Angie rode me, sliding her vagina up to the tip of my throbbing tool, then back down to its base. I looked down at her full, bobbing breasts, held them in my hands and sucked her nipples. Then I reached down and fingered her clit, helping her along. Finally, I grasped her firm ass and helped her ride me harder and faster. This was a fuck I wouldn't soon forget.
"Now," I shouted. "Do it with me, baby. I'm cumming!"
CHAPTER ONE
Everyone's confessing things these days. On television talk shows and radio call-ins, in magazines and newspaper columns, their sexual experiences are laid bare for all the world to see.
Therefore, I hope you won't think it presumptuous or boastful of me to tell about some of the hot affairs of my life. As a red-blooded American male, in an age that's healthily free despite the nay-sayers, I've had plenty, like you probably have. We 're all studs, or we try to be.
So sit back, like we've had a couple of beers on a Friday night, or have just seen a great ballgame, and let me bend your ear. Hell, I might as well be explicit, too....
I've always had a weakness for young women in tennis clothes. Blonde hair, classy good looks, a golden tan, an athletic body: those are the ingredients of my fondest erotic dreams. And a white knit shirt with a stuffed bra showing through, plus short white shorts with a hint of ass below, make me thankful somebody invented tennis itself.
Jean was a woman like that. About twenty, she played at a court across from the restaurant where I had a low-paying job. I was the same age, and was putting myself through college. Every afternoon, I'd spend my break time standing at the fence watching her. But Jean was a rich girl, way above my original blue-collar background, and she paid me no attention. It was only by accident that I got to know her at all.
One day Jean lost a ball over the fence, and I retrieved it for her. When she reached up to take it from me, her shirt caught on the wire and ripped open. Before she could cover herself, I caught a glimpse of round white breast above a low-cut bra.
"Oh, you saw!" she scolded, her blue eyes flashing. "You naughty guy!"
I decided that naughty was the only way to play it. "Yeah, I saw," I repeated with a grin. "And I'd like to see more!" like many rich girls, Jean was a cockteaser, but when you challenged her, she was frank. "And I suppose you'd like to fuck me, too," she said, hand on hip and D-cup bosom out-thrust.
"Yeah," I answered. "It's even more fun than tennis!"
To make a long story short, she agreed to meet me when her match was over and I got off work. The rest of the afternoon I had a half hard-on just from thinking of that glimpse of breast. And when I picked Jean up in my old car, I did something about it.
Her white knit shirt was pinned closed now, but I reopened it. Then I reached in under her bra and cupped her whole bare tit. It was more than a handful, wonderfully smooth, the nipple big and hard.
"Wow, you are fresh!" the rich young blonde said.
"That's right," I replied. "Now why don't you grab my cock?"
As I drove away, she did just that. Apparently, she'd been thinking about me all afternoon, too! She had only to unzip my jeans to have my dick spring into her hand, hard as a rock. Her blue eyes widened when she saw it, and she licked her red lips. She really wanted to be bad with a down-to-earth guy like me.
"Go down," I said, since I knew she wanted to be told. "Suck it. Your shirt's all torn, so you're not so high and mighty anymore."
"Yes, I want to," Jean sighed, diving for my lap. The next thing I knew she was licking my shaft, then taking it in her hot mouth.
It was hard to concentrate on my driving, but I got us to my place. We temporarily covered up and rushed inside. The rich blonde looked around at my messy rented room, but that only turned her on more. I'd been right that she loved "slumming."
"Let's get naked," I said, continuing to play it the way she liked. I stripped off my T-shirt, jeans and boots, showing her my muscles. "Let's get down and dirty."
"Oh, yes," she purred, peeling off her shirt and bra, pushing down her shorts and panties. "You've made me all hot. I do want to fuck!"
I looked at Jean, nude. She was even more than my erotic dream of a tennis player; her body was the most incredibly stacked I'd ever seen. All that rich living had been good for her. She was almost like an architectural wonder: huge breasts thrusting firmly outward, an hourglass waist, flaring hips and ass. Her pussy hair was shaved in a neat bikini line, showing tender pink lips below.
