved snizz and spread those fat labes till I could see pink glistening with pussy juice. For a few lingering moments an index finger drew circles around the blonde’s asshole, then disappeared inside. Val shuddered and bit her lip.

Fuck this watching/no-touching bullshit! I couldn’t stand it. So I got up and literally showered the girls in $50 bills. I had 16 grand in a thick stack of brand-new fifties. They went crazy, squealing and rolling their naked bodies in the money. They pulled me down with them and had me bare-assed in a minute flat.

You ever feel two tongues on your fuckstick—licking, lapping, poking into your piss slit? Ever get your dick swallowed and your nuts sucked at the same time? I did. Then I lunged my boner into Val’s tight pussy, with Aggie behind me, rimming my asshole. While Val’s cunt muscles clutched my crown, Aggie’s talented tongue swirled round and round my browneye.

When I told them I was ready to come, I withdrew, and the hotties moved in front of me. Val and Aggie started necking again, and soon they hit the jackpot. All I could do after my eruption was watch them lick my sticky jism off their bodies.

When the champagne arrived, the girls danced around for the attendant and gave him a nice tip while I hid in the john. As soon as he split, I drizzled bubbly into Aggie’s hairy pussy and took turns with Val slurping it back up. I poured it over both their clits, and, giggling, they told me it tickled.

Christ, it wasn’t ten minutes before I was hard again. This time I was hoping like hell for some anal. Val or Aggie, didn’t matter to me which one. They both clearly loved fucking. Somehow I managed to do both, ’cause when I started dicking Aggie’s tight rectum, Val got a little jealous. So she moved onto the bed beside her best friend. Picture both girls on their hands and knees, glorious fuckin’ asses high in the air—two incredible, puckered, pink-brown targets.

I long-dicked each tight shit-chute, my nut sac slapping a pair of firm butt cheeks. As if my deep thrusts weren’t enough, Val and Aggie kissed and pinched each other’s nipples while fingering their own pussies and clits. Meanwhile, moving from one sweet bottom to the other, I didn’t know life could be so good.

When I climaxed, it was another monumental explosion. I pulled out of Val’s pooper and sprayed long lines of semen over four gorgeous, round ass globes. Then one last time I watched the luscious floozies lap up my jizz from each other’s bod.

[Glen2712]

A Little Game Called “Intruders”

The first blow surprised me. A tingling warmth spread over my ass globes to my snatch. I was lying in the darkness of my bedroom, tied by my own stockings to the bed. I had been lying there facedown for one, maybe two hours—I don’t know; time moved so slowly. Then, suddenly, Smack!

I couldn’t turn my head quite far enough to see him, and it was so dark. Whack! Whack! He was alternating butt cheeks now, playing with me. He established a sadistic rhythm, slapping each bum-patty hard, then rubbing his rough palm in excruciatingly slow circles over my burning ass flesh. He moved lower, lightly hitting my pussy lips till I was moaning into the mattress and then, finally, begging for his cock.

This really wasn’t what I’d envisioned when I’d hinted—well, flat-out told Jeremy—that we needed to spice things up a little. After two years of dating every Thursday and Saturday, missionary-style only—oh, yeah, and blowjobs—I was starting to get bored. But good old Jeremy surprised me. Instead of getting his feelings all hurt, he’d dreamed up a little game I would come to call “Intruders.”

When he finally rolled me over and retied me a little tighter, I could just make out a skullcap, a fat, familiar cock and a long, black cat-o’-nine-tails dangling over my dripping box. Then came the blindfold.

The tiny strips of leather danced over my skin, from my breasts to the soles of my feet, and slowly back up to my breasts. Christ, I needed cock!

Finally a smooth prick-cap nudged my chin, then my lips. Starting with the crown, I sucked him into my mouth as deep as possible, and felt grateful for doing so. My hands had to be free to grab his buttocks and pull him deeper down my throat, so I struggled against the nylons. I wanted to make him come hard. His cock tasted so good.

But the man wasn’t going to let me taste his love cream. Fucker pulled back before I had the chance. Smack! Something hard and flat—a small paddle maybe—started slapping my labes and clit. My fuck folds felt swollen and hot, and my clit became hair-sensitive. I’d never felt so alive, every nerve heightened to its peak.

When the intruder’s prick finally pushed between my pussy lips, I started coming, and I couldn’t stop. Waves of climax rolled through my body, and it was like I’d melted. I couldn’t stop trembling, and still his billy club kept lunging so fuckin’ deep. His hands moved roughly over my breasts and butt cheeks, squeezing. He pinched my nipples as tight as a vise. My mild-mannered boyfriend had turned into this brazen brute, a real man.

“Please!” I coaxed. “Untie me—just my legs so I can wrap them around your back and pull your cock in deeper. I want to feel your cum so bad!” He abruptly stopped drilling my snatch. For a few interminable seconds I panicked. My pussy went from being stretched full of pulsing, thick fuck-meat to—nothing, empty. What if he just stopped and left me there?

He let me sweat it for seconds more, a seeming eternity, before I felt his hands at my ankles, untying the stockings. Thank God! Then he tore off the blindfold.

He raised my legs over his broad shoulders, and I watched his beautiful cock disappear into my pink. Long, deep lunges, and fast. With every thrust, my intruder spanked my tush hard. I’ve never come so fuckin’ good in my life! I thought I might pass out, but I definitely remember the sight of that fuck-stick when he pulled out and sprayed lines of jism over my quivering ta-tas.

Then, suddenly, the fiend was my Jeremy again, planting light kisses all over my face and smoothing my hair. He gently lifted each of my fat tits to my lips and watched me lap off his creamy spunk. Once he’d untied my wrists, he bathed me in water silky with bath oil and patted me dry. We then made warm, easy love for the rest of the night.

Next week it’s my turn to make things exciting. I’ve seen the lez magazines hidden under Jeremy’s mattress. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve always kind of had a thing for girl-girl stuff too. I’m thinking maybe I’ll seduce this little blonde down the street and arrange things just right so Jeremy catches us. I can’t wait.


I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Val and Aggie had hightailed it. Surprisingly I still had all of my money! Of course, I should have quit while I was ahead. The next evening, Lady Luck spat on me at the same damn table that had been so kind 24 hours earlier. I ended up losing most of the 16 grand. Still, there’s nothing like Las Vegas.

[Glen2712]

Urine Luck

She pissed all over my butt cheeks, warm urine gushing into my ass crack, flowing over my nuts. It was my first date with Anna, and to tell the truth, I hadn’t known what to expect—certainly not a girl who could kick my ass at last-pocket, drink me under the table, quote Raymond Carver, and piss all over my butt.

She’d always seemed a little timid at the office. Still, there was this twinkle in her eyes, a little giggle when talk around the water cooler turned lewd. And sometimes she’d throw me a wink. Then there were the stockings and garters she wore beneath her skirts, the lacy, black bras under white shirts. So I asked her out for drinks and dinner Friday night. And, well, one thing led to another.

Drinks led to shots, which inevitably led to a giggling visit to Arnie’s Jiggle Shack, where we stuffed the strippers’ G-strings full of bills and fingered each other beneath the table. Anna grazed her long fingernails up and down my cock bulge, over my prick cap. After that we couldn’t race back to her place fast enough.

She fished my prod out of my pants in the elevator, and I shoved my hand under her skirt, snapping the elastic of her garter against her firm, white tush. Two feet inside her door, she was on her knees, tugging my pants down and tonguing my balls.