Grabbing her, I pressed the underside of my big hard dick against her smooth belly, which felt great on me. I squeezed her firm young ass, then bent down and nuzzled her big round tits. When I sucked at her nipples, she shuddered with joy.
"Oh, do me," Jean moaned, grinding her sleek, warm body on mine. "Make me be bad. Slide your wild cock up in me and fuck me right!"
Before I did that, though, I laid her back on my cot. Kneeling, coming up between her tanned thighs, I got my mouth on her delicious-looking peach. I tongued the halves open, lapped up some of her sex juice, and diddled her clit. That made her go crazy and wiggle around. Then I massaged her round, upstanding breasts some more. Damn, they were big ones!
"Where'd you get these tits?" I asked. "There ought to be a law."
"I don't know," the rich young blonde replied. "They just grew and grew!"
At last I let Jean be as bad as she wanted. Instead of putting it to her, I lay beside her on my cheap cot and motioned for her to mount me. Quickly, she did so, throwing a juicy thigh over my lap and easing her pretty pussy down.
Hands on my chest, that twenty-year-old rode me for dear life. She tilted back her classy head, closed her eyes, and panted and moaned. Her fine tight snatch slid on my upright tool, hot and wet and slippery. Her heavy tits bounced up and down and sideways, the hard red nipples pointing at my happy face.
"Oh, I love this!" Jean gasped. "I love to get down and dirty. Love to feel a big hard dick in my shameless twat. Love to get all hot and sweaty, and not just from tennis!"
"Go for it, rich babe," I replied. "Get yourself off. Make us cum. Get that pink slit of yours all wet and sloppy!"
Then she did something so athletic it blew my mind. Without even letting my dick out of her, she twirled around and rode with her back to me. Now I could see her gorgeous ass bouncing on my hard belly. It was a dream to be fucking a girl like her!
"I'm cumming!" Jean panted, her silky back arching, her smooth flesh quivering. "Oh, shit. Oh, yeah! Damn, your big joint is driving me wild."
"Me too," I answered. My dick was going crazy, on the verge of a massive release.
"No, wait!" my partner said. "I want to eat your sperm. I want to take it in my mouth and let it slide down my throat. I just love the taste of good hot cum!"
So she got off me, hunched down on the cot between my legs, and gave me head again. Her blue eyes looked wantonly up at me, and a huge breast pressed each of my thighs. For having been so high and mighty, she wasn't inexperienced, and she sucked cock like a charm. Soon, I went off like a rocket, pumping shot after shot of hot white stuff between her waiting lips. She'd been way above me in her tennis clothes, but now she was naked and sweaty, with my spurting dick in her mouth for good measure! Totally gone in sex, she sucked and swallowed until she'd drained me dry.
Jean snuggled up to me, with one big tit on my chest and her sticky, well-fucked pussy on my thigh. Her hand stroked my cock, getting it ready for another round.
"You're something else," she told me. "I've been running around with too many rich, limp-dicked guys."
"Glad you think so," I grinned. "Maybe it was a sign, your tearing that clean white shirt of yours." I fingered her pussy. "Now why don't you get raunchy, and let yourself go even more?"
She was still wearing her tennis shoes and socks, which with the rest of her well-stacked body buck naked, was already kinky. But I got up from the cot, led her over to my closet, and pulled out my old motorcycle stuff. I'd once owned a bike, but had had to sell it to pay for college.
"Put this on," I said, draping my studded black leather jacket over her classy shoulders. Her big tits stuck out of it, the red nipples contrasting wildly with the silver studs.
"And this," I went on, buckling a wide belt around her curvy hips. It was great to see her naked pussy down below that.
"Now bend over," I told her, leading her back to the cot. "I'm going to put it to your sleazy pussy from behind!"
As I'd guessed, Jean just loved more of the dirty talk and the seamy scene. She wiggled her bare hips, even reaching back to finger her slit open for me. I plunged my big hard dick right back in, up to the hilt in one smooth motion. Then I pumped her strongly, with my thighs slapping loudly on hers.