Anna had this really nice thing she did, sucking on one heavy nut and then the other, rolling them around in her mouth—before she nursed on my whole ball sac! That’s right, she stuffed both fat jizz orbs into her hot, sucking mouth. When she finally let go, it was slowly, tugging on my pubes with her teeth.

My coworker licked up my shaft with ice-cream laps and tongued circles around my prick cap before ravenously swallowing my beef baton to the base. It was an amazing blowjob! Her throat kept clutching around my cock till I was about to explode. And then she stopped.

She lapped my balls a little more before rising to her feet. Then Anna looked at me with those beautiful, deep-blue eyes and asked me if I wanted to get kinky. That’s when I knew I really liked this girl. I mean, I figured it might get serious. See, I do like a little kink with my sex—spanking, ropes, golden showers— I just hadn’t met many girls who felt the same way. So when I followed her tight, twitching butt cheeks to the bathtub, I was hard—fuckin’ hard.

Which is kind of where we came into this letter: with hot, golden piss trickling over my browneye in the bathtub. When Anna asked me to roll over, I was looking straight up at her pissy-wet snatch. Drops of urine clung to her blond bush and dripped into my mouth. It made me hornier than I’ve ever been before in my life! Gripping her firm thighs, I pulled her down to my mouth and lapped up the intoxicating blend of salty pee and creamy pussy-jizz. I sucked on her fat flaps until she was moaning. Then I pushed her down my body to my cock.

Smiling at me, tweaking her long nipples, Anna sank the length of my slammer into her velvety crotch pocket. She switched to pinching my nipples as she rode me. Her tight cunt muscles massaged my throbber. Somehow she knew just when to squeeze me tight, just when to ease off. Soon I thought I’d go crazy if I couldn’t come—right fuckin’ now!

Grabbing her small, firm, round buttocks in my hands, I pulled her down hard. I kept her there as my cum pulsed into her quim, and I trembled. Her own juices were running down my thighs. Anna slowly raised her golden pussy till it was free of my fuckstick and pissed just a little bit more. Now this was everything I wanted in a girl.

Monday morning, when I saw her at the office, she was wearing a suit, and her hair was in a bun. She looked timid as fuck—till she winked at me in the hallway. Which just goes to show, you never can tell about those shy ones.

Later that day Anna suggested that maybe we should work overtime. At six o’clock she met me in the supply closet and rimmed my asshole. I flipped her prim, pinstriped skirt over her hips and spanked her tush with a ruler. I think I’m in love!

[Glen2712]

Santa's Coming

I had to pick up a part-time job so I can afford a nice present for Mama this Christmas; so playing jolly ol’ Saint Nick at the local mall was practical. My first day was great: All the snot-nosed kids were cooperative, and not one of them shat on my red slacks. Having Mrs. Harris, my neighbor and Mama’s good friend, sit on my lap with her two-year-old son was the highlight of the day—she’s a total MILF. She’s 35 and 17 years my senior; I felt pretty studly when she brushed her well-nourished thigh against my crotch and slipped me a note: “Meet me at midnight. My garage.” Score! I thought.

When the clock struck 12, I snuck out of my bedroom window, jumped over the hedges and slithered into Mrs. Harris’s garage through the side door. Once she caught sight of me, the giddy bitch sprinted toward my hard-on, caressing it with anticipation. “What’s up, Derek? Would you like to sample some mature ass?” she hissed. I took that as a rhetorical question, since she gave me no time to answer. The lusty, middle-age strumpet immediately turned around, lifted her blue, lace nightie and waved her meaty, white butt at my dick, then backed up and rubbed against it. Mrs. Harris’s tenacious rump massaged my wiener like a Thai mail-order bride on Ecstasy. I grabbed her hips and wedged my still-clothed boner further up her naked crack. My throbbing lap mallet felt pleasantly warm in the recesses of her crap cleavage, even through my Levis; so I dry humped her backside for a good 20 minutes, till she couldn’t stand the tease anymore.

The ravenous nympho turned around and clawed at my belt buckle and zipper to extract the alert anaconda in my pants. Wide-eyed and ready for action, she spanked her own rump and spread her shit pillows far apart, cuing me to drill her poop chute. I pushed her against her ’85 Ford pick-up and slapped my meat wand against her glutei five times (for good luck) before stabbing her gaping a-hole with it. Her juicy hams enveloped my hillbilly willy with no problem. I pumped her colon with unbridled voracity, watching her size-D breasts smash up against the bed of her truck like Idaho potatoes. The wedded wench tightened her bunghole with each stroke, causing my stiffy to harden even more. “Oooo-ey! Mother of Jebus, have mercy!” I moaned. With that incantation, the blue-eyed slut rammed four of her French manicured fingers up her secreting twat.

She worked herself into a frenzy and was considerate enough to keep her sphincter tightened on my behalf. Meanwhile, the busty broad was soaked to the elbow in her own musty clam juice. The squishy sounds from her ginch and the guttural croaks that arose from her throat signaled an onslaught of orgasmic fits. Blond locks flailing everywhere, she went into a half-alarming seizure, followed by short tremors of self-gratification. After catching her breath, she withdrew her pungent phalanges and gently placed them between her red lips, licking and sucking them as I continued to ream her rear end. While she slobbered all over herself, I clasped her long, blond hair from the bottom, curled it around my fist three times and pulled hard. I rode her as if I were a cowboy barebacking a bull. She bucked against my schwang, gyrating like a possessed maniac.

Suddenly, she yanked my pecker out of her back door, dropped to all fours and polished it with her hot tongue. With all the experience she’s had, she sure was a bonafide cocksucker: Her lips wrapped tightly around my beef stick as she grunted in delight. The maternal slattern rotated her agile tongue, concentrating on my engorged cock head. After mouth-fucking the seasoned chippie for a good 15 minutes, I pulled out my spasmodic rod and nutted in her eye. Bull’s-eye! I thought to myself, my mouth curling into the most diabolical grin. In response, the bitch slapped my face, threw a $100 bill at me and kicked me out of her garage.

Mrs. Harris must have figured out that I needed the cash, since I was working such a lame part-time job. With the money she so kindly donated and the scratch from my Santa gig, I can buy Mama that gold plated beer helmet she’s always dreamed about.

[Glen2712]

Humpy Holidays

The holiday season is supposed to bring family members closer, and it has for me, so far. This past Christmas season I finally forgave my big brother, Jess, for breaking my barbecue last summer; so we began talking again, and his wife, Brandi, was thrilled about it. However, I felt the necessity to vindicate his wrongdoing—for my own sake. As soon as Jess left to do some Christmas shopping one bright December morning, his wife called me over to help her put up the decorations. I was there in no time. She was already waiting for me on the porch as I pulled into their driveway. Brandi greeted me with a tight hug and a pinch on the ass. Leering at me like a ten-dollar whore during Fleet Week, she led me into the house, swishing her luscious hips. “Do you mind hanging up the lights for me?” she asked, handing me a rope of colorful bulbs. “Not at all,” I replied. She bent over to plug them in for a test-run, and I couldn’t help but check out what my bro’s bitch had to offer.

The raven-haired broad was wearing a tight, velour sweatsuit that screamed “feel me,” and without hesitation I slid my middle finger from the crack of her ass to her soft cooter. I popped the hardest wood ever. Brandi, apparently enjoying my digital ministrations, remained in the arced position while my finger coasted up and down her highway of lust. I aroused the hootchie to the point where her pants were soaked.

“Let me help you with that—and keep going,” she whispered, pulling down her velvety drawers. This time, I rubbed her juices all over her thick nether lips and inner thighs. I bent down to take a whiff of her dripping cunt and licked her clean, digging my tongue into her ripe muff as she smeared her cooch nog all over my goatee. Obviously bereft of any morals, the slut turned around to unwrap her early present. Randy Brandi tore at my jeans and gulped down my entire Yule log with one swig.

The horny little chippy sucked my schwang like a parched leech. Her tongue slithered up and down my shaft, and she juggled my balls in her yap every few seconds to change the pace. Noticing that a puddle of her pussy goo had accumulated on their kitchen floor, I decided that she needed a break from the hoovering she was giving me; so I pulled her head away from my boner and shoved it into her pool of love juice. “Lick it,” I demanded. She lapped her own stew while I scooped up a handful and smothered it all over her warm pie. I couldn’t wait to stuff my tube steak into her poontang.

I lifted her delicious, medium-built frame and plopped her onto the tile countertop. Brandi’s healthy ass cheeks landed with a loud clap, and her milk jugs jiggled violently in the aftershock. Her demonic black eyes held my gaze as I fingered her dripping hole and bulbous clit to keep her holiday pudding flowing. Going in with the full intention of outdoing my brother, I primed my man-meat and filled her pussy to the hilt, shoving my snake so far up I may have bruised her tonsils. Every inch of her twat wrapped snuggly around my schlong like a Kwanzaa headdress. “You’re so much better than my husband,” the whore yelped.

Grabbing on to her thighs for leverage, I rammed my pud into her with a literal vengeance. My sister-in-law shuddered rhythmically to the sound of our flesh colliding. She screamed uncontrollably, and I feared their neighbors would hear her cries of ecstasy; so I slapped her trap a couple of times to shut her up. That only got her more excited. The chickie’s hot crotch pocket gushed a torrent of punani froth, which dripped down her meaty taint. Knowing it was the surefire way to quiet her down, I pulled out my hefty dong and stuck it in the wailing tramp’s mouth. In an instant, my balls grew numb, and I decorated the nympho’s face with a string of gleaming jizz. She smeared my ball batter all over herself and licked her fingers clean afterward. I was proud of my handiwork; so I gave myself a nod of approval, pulled up my pants and proceeded to hang up
the lights.

Jess came home without suspecting anything. All I know is that I feel a whole lot better knowing that I got him back for fucking up my grill. Maybe I won’t fuck his wife again this Christmas.

[Glen2712]

The Big Sleazy

I’ve always been a modest girl. However, I abandoned every shred of decency when my boyfriend and I took a trip to New Orleans to celebrate Mardi Gras this year.

In preparation for a good time that Fat Tuesday, I slid on a pair of black fishnet thigh-highs, which were suspended by a lace garter belt. Franz almost suffocated in his own drool as he watched me dress. “Don’t bother wearing any underwear,” he playfully instructed. I complied, going commando underneath a pink ruffle skirt and sheer black pullover. I slipped into a pair of hot-pink stilettos and donned silver dangle earrings to complement the sexy outfit. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous,” Franz said as he slapped my ass. I gave him a wet smooch before heading out for the evening.

We hit the French Quarter immediately, imbibing 190 Octanes alongside a group of very friendly strangers in some jam-packed, godforsaken dive. In short order I was tipsy and swaying to the hypnotic sounds of the raw bass notes that echoed from the Bourbon St. Blues Company across the street. Lured by the Milt Hintonlike riffs that throbbed in the thick air, I quickly exited the pub.

Instantly, I felt a surge of sensuality while dancing on the crowded sidewalk. I squeezed my breasts and rubbed my body as the musician plucked a bluesy tune. Soon an audience decorated with beads and masks had gathered around me. I motioned for Franz to come dance. He obliged, standing close behind me, his hot breath on my neck as we rocked from side to side. He stroked the back of my legs and lifted my skirt to clutch my perfectly round, bare butt, his fingers grazing my warm, dewy outer lips. The audience cheered us on but seemed miles away. Only the sweet sound of the fluttering high hat and the heavy bass rang clear.

Franz was fingering my wet gash, and I bent over to provide better access, swinging my hips to the lovely melody as his wriggling digits probed my hole more determinedly. A couple of handsome bystanders hung brightly colored beads around my neck, which encouraged Franz to finger-fuck me until I felt a fire burn in my loin. A tide of cooch juice oozed down his hands. It teased us both, and we wanted more.

Franz unbuttoned his khakis, smearing his swollen member with my slit-sap. A drum solo reverberated from within the bar, taunting me to suck Franz’s sausage dry. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his manhood. Young lasses hooted and threw necklaces at Franz as I bobbed my head on his schlong. Franz issued a satisfied grunt and grabbed the beads around my neck, yanking my head forward to accommodate the nut parfait plunging into my throat. As the last drops of ball paste trickled down my gullet, the drum solo ended with a fervent strike of the cymbal. I stood up and gave Franz a passionate French kiss, apropos of the occasion, when I suddenly felt the pressure of tender hands around my waist.

I turned to meet the eyes of a siren; we were stricken with each other’s beauty: I could tell she was a local, of Creole descent, but even before we could formally introduce ourselves, we kissed. Her soft tongue curled around mine while I groped her bodacious rump. “I’m Adrienne Boudreaux,” she finally said. “Feed me your pussy.” Before I could even say my name, the mocha-skinned stunner had already prostrated herself. I watched her head move under my skirt, her tongue massaging my clit intensely. I threw my head back, and Franz stood proud, savoring the moment like a father does while watching his little girl ride her bike for the first time without training wheels.

An Afro-Cuban beat wafted from the club, prompting Adrienne to munch harder on my clam. As she zealously ate my flesh burrow, she nudged me onto an antique wrought-iron bench; I shuddered as the cold metal connected with my sweat-beaded skin. Sitting with my legs spread apart in the air, I noticed that a rowdy group had congregated around us. Conga drums beat furiously in the background while Franz came out with a bottle of champagne. He poured the bubbly over my pink folds as Adrienne continued to dine on my punani. No longer able to hold back my climax, I exploded, gushing a wave of girl froth into her mouth. The dusky gash-gobbler drank every drop, and we smiled at each other, pausing to enjoy the moment that concluded our aventure du dйsir. The three of us had the pleasure of keeping one another’s company for the rest of the evening; but once Mardis Gras ended, Franz and I headed home, gleaming with our newfound appreciation for Lent.

[Glen2712]

Doja Flue

Carly is my favorite waitress at the local health-food cafe. She’s a 21-year-old college senior with long, straight, sandy-colored hair and shockingly huge knockers for such a petite piece of ass. I love watching her tits sway back and forth as she trundles the heavy urns of lentil chowder out to the salad bar. Carly reminds me of the idealistic, denim-clad dames I used to ball back in the mid-’70s, when I was swinging.

One day recently, after Carly delivered my barbecued wheat-meat sandwich, my little minx withdrew a folded piece of acid-free recycled paper from her bosom and set it next to my plate. The patchouli-scented note read, “Meet me in one hour at the address below, and be ready 4 fun!”

My jimmy was standing tall in my trousers when I pulled up to Carly’s place just a short time later. Damn, the cedar A-frame house in the woods looked awfully familiar. Anyhow, I had a grin on my face and a huge load of spunk churning in my balls as I rang the bell.

“Oh, Walter, you made it,” Carly gushed. I gasped; my little hippie mama was no longer plain like brown rice—she was wrapped in a red, silk kimono and had a Virgo medallion around her neck.