Now the once lofty blonde not only panted and moaned; she grunted like mad. "Oh, damn!" she went. "Oh, I've never been fucked like this. Your cock goes so deep. Oh, give it to me long and hard!"
I sure as hell did. Squeezing her gorgeous tail, reaching underneath to hold her heavy, swinging mams, I worked her hot, tight hole for all I was worth. Her love tunnel felt fantastic as it slid on my sensitive length. It was wild to see the leather jacket on her back, and the black belt around her sexy hips. There were no tennis clothes now, no watching her from the fence, only fucking like nature meant it to be! Soon I had her shuddering and cumming again.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, ungh, ungh, oh!" Jean grunted, putting out volumes of pussy juice around my rampaging rod. Her arms and legs buckled, and she sank squirming down onto the cot. "Oh!"
My dick slipped out, but I wasn't about to quit now. Flipping her over, I straddled her chest, letting my ass sink down on those huge, cushiony tits of hers. I'd gotten her down and dirty, then down and kinky. I was determined to give her all the raunchy stuff she wanted, and more.
"Suck it one more time," I said, aiming my dick at her mouth. "Get some more of that hot, white sperm you love. Do it, baby. Do it now!"
Jean did. Her lips nibbled my cocktip, and her tongue twirled around it. Incredible sensations ran up my throbbing shaft and on up my rigid spine. Then she took me deeper, sucking strongly, making her mouth feel like a hot pussy. This once stuck-up girl could fuck and suck with the best of them!
Soon, I came, and how. One of the longest and strongest orgasms of my life wracked my dick and my whole body as I hunched forward and thrust deeply in Jean's mouth. Gobs of sperm shot out of me while she hungrily swallowed them down, an excited look in her wide blue eyes. At last, I withdrew and lay back beside her, totally satisfied.
My rich and raunchy playmate turned to me, her incredibly stacked body heaving, the last of my cum dribbling out between her lips.
"I did see you watching me play tennis all those afternoons," she said, stroking my cock. "But I looked down on you. Now, though, you've spoiled me for other men. When it comes to sex, I want to be trashy with you."
"Sex ought to be down-to-earth," I replied. "We are the way nature made us."
"I guess so," Jean said, smiling resignedly. "All I know is that instead of my tennis racket, I want to hold your big, hard dick!"
CHAPTER TWO
My affair with Jean lasted for several months. Although I was in college, and she wasn't totally the stuck-up rich girl, we enjoyed playing the roles. Once, when she was having a party for her boring friends, she even asked me to come to the basement door of her parents' mansion. Then she had me fuck her down next to the furnace, getting her blonde hair mussed up and her white party dress dirty. It was a raunchy fantasy come true.
Next, though, I somehow got into older women. And here's how that started....
"Excuse me. Do you need a lift?"
The voice belonged to a woman of about forty, in a sports car. My own wheels were in the shop and I was hoofing it home from work, so I could use the ride. And, as a single guy of twenty-one now, I wasn't about to pass up a female invitation. Maybe she had another kind of lift in mind!
"Sure," I replied, sliding in the passenger side. Then, as we pulled out, I took a better look at the driver.
She was tall and sexy, more attractive to me than any older woman had ever been. Her hair was short and dark, her pretty face frank and open, and her mature body the kind that had only gotten better with the years. Dressed in a white sleeveless top and tight black slacks, she had firm, tanned skin, large, heavy breasts, a gorgeous ass, and long, inviting thighs. In spite of myself, my cock got hard in an instant.
She noticed, too! "Hmm," she purred, taking her eyes off the road for a moment. "You seem to like me, young man."
"Sorry," I grinned. "I don't know what's come over me."
"That's all right," she answered, smiling lustily. "When I stopped for you, it wasn't accidental. I'm married, I'm horny, and my husband's always away. And at my age, you take sex wherever you can get it."
She paused, shifted gears, and stuck out her formidable chest. "In fact, if you'll excuse my French, I go cruising for hot young cock!"
To make a long story short, we drove into the woods and parked. Never being one to let down a lady, I unzipped my jeans and let my long, thick tool stick up. She switched her hand from the floor shift to my upstanding rod. Her eager hand stroked me long and smoothly, until I thought I'd shoot off right then.
"Easy," I told her. "I won't be much use to you if you do that."
"My turn to be sorry," she laughed, showing perfect white teeth. "I just get so randy."
But then she leaned down and replaced her hand with her hot mouth, and I almost came again. This was in the 1970s, so we didn't think to use a condom. Her full lips formed to the head of my cock while her tongue played with the opening. She licked my throbbing shaft up and down, all the way to my balls. She got a good part of my length into her mouth and sucked strongly. Her head, with her short dark hair, bobbed up and down, her brown eyes looking lustily at me.
While she worked my cock, I explored her tall, well-stacked body. My hand wandered over her back, her firm, shifting ass, and her tensed thighs in her black slacks. I reached under her white top, unhooked her bra, and let the full weight of her mature tits come into my palms. Her nipples were long, thick and hard, and her wide aureoles puckered. Her smooth naked breast flesh quivered when I touched it.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, still giving me powerful head. That made my sensitive dick even happier.
Then I unzipped her slacks and got into her panties. She had a large, thick bush, a real "beaver," and it was warm and humid. When I moved my fingers lower, I found thick, slippery folds.
"Gotta see this," I said, lifting her head off my cock. "Gotta see your snatch!"
"Okay," she replied, licking her lips and smiling up at me. "By the way, my name is Toni."
I told her mine. "I'd say 'Pleased to meet you,' Toni, but I think I already have!"
We got out of her car, and she found a blanket in the trunk and spread it on the woods floor. I stripped down quickly, letting my engorged rod wag in her direction. Her eyes bulged hungrily when she saw it. I loved how lusty, upfront and upbeat about sex this older gal was. She was far more experienced than the younger women I usually fucked.
With a wanton smile, Toni proceeded to do a strip for me there in the natural surroundings. She peeled off her sleeveless top, then her bra, letting her heavy tits swing back and forth. Without skipping a beat, she turned her back and worked her tight slacks and panties off, too, waving her gorgeous, firm ass at me. Finally, she turned and showed me her snatch like I'd wanted.
My temples pounded when I saw it, and my cock got harder still. Under her thick black bush, her labia stood out red and swollen, and her juice ran down her legs.
"Gotta fuck that," I grinned, echoing what I'd said before. I stepped forward, getting our bodies into thrilling, naked contact. My rod slipped between her thighs and got all wet with her spunk.
"Come and get it!" she laughed, pulling us both down on the blanket, letting her big breasts roll around. A moment later, I was inside her.
Her snatch was wide and slippery on the outside, but excitingly tight within. It felt absolutely great on my raging rod. As I levered my hips, plunging deeply, she bumped herself up at me and urged me on.
"Go for it, young guy," she said throatily. "Fuck my pussy. Oh, sex is the best thing in life!"
My sentiments exactly. I pumped her faster, building us both higher and higher. Soon, a major orgasm wracked her tall, well-developed body and she grabbed onto my back, almost lifting herself off the blanket. Her tensed thighs seized my hips, her giant tits pressed my chest, sticking out to the sides, and her eyes glazed over with her fulfillment.
"Oh, yes!" she shouted, so loudly that I thought someone outside the woods might hear her. "Yes! Oh!"
She relaxed somewhat, but stayed with me until I had a massive climax of my own. As her mouth had, her snatch now set up an incredible suction, seeming to pull my dick inside as if to make it part of her. I even thought my balls might slip between her labia! At last, I felt a wonderful pressure at the base of my rod, then waves of electricity through my whole body as I popped off like a firecracker. I shot stream after stream of hot jism into that marvelous pussy of hers. It kept sucking me, too, until I had no more. That woman's pussy was alive!