“Check out my mom’s old duds,” said Carly as she flung her arms around my torso. “Hmmm,” I mumbled. I ran my hands down Carly’s smooth back and grasped her dainty little ass. She shrieked as I grabbed her and laid her down on the rug, ravaging her neck with sloppy kisses. “Give it to me,” she goaded, clutching at my cum-swollen nuts through my jeans.

I kissed down around her tender titties and sucked a nipple into my mouth. The milk nubbin was hot, and it throbbed gently as I rolled my tongue over the areola. “Oh, that makes my pussy so wet!” Carly cried.

I lowered her batik bikini briefs. Not surprisingly, Carly was going for the retro look down below too. Her silky cunt hair was trimmed but still bushy by 21st-century standards. I lowered my face to her crotch and dragged my snout through her furry jungle, then spread her pussy lips and crammed my tongue into her slit.

My nubile fuck toy was bucking her hips wildly. “Screw me, screw me,” was her horny mantra. Heeding her pleas, I wrenched my stiff pud out of my jeans and aimed its bulbous head at her girl hole. She squealed when she felt the tip of my hot rod on her pussy flaps. Then, faster than President Ford pardoned Tricky Dick, I injected my throbbing man-meat into Carly’s coochie.

“Oh, Jesus-Hitler-Buddha-Koresh, yes!” my fuck puppet babbled. Carly was ecstatic now. I rammed away at her pussy walls for what seemed like an hour, getting us both drenched and sweaty. I even put her in some Kama Sutra positions I remembered from back in the day.

We were both getting close to orgasm, so I withdrew my prick from her steamy cunny and propped the tip of my pud up against her tender bunghole. The resistance I encountered immediately took me to a higher level.

Apparently, Carly was also experiencing carnal nirvana. “Rape my asshole!” she howled. “Turn it into a pussy!” I squeezed my driver into her browneye; suddenly my hippie mama was a cussing, shrieking sex pig.

That’s when it hit me: the kimono, the potty mouth, the A-frame, the fervent appreciation for anal sex...I had been at Carly’s place once before!

“I’m coming,” my little nookie nymph growled through clenched teeth. Just as she started to climax, I noticed a snapshot on the table nearby—it was my granola-gobbling cock whore as a little girl, standing next to a woman wearing the same vintage kimono.

“I’m coming too!” I yelped. As I pushed Carly’s head into the pillow and deposited a huge load of nut honey into her ass crack, I finally understood why I was flashing back: Carly must be the daughter of that wild lady who gave me a Billy Beer and a blowjob after that all-night anal orgy at the Est center so many years ago.

Sure enough, after my beef crank had softened and plopped out of Carly’s turd channel, she scampered down and cleaned the soupy, spunky residue off my peter with her tongue—just like her mom had done way back when.

“When I love my man, I love the whole man,” she beamed. I wiped some of the errant fudgy scum from the corner of Carly’s mouth and kissed her passionately. Now, more than ever, the world needs to return to this kind of holistic thinking.

[Glen2712]

Community Service

As an auditor, I find crunching numbers during tax season to be as much fun as having your nuts sawed off by a rusty knife. Alcohol seemed the best option for temporary escape one Friday night. Two fellow disgruntled bookkeepers, Chad and Raul, joined me in my quest for stress relief.

The three of us met at the bar, wasting no time on idle chitchat. Twenty shots of Black Bushes later, a sexy blond looker in a tight pantsuit suddenly appeared in front of our table.

“Green building at the end of the block; 3B; 10 sharp,” said the succinct lass, dropping a brass key amid the emptied glasses. It was 9:45 p.m.

“I’ve never been in a gang-bang,” Chad whimpered like a little girl with a scraped knee. “Snap out of it, bitch, and let’s go!” Raul lashed out.

After stumbling down the street, we finally arrived at our destination. Raul carefully inserted the key and opened the door. It was 10 on the dot.

The lingerie-clad blondie was lounging on a king-size bed in the middle of a huge studio. Her gorgeous face beamed with lustful anticipation. “Come here,” the light-skinned seductress said, breaking the silence.

We didn’t exactly know to whom the request was aimed, but Raul jumped at the opportunity, strutting toward her and giving her a sensuous kiss. Slowly, he slid his hand between the anonymous cockhound’s legs, shifting her lace panties to the side. She parted her alabaster legs to accommodate his swarthy manipulation. He rubbed her labes till they shined, then, slipped two fingers in; she panted heavily as her swollen mound swallowed his thick digits. I quietly walked over to the bed as he continued to work her pussy.

Looking at me, she whispered, “Suck my tits.” I raced to unfasten her white bra. Her D-cup jugs spilled out of their holsters and into my eager mouth. My agile tongue flicked her pink nipples, and I drank her milky chest flesh. Meanwhile, the hot tramp motioned Chad to join us.

“Are you hungry?” she inquired politely. “A...a li...little,” the timid numbers-cruncher stammered anxiously. “Bitch! Get over here and eat her ass!” Raul roared.

Chad lowered his head in obeisance and strolled hesitantly toward the bed, but once he engaged in our fuck faction, he gained his composure. “I want you on all fours,” Chad asserted. I momentarily spat out my mouthful of teat meat, shocked at his newfound assertiveness.

The indulgent slattern instantly acquiesced, and we attacked her like a pack of rabid dogs. Chad dove into her asshole, gnawing on her savory browneye with slobbery zeal. Raul slithered underneath. The dusky cockslinger teased his prey, lightly nudging his head in her wet slit a couple of times until finally ramming it up her dripping slot. The pierced siren sprang forward in shock; luckily, her mouth was open when I caught her by plugging my veiny python into her face-pie, helping stabilize her balance.

“Mmm, grrchmmkk, uhrmm!” the golden-haired hussy said in thanks. “Keep that nana coming, baby,” Raul commanded between thrusts. I pushed the dirty damsel’s head further into my crotch, causing her to gag. Her suctionlike hoovering started to make my balls go numb.

Our meat-Barbie issued a few more pleasure-filled snarls while we worked her holes as if trying to strike oil. Chad pounded furiously at her back door, leaving welts on the peaks of her ass cheeks as his flailing pud rendered her shit pit a gaping, purple maw. With a feral grunt, he discharged his seed and splattered her distended colon.

Shortly, my own ball broth started to boil; so with both hands I secured her head while bulldozing into her throat as far as I could, pumping my man-elixir into her stomach. Immediately after drinking my froth, she sat up and began to thrash on Raul’s love rod.

“I’m c...co...commmm...,” she hummed. Raul, gripped by an orgasmic paralysis, hit the jackpot soon after her, spilling his scrotum sludge all over her outer lips. We sat for some moments, soaking in the experience and our communal juices. “Thanks. I really needed that after a long week of canning fugitives,” the professional admitted.

Leaving her studio, I happened to see her law degree hanging on a wall. Apparently, criminal prosecutors need a good ass-screwing every once in a while too. Heading home that night, I felt great that I’d relieved my stress and fulfilled a civic duty.

[Glen2712]

Hole Hog

My Harley-Davidson has been my constant companion since I retired from the fire department last year. Though I still feel young at age 54, I admit that the urge to ride free moves me a helluva lot more than the average cunt these days. Of course, I’m still on the lookout for an exceptional piece of ass. Alas, I rarely spot the kind of platinum poon I require.

So as I guided my 2001 Harley Softail down I-40 toward Albuquerque early one Sunday morning, I didn’t have much on my mind except finding a hot meal and a place to void my bowels. Then, suddenly, a late-model Mustang GT ripped past me with music blaring, the horn screaming and a set of the most banging ass cheeks I’d ever seen hanging out of the open window. A blonde was driving; she looked about 26, and her super-sized boobs were barely held in by a skimpy red bikini top.

“Ride on, motorcycle stud!” she howled. I gave her a thumbs-up and craned to see what her friend—the one flashing her bare butt—looked like. Damn! When that bitch sat up, my eyes nearly popped from my head. She was a brunette like Jessica Alba, complete with pouty “fuck me” lips and luscious young hooters.

“Show me your tits, you sluts!” I called out. The blonde glanced at her friend and then at me. “Right—in your dreams!” the brunette laughed. Then they sped off.

The chicks were really cruising until a big piece of metal debris on the road ripped into the Mustang’s passenger-side tire and blew it out. I narrowly dodged the detritus as the girls pulled off the road. I followed close behind.

As I moseyed over to their vehicle, I heard the brunette sob lightly as she examined the thrashed radial. “Damn it, Tina!” admonished the brassy blonde. “I told you we should have sprung for AAA.”

I sensed that these helpless ladies were ripe for bartering.

“I can change your tire,” I offered, “but you got me so worked up back there on the road, well...I was hoping maybe you could offer me some ‘refreshment’ in exchange.” I brushed my hand across my crotch for emphasis. The girls broke into sly smiles.

Tina opened the car door. “Just get in the back,” the raven-haired trollop snapped at me. “And Crystal—I’m gonna need you too.” I had hit the mother lode—these two were total tramps!

It was crowded in that tiny backseat, so I put my arms around both of the ladies and brought them in close for a threeway smooch. “Y’know, we’re strippers,” Crystal whispered. “We do a lesbian act together.”

“Shit,” I snorted. “Let’s see you two get it on!”

Crystal and Tina effortlessly slipped into dykes-for-hire mode, licking each other’s necks and shoulders before removing their bikini tops. Suddenly I was in the middle of a veritable forest of bulging mammaries.

“Crystal only gets off when I do her clit,” Tina admitted. “And I only get off when a guy crams his pole up my ass.”

“Well, then—get down there and slick me up, bitch!” I growled, pushing her head to my crotch. Tina loosed my lap mallet and slurped it into her eager mouth. “Mmm,” she hummed.

Meanwhile, I helped Crystal wriggle out of her short-shorts. I wasted no time sliding two of my digits into her steaming slot. Soon she was dripping slimy, hot pussy nectar all over my hand.

“Okay, your cock’s wet now,” Tina reported from down below. “Slip this monster into my shitter.”

Crystal assisted me in removing Tina’s moist underwear and lubed her delicate ass pucker with spittle before guiding my hard-as-steel schlong into Tina’s little brown starfish. It was like passing a hot knife through butter—I’ve never experienced a hotter, slicker hole.

While Tina diddled Crystal’s love button, I pumped the brown-haired bitch’s ass slowly. As she loosened up, I went at it faster. Soon, I was pounding the bejeezus out of her backdoor.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come!” I growled. “Oh, gawd—so am I!” Tina yelped, her dirt chute contracting and clenching my spum gun like a sweaty fist.

I grabbed Tina’s tits and pulled her in tight, pumping about five shots of boiling manchowder deep into her quivering colon. Tina reacted by biting down on one of Crystal’s nipples, which sent her lezzie gal pal right over the edge.

As soon as my cock ceased throbbing, I disengaged from Tina’s worked-over sphincter. Crystal shocked the hell out of me when she buried her face between Tina’s shit pillows and felched my cum from her girlfriend’s crack, chugging my load down like a watery oyster.

I changed the gals’ tire lickety-split and my dick felt real happy. As I rode away I thought, That’s the reason “help thy neighbor” is such an important maxim to live by.

[Glen2712]

Clean, Press & Fuck

I used to regard wardrobe maintenance as a joy akin to root-canal surgery. That was before a new dry cleaning facility opened up a few blocks away from my place. The first time I dropped off my dirty laundry, a delectable young missy greeted me from behind the glass counter.

“May I help you?” the ebony-haired beauty inquired. She was five feet tall, brow skinned and had the most inviting legs. Underneath a kid-size wifebeater, she flaunted a pair of braless B-cup tits—the best I’ve seen on the block.

“Two shirts,” I replied. “Where are you from?”

“Cambodia. My name Sukvanly,” she offered with a smile.

The following week I went in with a soiled silk shirt and a dirty sneer. “This one needs your special attention—a good cleaning and pressing,” I directed in my most domineering voice, hoping to drench her panties. When the South Pacific stunner turned around to grab a ticket, I pulled out my trouser ferret, quietly placing it on the counter.

“Oh, and can you hang this up for me?” I continued. She looked, then gasped.

The bronzed lass uttered a few unintelligible words I assume in Cambodian as she walked around the counter to flip the open sign around. Now we’re in business, I thought.

“Gootness, round eye. You make pussy so wet,” the slutty laundress mewed as I prepared to serve her my meat Twinkie on a bed of hair. I lifted the compact cockhound, and she followed suit by pulling up her jean miniskirt, spreading her legs in midair.

“I no have Amelican dick befo,” confessed the sexy filly, “so be vely nice to flower.”

She gave me a sloppy, wet kiss; the tiny minx was a maestro at sucking tongue. It was then that I lowered her onto my aching schlong and slid it into her tight slit. Her pink keyhole gripped my rod so tight, my wanker felt as if it was being siphoned through a drinking straw. I had to pull out to gain composure.

“Sumting wrong? Cambo cooch too good?” she asked, beaming. It sounded like a challenge to me. I shoved my feel-good wand back up her viselike flesh burrow and pumped steadily. Suky’s innocent smile transformed into a twisted leer of titillation. The dainty hussy huffed as her creamy nectar trickled down her thighs, drenching our merged flesh.

She dismounted my long bar and gave me a deep kiss again, then directed me toward the back of the store, saying, “Fahck my asshole here it’s vely hot and smelly. I leally like it.” I wasn’t sure if “hot and smelly” referred to the back room or her starfish, but shit, I was getting laid and wasn’t about to ask questions.

She bent over a pile of filthy garments and grabbed her ankles.

“Eat my butthole. It tastes like sweet rice and mango,” she instructed. Being a trouper, I wriggled my tongue into her clenched shit rings, discovering that they tasted more like spicy honey. As I continued to munch her mouthwatering browneye, the agile nymphet reached between her legs to stroke my swollen manhood with her soft hands.

My breath pungent with her tangy excremental essence, I rose to poke her turd blossom. As I suspected, it was slightly tighter than her girl tunnel. With a little guidance and a gentle shove, my engorged head eventually breached the vacuum lock of her sphincters. The saucy kitten yelped but proceeded to moan once I pushed my whole shaft up her colon. I drove my meat-mast in and out as she held on tighter to her ankles.

“Go fastah, Amelican man. Fastah!” the compact wench screeched as I dribbled her perfectly round rump in my sweaty palms. She was almost out of breath and I was losing control when I felt her shit rings tighten around my schlong; that’s when she grabbed a random pair of pants from the grungy pile next to her and ripped it in half as if she were the Hulk. “Make butt come, yah!” the superstrong maiden grated. The outburst scared the shit out of me for a second, but the pleasure in my scepter was way too distracting. I jettisoned my ball ballast, coating her insides with manchowder. We stood there for a moment, locked in that position until she broke the silence and pulled away from my moist groin.