I slid out of her and rolled on my back beside her, panting and heaving. She was obviously deeply satisfied too, her big breasts rising and falling, her hand idly playing with her thick, sopping wet black bush. In a few minutes, though, she turned to me with a lusty smile.
"More," that inexhaustible older woman purred. "More!"
My cock was still milked dry, but I had another idea. Her pussy had so captured my imagination that I eased down between her juicy thighs and burrowed my face deep. I mouthed her lush dark hair, tasting her spunk. I separated her outer lips and traced her endless, slippery pink folds with my tongue. Then, while she grabbed my head and started to moan and shudder again, I fastened on her clit and sucked at it like she'd sucked me.
"Oh. Oh, good!" she sighed, her naked flesh quivering. "Yes, eat my snatch now. Slurp up my stuff."
My, how that woman could talk. Her uninhibited words, her whole lusty manner, inspired me to give her my all. I stuck my tongue deep in her, making it as long and hard as I could, almost like a cock. Soon, her fine body was bucking with joy as she went over the top to another earthshaking cum. I could even feel her spasms through my lips while she put out so much juice I thought I might drown.
By that time, my cock was rock-hard and ready to go again. I was getting plenty of kicks myself, but now I was determined to give her all she could handle. Doing that would make me feel like a real stud and please me, too.
"Get up on your hands and knees," I told her. "I'll fuck your pussy from behind."
And she was ready. "Oh, yes," she said, assuming the position, wiggling her curvy hips and letting her heavy breasts swing. "I was hoping I could have your cock again!"
So I knelt behind her, taking a moment to look at her hairy, wide-open quim. Then I stuck my cocktip between her juicy vulva and slid in up to the hilt. Grasping her springy thighs, I got into a strong rocking motion, fucking the best way I knew how. She pushed rhythmically back at me, panting over her shoulder. Her smooth back was arched, and her tanned flesh shivered with delight.
"Oh, you young stud!" she moaned. "Give it to me. Give it to me right!"
I surely did. Her hot, tight sleeve felt fantastic on my rigid length, and I felt like I could fuck all day. I reached underneath and hefted her hanging tits, flicking her big nipples with my fingers. As we went at it there on the blanket, in the cool dark woods, we were in tune with nature in more ways than one. At forty, she was at her sexual peak, and at twenty-one, I was at mine.
At last she came again, shooting out so much female juice that it covered my balls. Our genitals were totally swollen and liquid now, as if they were our most important parts. And that woman had an endless supply of orgasms in her! She sank down off her hands, writhing and shrieking with delight.
But I held up her hips and kept plunging into her shameless hole. Soon I was rewarded with the longest, sharpest climax I'd ever had. It broke at the base of my rod, then flowed out its length and up my rigid spine. I pumped like a fire hose, putting out a brand new load of jizz while that magic snatch of hers milked me as before. Sucked dry, I slid slowly out, and again we lay down on the blanket together.
"I'm glad you needed a ride," my partner said after awhile, referring to how she'd picked me up in her car. "But now I need one, too!"
"Oh, no," I replied, catching her new drift. "My cock's had all it can take for now."
"Poor boy," she pouted, fondling me, but failing to get a rise. "You're right. We need a rest. But we're not done yet!"
So we got dressed, folded up the blanket, and drove off for some food. At the restaurant, after all that sex, I was so hungry I couldn't believe it. I wolfed down two specials while my older friend smiled tolerantly at me.
The food had the desired effect. We drove on to her place, ready for action again. Her husband was indeed away on business, and we had the whole nice apartment to ourselves. Adding to my guilty thrill was the fact that I'd be balling a married woman on her bed.
Without a word, we tore off our clothes. My lusty partner led me to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and actually pushed me back on the mattress. Then she jumped on top, on all fours, straddling my lap and my renewed cock. She laughed, bent down, and gave me a wet kiss, getting ready for the ride she'd planned. She swung her heavy, hanging breasts on my chest, then moved temporarily lower and excited my dick with them. I stroked her arching back and her raised ass, and reached underneath her to cup her creaming twat.