“Fie dolla for silk shirt. Pick up Fliday,” she snapped, quickly getting back to business. I pulled my pants up, thanked her for her services and bid her adieu.

I like the fact that Suky is a no-frills type of girl. It makes me appreciate the fact that one of my most hated errands is now one of my most loved privileges.

[Glen2712]

Gropes on the Slopes

My weekend trip to Vail, Colorado, was unforgettable. Being confined to a wheelchair due to a recent forklift accident, I insisted on not going, but my friends Les and Wood wouldn’t take no for an answer. They agreed that I’d find something to do. Our wake-up call rang at 8 a.m. Saturday morning, and fresh powder carpeted the hills. While my buddies headed out for an early snowboard run, I sat above the slopes, checking out the view. What I saw was an awe-inspiring pair of white mountains that belonged to Inez, the lodge’s groundskeeper.

“Mornin’!” I nodded in her direction, hoping she’d respond. She was crammed into a pair of tan Dickies that proudly hugged her vivacious rump. Her workman shirt was unbuttoned halfway, exposing deep, creamy cleavage that made me as hard as an icicle. I was mesmerized. All I could think about was titty fucking her and spraying my nut curd all over those babies. “You must be cold stiff,” she said, interrupting my daydream but, thankfully, acknowledging my presence. Still in a daze, I smiled, not realizing that she was referring to the tent pitched on my lap. By the time I figured out what the observant smart-ass meant, she was behind my gimpmobile, pushing me toward a huge pine tree. “Uh, what are you doing?” I inquired, like an idiotic schoolboy. “You need to be warmed up,” the curly-haired brunette quipped. She stared at me with her big, green, Bambilike eyes, waiting for my comeback. An unwitty, “Definitely” was all I could spit out.

As soon as I was parked, the ski lodge seductress pulled down her khakis and climbed aboard my chair, placing her knees on the armrests. She gently laid her snatch on my mouth while her fragrant bush flooded my nostrils. The horny ginch grinded her hips slowly, which then progressed to her gyrating in a circular motion. By this time, my entire face was masked in her caramel-flavored punani sauce. I looked up to enjoy the view of her perfectly round and erect nipples, which were just as hard as my salami. I extended both hands to massage her milky tits; she moaned with pleasure. The fat-racked beauty’s melons felt unbelievably fuckable, which made me want to nestle my schwang between them even more.

My momentary daydream came to a halt when the sopping-wet broad slowly turned, giving me a chance to tongue-fuck her out hole. I salivated like a starved heifer at a Krispy Kreme doughnut shop. The primo snow bunny stuck her fulsome ass cheeks in my face, practically burying my entire head between them. I didn’t mind, mostly because she was the nurturing type of bitch: She reached back, gently pressing and carressing my noggin deeper into her heinie’s crack. Using the second-strongest muscle in my body, I licked and prodded her bum spigot with full concentration, rimming her sphincter in a spiral pattern. The excitable cutie squirmed with delight aloft my happy face and tossed her tresses about, priming me for the booby-fuck of my life.

The sex-crazed nympho slid off my grill and turned around. The bare-assed sex goddess pulled down my pants, uncovering my veiny lap mallet. This clever fox knew the art of deception: She worked her plummy pudenda up and down my shaft, making me believe she was going to plunder it with her baby hole. After she had slickened my snake, the big-teated tease bent down and squeezed her lungs together tightly, creating the most inviting chest ventage I’ve ever seen. The booby-fuck specialist carefully inserted my dong and moved up and down steadily; her sweater meat massaged my aching scrotum pole like 1,000 warm, tiny fingers. The praiseworthy slattern encouraged my excitement with a big smile. My prick throbbed in anticipation of the blast to come, but I wanted to enjoy the best breast sex of my life a little longer. After 15 minutes of titty tobagganing, the thirsty slut picked up speed, bouncing up and down faster, till I could hold it no more. Guiding her mouth directly over my swizzle stick, I urgently jettisoned my ball ballast, sending shivers up my broken spine. The salacious groundskeeper quaffed down every drop; she even sucked the remaining dollops off my wee-wee.

After our satisfying sexcapade, the stacked trollop wheeled me back to where we met and went back to work as if nothing happened. I am glad I decided to go on this trip, and I had to thank my friends for insisting that I tag along. Although I didn’t get to snowboard with Les and Wood, I sure enjoyed slopes of a better kind.

[Glen2712]

Bitching Office Surprise.

My skirt was rolled up to my waist, my panties rolled down my thighs. And there I was, bent over my own desk, slapping my own ass, jamming two highlighters in and out of my snatch. You know how it is. You’re a businesswoman. You work and eat and sleep, and that’s it. Day after day. Week after week. By the time Friday night rolls around, all you have the energy for is booze and bed. Somehow your sex life just slips through the cracks.

Unfortunately, your sex drive doesn’t. So you find yourself alone late on a Thursday evening, masturbating in your office. I was imagining a kinky threesome with two handsome strangers. One was balls deep in my mouth, and I was passionately sucking on his shaft. The other man was slapping my tush, his pecker stretching my asshole. All of a sudden, he started pissing, and piping-hot urine gushed over my rosebud. Oh, my God, I was close. I changed the angle of the highlighters so they rubbed across my clitoris. I was almost there. Fuck, damn! What the hell was that?! I heard a sound—giggling maybe—coming from down the hall. It ruined it for me. I had thought I was alone in the top-floor suite, safe, and now?

I pulled my panties up and my skirt down and went to investigate. The noises seemed to be emanating from my boss’s corner office. Shayla’s a bitch if there ever was one. (You know the type. “My daddy owns the company, so you’d better do as I say. And by the way, did you see my new Lotus?” A Bitch with a capital B.) Shayla’s door was cracked just enough for me to glimpse her and—was that the new janitor with his coveralls puddled around his ankles? Damn! I was about to laugh when I saw the guy’s cock—his incredibly long, hard cock. My pussy fluttered. Stark naked, Shayla was lying back on her mahogany desk, and I had to admit she had an amazing body—all curves, a narrow waist, legs that went on for miles. Bitch! The best tits that money could buy stood high and proud, the nips being teased erect by a feather duster. That’s right. The janitor fanned the wand of plumes slowly over Shayla’s body.

I could imagine hundreds of soft feathers kissing my bare flesh. Mmmm. When the janitor reached the inside of her thighs, Shayla’s giggling turned to heavy breathing. When her clit was dusted, the bitch gasped, then lifted her fine butt cheeks off the mahogany. “Jack, please,” she begged. “I want your cock!” What a sexy role reversal! A rich, powerful businesswoman was begging a menial wage earner for dick. Luckily for me, I had brought along my two highlighters. I licked the caps and shoved those handy office supplies up my cunt, which throbbed in gratitude, squeezing and releasing, while I watched in awe. Jack turned out to be surprisingly creative. Flipping the duster around, he spit on the handle and slowly crammed the wood up Shayla’s poop chute. Then the dude picked up a scrub brush, took some packing tape and secured the makeshift diddler to my boss’s love button. Shayla whimpered deliriously.

Meanwhile, Jack had even more tricks up his sleeve. Wrapping a thumb and forefinger around the base of his magnificent cock, he dick-spanked the glistening pussy at his disposal. When my boss started moaning loudly, the janitor stuffed a rag between her lips. Finally, when Jack was good and ready, he slammed his thick prick up Shayla’s twat in one mighty lunge. God, I bet that felt good! The bitch had a wooden shaft up her ass, bristles scraped her clit every time she moved, and the most beautiful, fat dick I have ever seen was fucking her cooch. A few minutes later I could hear Shayla’s muffled screams as she came. The janitor lasted through two more of Shayla’s thrashing climaxes before pulling out and spray-painting her big ta-tas. That did it for me, and I too got off. I pulled the highlighters out of my pussy and crept back to my office. I guess I could have confronted Shayla the bitch the next day. Probably could have blackmailed my way into a nice raise. Instead, I didn’t say a word to anyone. Fact is, I wanted a piece of that janitor myself. You can guess which one.

[Glen2712]

Carpool Punani

When Toni, the HR chick at the telemarketing company, called and said I got the collections job, I was psyched. Then I started shitting bricks. My car was dead. How the hell was I going to get to their suburban headquarters? “Carpooling! It’s great for the environment,” Toni chimed. “You can ride with me. Be ready at 7:30 a.m.!” I was bleary-eyed the next morning, but I woke up fast when Toni pulled into the driveway. She was a twentysomething African-American hottie with long, black curly hair, shiny lip gloss and huge tits.

As I slipped into her minivan, a few things about Toni struck me right away: She smelled great, she had beautiful, unblemished brown skin, and she was definitely checking out my package.

The other employees we picked up were dreadfully boring, so I spent the entire ride imagining nursing on Toni’s perfect, round milk sacs. Shit, I was gonna come in my khakis!

That first workday went by in a millisecond. I fantasized about digging into luscious Toni’s love taco as I dialed up deadbeat customers. When quitting time came, I did a little dance in my cubicle.

“Okay, let’s hit the road!” Toni said as she maneuvered the van of worker drones into traffic. I was blatantly ogling her on this trip, and she was staring right back.

When we finally arrived back in my driveway, I turned to her and asked, “Damn, are you as horny as I am?” “Maybe more!” Toni cackled. Without adieu, she lunged for my piehole, and soon my tongue was snaking down her esophagus. I may have been a new hire, but I felt like a CEO with her bountiful gazongas grasped in my hands.

Toni laid down between the seats while I sucked on one of her brown nipples, and rolled the other between my thumb and forefinger. “Ooh, baby!” Toni cooed. “You like that, huh?” I whispered as I lowered my fly and let loose my wild trouser serpent. “What do you think about this?”

“Shee-yit!” Toni gasped as she gripped my sizable shaft. She buried my pud in her warm, wet yap, and soon I was all the way down her throat, stabbing her tonsils with my meat dagger. When I finally pulled Toni off of my cock, thick strings of drool stretched from her open mouth to my crotch.

I could have shot a load right there, but I wanted to get a taste of Toni’s tangy tamale before I blew my nut. “Sit on my face, princess!” I hissed. She dutifully complied, kicking her panties off and plopping her twat over my chops.

I lapped her pussy portal with such zeal she was soon bucking up and down and gushing a mighty stream of clam juice. When her wild sexual gyrations threatened to crush my skull, I said, “Okay, Toni, it’s time I’m gonna plow your meat flaps!”

Toni’s face suddenly grew ashen. “Oh, no,” she admonished. “I am saving my precious flower for the man I will be with for the rest of my life!” I was dumbstruck. “You mean I can’t poke your hot box?” I stammered.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she sighed. “My coochie is off limits—but you can always go in the back entrance.” I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but after Toni’s revelation, I could have etched glass with the motherfucker.

I turned her fine ass over and aimed my cock head at the little, brown pucker. My rod was still slick with her saliva, so I gave a heave-ho and shot my pole up her shitter with one powerful thrust. Toni’s tight sphincter gripped my dingus like a firm handshake.

When Toni yelled “I’m fucking coming!” I was ready too. I pulled out as fast as I could and blew what must have been half a cup of nut juice on her smooth back. I collapsed on top of her, and we laid there for awhile before she took off.

The next morning Toni was right on time to pick me up. She had an ear-to-ear smile, and I could still faintly smell the stench of sex in her van. “No commute today,” she said. “I arranged a little off-site training for you, mister.” These are fringe benefits I can live with.

[Glen2712]

Priceless Night to Remember

I opened the door to find two incredibly beautiful females—one black, one white, both tall and lithe, in skintight dresses. A birthday present…to myself. You see, I had dreamed of a threesome since high school. I was 40 now, ensconced in a suite at a Vegas casino, and I was no longer going to deprive myself of my ultimate fantasy, even if it meant paying for it.

After introductions and the necessary arrangements, Lea and Jacklyn seductively stripped, pulled off my robe and admired my cock. Soon I was lying back on the king-size bed, a kneeling girl on each side of me, watching two pink tongues swirling over my boner. And when the dolls reached the tip, they French kissed, a scene straight out of my dreams. Then the ebony beauty, Lea, started tonguing my piss slit, licking up drops of pre-cum, while Jacklyn sank down to play with my teabags. The gorgeous blonde certainly knew what she was doing, lapping my ball sac as her buddy tended to my woody. What followed was some sort of choreographed cocksucking maneuver. Lea hoovered my prick between her lips at the exact same second that Jacklyn suctioned both of my marbles into her mouth and rolled them around on her tongue.

Fuck, I think it was as close as this man will ever get to heaven! Actually, I was discovering that paying for sex has definite privileges. Number 1 was scripting my fantasy any way I pleased: what the harlots looked like, what kind of sex I wanted—oral, vaginal, anal and lesbo. I had paid premium rates for top-of-the-line, all-inclusive service from what was touted as Sin City’s premier escort agency. Happy fucking birthday to me! I was 15 when I lost my virginity to my mother’s best friend. Sixteen, first blowjob. Eighteen, first butt-fuck. Twenty-one when I married a barely legal babe who’d promised me the world sexually—or, to be more specific, around-the-worlds, up the ass, threesomes and orgies. Lying bitch! Twenty-nine when we parted ways “amicably”—minus, of course, my house and the Land Rover.
Going on 40 when I finally decided to start living again. Which brings us to the hotties double-teaming my pecker. Now Jacklyn was fingering my anus, and Lea had sucked me back to her throat, and I’ll admit, it was too good. I couldn’t last any longer. I jizzed buckets. I came hard, and I came fast, but I wasn’t worried. After all, I had all night. I’d paid for it. Sweet Lea swallowed every drop of my jism, except for the mouthful she shared with her capricious pal. And so began Scene 2 of my ultimate fantasy—black-and-white girl-girl lez. The contrast was so striking, mocha and vanilla breasts pressed together, blond hair against raven black. I leaned back into a pillow and watched as Lea pushed Jacklyn face-first into the mattress and began paddling the blonde’s ass with her bare hand!

It wasn’t a part of the script I’d envisioned, but what a pleasant surprise! Jacklyn’s ivory tush turned pink, then red, as my cock turned into granite. I slipped a fist around my hard-on, but why just watch, right? Moving onto my knees behind Lea’s butt cheeks, I pressed my thick fuck stick against her quim. Chocolate spread to shiny pink as her twat clutched the flared helmet and practically sucked the rest of my rod in. Mmmm. Meanwhile, Lea was swirling her taster over Jacklyn’s labes, and the blonde was clawing at the sheets, moaning and writhing with climax. It was better than I’d dreamed, and I was wondering why in the fuck I had waited till my 40th birthday when I felt a hot tongue push into my bunghole, and then I couldn’t think anymore. Lea’s incredible cunt muscles were squeezing my meat from tip to base while Jacklyn was rimming my browneye.