Then she took my upstanding rod into her inch by delicious inch. Her snatch was as furry, wide-open, and juicy as ever, but there was even more to arouse me now. With her doing all the work, totally pleasing herself, she became an absolute wild woman. Raising up, she moved up and down and even sideways, rotating her sexy hips, sliding her sensitive clit along my length. Lifting her arms, putting her hands on her short dark hair, she let her big tits put on a show of their own. They bobbed, swung, and even moved in opposite directions, as though she'd once been an exotic dancer. But even exotic dancers didn't do that while they fucked!
"Oh, yeah!" she shouted, grinning down at me. "Damn, how I love to fuck, fuck, fuck." She tensed her belly, and I could feel her inner muscles as she went for yet another big O. "I could fuck all day and night. Oh, yeah!"
But I couldn't. Even though I was younger, I was about worn out by our marathon session. I did, however, muster one more orgasm, ejaculating strongly up into her. Where did all that stuff come from? Just looking at her mature, endlessly sexy body must have made me produce it. I didn't care. I was content to undergo one last massive, teeth-rattling climax, and to pump her marvelous love hole full.
She got off me, sighed contentedly, and we went off to sleep. In the morning I awoke, late for work, with her lying naked, warm, and voluptuous beside me.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride," she said, when she saw me rushing to put on my clothes. She wiggled sexily into her slacks and top while I struggled to keep my eyes off her. It was as though my cock had eyes, and if it saw her body, it and I would be held prisoner all over again.
"Okay," I grinned. "But you've already given me the ride of my life!"
CHAPTER THREE
After that experience, I made a hobby of insatiable older women. It was the spring of my senior year in college, so despite my outside job, I was coasting to graduation and had time on my hands. For a while, I even stopped dating girls my own age so I could concentrate on those fortyish sex-bombs.
Older women were less inhibited, more grateful, and not inclined to want anything but brief, torrid affairs with a healthy young stud like me. In those freer days, we often didn't even exchange names....
I first saw her coming out of the drugstore. She had long red hair, a full figure in a tight black dress, and strong perfume. Instantly hooked, I followed that perfume, not to mention her sexy wiggle as she walked. They led me to the deli, where I got in line behind her. And, when she went to a table, I asked if the seat across from her was taken.
"Well, I guess not," she said, and I sat down. That was when it happened.
Her handbag spilled onto the floor, and two packages came out. They were condoms! I leaned over to help her pick them up, and we smiled nervously at each other. Then we just smiled. The ice had been broken.
"I'm divorced," she explained when we straightened up again. "And, well, you know."
I decided to trust her maturity, and to be just as frank. "Yes," I grinned. "Maybe one of those could be for me?"
Knowing what was going to happen now, we gobbled up our lunch. I couldn't keep my eyes off her swelling breasts, and her full ass on her chair. Her eyes were big and bed-roomy, and her mouth was wide and sensual. Soon we made tracks for her place.
The instant we were behind closed doors and I touched her, she went off like a sex-bomb, indeed. Her body was so sensitive that she almost came right then.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, coming into my arms. "I want you!"
Then she pawed all over me, stroking my back and hips, pressing her good-sized breasts on my chest, grinding her mound onto my engorging cock. I tongue-kissed her hot mouth and squeezed her firm buns.
Soon, I had her black dress off, and was helping her out of her pantyhose and bra. When her breasts sprang free, they were even bigger and heavier than I'd thought. They thrust out powerfully, their red nipples large and hard.
"Oh!" she moaned, as I bent down and kissed her smooth, white tit flesh. Her bosom heaved. "Oh!"
But her naked pussy was even better. It had lush red fur and thick red lips that were already dripping wet. When I reached down and fingered it, she totally lost control.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Do that!"
Then she fumbled at my fly, releasing my hard, throbbing dick. She knelt down and handled it frantically. She rubbed the tip on her face and stroked the shaft.