Both ladies were frigging their clits and making little gasping noises. Palming Lea’s breasts, I lunged deep into poontang over and over again. My nuts tightened. I saw sparks, then fireworks, and I was coming again—the best climax of my life. I pulled out in time to paint white lines across Lea’s ebony ass cheeks, then had the distinct pleasure of watching Jacklyn lick her friend clean. Take my advice: Don’t wait until you’re 40 to live your fantasy.

[Glen2712]

Bar Bitch’s Daughter

A couple of weeks ago I met Linda, a woman in her 40s, at a local bar and boinked her that night. She was well-preserved, with curly black hair and the ass of a much younger woman, and it was a pleasure fucking her doggy-style till 4 a.m. But Linda’s loose, grudgingly moistened snatch couldn’t compare to that of her daughter, Ashley.

I discovered this fact in the morning, when I awoke in their little apartment to find Ashley, a willowy blonde in her early 20s, scrubbing the floor of Linda’s shower in the nude, her hair wet. The girl was bent over, allowing a tuft of straw-colored muff to show along the bottom of her clam, which was pointed provocatively in my direction.

I was tucking in my shirt at the time and, still unnoticed by the younger woman, I stroked my cock a bit, savoring the sight of her fresh, young pussy.

When Ashley straightened up, she caught a glimpse of me in the corner of her eye and wheeled around. As worried as I was that the young cunt would freak out over a stranger standing behind her with his dick out, I couldn’t help noting that, while her butt was good, her tits were awesome. Best of all, she wasn’t at all surprised by my presence.

Ashley introduced herself and told me that her mother was at work. The stunning young woman made a halfhearted grab for her towel while hungrily eyeing my boner. I grabbed her still-damp shoulder and gently maneuvered the willing slut against the sink, bending her at the waist until the pert folds of her slit showed between her ass cheeks. I prodded the folds of her clammy, fleshy twat with my finger, making her gasp and rotate her hips slightly. Kneading the young girl’s smooth, small ass, I crouched and slipped my tongue between her nether lips.

Unlike her mother’s semi-arid gash, Ashley’s snatch had plenty of juice, and it flowed promptly. The supple blonde’s dewy lust socket was tight, but it graciously widened to admit my tongue. Working a finger into her slippery, cramped hole, I lapped lower, toward her prominent clit, then higher, toward her asshole. What the fuck—she was clean. Sliding my digit in and out produced more uneven breathing in the naked cutie. I twiddled my finger as if I were stirring a beverage, and the fresh young blonde moaned. The odor of recently soaped flesh was being replaced by a fresh-pussy smell that, sadly, mature women can’t produce. Ashley’s feminine ooze trickled down her inner thighs as I finger-fucked her. Her mom had been accommodating, but she wasn’t in Ashley’s league. “Fuck me doggy-style!” Ashley rasped. I gladly worked the tip of my rod between her labia and, through a series of thrusts, managed to gradually shove the whole thing into her viselike, syrupy flue, then drilled into her rhythmically.

The blonde announced that she was about to come, then stayed on the verge for several minutes while I worked her hole with Swiss-clock precision. When she did go off, her juices sprayed all over us. My hard cock continued to slam into her, prolonging her heaving climax.

The clever girl got her bearings in a minute and, disengaging, knelt before me. She licked my boner slowly, twirling her tongue around the base of my shaft, then opened her yap and took nine inches of schlong down her throat. I was impressed at just how many collisions with her esophagus I enjoyed before Ashley gagged and came up for air. She inhaled and went back to work, drawing the thickest, most voluminous load from me that I can recall. I launched at least 20 good spurts down her gullet before I removed my prong from the waiflike cocksucker’s mouth and painted each of her cheeks.

As the soiled maiden limped back into the shower to clean herself off yet again, I realized that it might be awkward to run into Linda after I’d fucked her daughter, and I enjoyed myself much more with the younger slut than her merely adequate parent. I practically sprinted out of Linda’s apartment. To make sure I wouldn’t have to confront an angry mother, I found a new bar to frequent.

[Glen2712]

Cock Fitting

Despite her 36 years, my wife is a blue-eyed, blond-haired hottie, but watching her try on dresses at the mall is torture. During our last descent into department-store hell, I must have been summoned into the fitting room once too often, or maybe I’d seen Lainie bend over in her underwear to pick up a pin one too many times. Either way, seeing my wife’s cotton-covered pussy cleft framed by her generous ass cheeks gave my bored mind a bolt of filthy inspiration.

Before Lainie could straighten up and ask me what I thought of yet another item’s style and fit, I moved my crotch up against her ass and shoved the button fly of my jeans against her camel toe. Almost immediately, my dick responded, and my raging hard-on was prodding her crack like an overzealous airport security guard.

“Oh!” Lainie cooed, feeling my package throb against the soft crease in her panties. Playfully, she pushed back. We dry humped doggy-style for a few seconds, then she started to return to a standing position. I pushed my wife back down into a prone posture and ordered her to drop her dampening panties.

I don’t normally take no for an answer; so Lainie complied without objection, only a flustered glance at the small room’s saloon-style swinging doors. There was about 2 1/2 feet of space below them, and the damn things didn’t quite reach 5 1/2 feet at their highest point. As I screwed my finger in deep between my blond sweetie’s moistening flaps, I realized that anybody who knew enough to peek would see us.

Lainie leaned against the small, padded bench in front of her and arched her back as I finger-fucked her some more, greasing her outer folds with a gob of spit to speed the process. My wife’s a bit of a screamer, and I could tell that her passion was getting the better of her with each rough thrust of my digits. She began to emit little grunts of pleasure and encouragement when I worked a second finger into her now-juicy hole. I turned my palm down so I could curl my fingers against her G spot and felt her love tunnel widen with arousal.

I slipped my digits out of Lainie’s snatch and painted my initials on her ass cheeks with the excess girl goo. While my wife moaned as loudly as she dared, I dropped my drawers and let my drooling, veiny member loose. My stiff cock slipped into her waiting coochie with buttery ease. I yanked her pelvis back onto my donger, grabbed her titties and slammed her velvety snatch like a meth-addled chimpanzee. Just as we were about to buck our way to completion, a knock came at the door.

One of the sales bitches at the store slipped into the cramped room with a smirk on her face. At least it was the young one—a grinning, petite redhead who wore lots of makeup. “Can I show you something in a smaller size?” she asked, in a grating, leering way that would have sent our business elsewhere if it weren’t for the perky little body she exposed. Climbing onto the bench, she jammed her inviting, orange muff into Lainie’s face. As my wife greedily buried her tongue into the newcomer’s copper-colored nether foliage, the retail trollop eyed my boner like a hungry cat would a canister of Pounce. I pulled my glistening shaft out of Lainie’s cunt in favor of the salesgirl’s mouth, standing over my wife’s neck so the frisky intruder could eat me. Just to keep the party going between Lainie’s legs, I leaned back and fingered her some more as the little redhead valiantly took almost my whole dick down her throat.

It figures that the last into the small room was the first one to come. Unlike my timid spouse, little miss fireball had no compunction about making noise. My wife’s clit-licking sent her into paroxysms, which I cut short with a dozen jets of ball batter down the loud minx’s throat.

My wife is a good woman; once she sensed my climax, she left missy’s thatch-covered pit alone and, flipping around under me, helpfully tea-bagged my sac as I came. Exhausted, I lay on the floor, keeping an eye out for stray pins, and watched Lainie finish herself off on the redhead’s cum-splashed lips. I keep trying to take Lainie to that store again, but so far she’s been coy. I’m considering emptying her closet and torching her current wardrobe in order to force the issue.

[gardener]

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