"Oh, my!" she panted, gazing intently up at me. "It's so big! You're one well-hung young guy!" Her eyes rolled back and she nearly fainted, so eager was this older woman for sex.
"Easy," I told her, thinking it a good idea to slow her down a bit. "We've got all afternoon."
So she settled down to give me head. Her full, sensual lips felt wonderful as, inch by inch, they took my male meat in. Soon her red head was bobbing back and forth, her fingers squeezing my base as she blew me to perfection. Her tongue worked my underside, and she sucked strongly. She even tickled my balls with strands of her long hair.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah," I sighed, standing there with my hands on my hips, my head thrown back and my eyes closed. "You're as sexy as they come!"
Then I did cum, right into her mouth. We hadn't used one of those rubbers she'd bought, but in the 1970s that was all right. A huge, urgent orgasm started at the base of my spine and surged outward. Spurt after spurt of my hot jism pumped as she swallowed it eagerly.
The older redhead released my satisfied schlong and licked her lips. "That was great for me, too," she said. "But it was over too fast."
"Not to worry," I grinned, stroking her hair. "I am young, and there's plenty more where that came from!"
While I got my hard-on back, I ate her in return. I stripped down, led her to her bedroom, and had her sit on the edge of the mattress. Then I knelt between her succulent thighs and dove into her pussy. My, how I'd grown to love the taste of fresh, clean twat!
I'd eaten pussy before, but it was never like this. That woman's snatch was so wide open, putting out so much liquid, that I could hardly keep up with it. Her juice was delicious, too. I lapped and lapped, running my tongue around her labia, paying special attention to her clit. My face became covered with her stuff.
It was exciting for her, too, to say the least! She grabbed my hair, holding my mouth to her pubes, and clamped her thighs on my head. Her naked flesh shuddered in waves.
"Oh!" she cried as she suddenly came, hot and fast. "Oh, yes!"
By that time, my dick was hard and ready again. So I turned her over on the bed and went on to fuck her. Now I got one of those condoms just in case she wasn't using birth control. She raised her hips and looked dreamily at me over her shoulder. I knelt and slid my tool into her slippery snatch from behind. She gasped and gave a jolt when she felt me inside her.
"Ah," she panted now. "Ah!" If just touching her had made her crazy, and eating her more so, a cock inside her took her all the way. I always loved to see a woman take cock: mine, of course!
As I thrust in her, she was silky and tight. Her sleeve caressed my plunging rod like a hand, sending electric tingles up my back. I got into a strong rhythm, the fronts of my straining thighs meeting the backs of hers. I held her firm ass and her tight belly, then cupped her hanging breasts.
And my, how she could squeal! Thrashing her long red hair around, her naked flesh rippling, that older woman opened her mouth and let go like a girl. "Eee!" came the piercing sound. "Eee. Eee!" She looked back at me again, her eyes glazed over with total lust.
At that rate, I came quickly. During one particularly deep thrust, I felt my swollen dick go off like a jet breaking the sound barrier. My head swimming, I pumped gob after gob of hot sperm, giving her my all.
"Oh, yeah, baby." I gasped, cumming and cumming. "Oh, baby. Yeah!"
After that, I literally collapsed, rolling over onto my back on the bed. I must have gone to sleep, because I had sweet dreams about her voluptuous, sex-charged form. But when I woke up, she wasn't a dream. She was straddling me, preparing to lower her wet quim onto my again upstanding rod!
"I want more cock," she said shamelessly, as her hot, tight hole took me once more. Her red pussy hair was sort of matted around the edges, and it felt great on my shaft.
"More cock!" she repeated, putting her hands on my chest and getting into an urgent, rocking motion. That older woman was so bawdy and insatiable, it was great.
This time, she did most of the work while I lay back and enjoyed it. I watched her tensing thighs, wiggling hips, and beautifully bobbing breasts. She really got into it, calling all the shots, intensely pleasing herself. And watching and feeling her behave like a slut was wildly pleasing to me, as well!
"Eee!" she squealed again, as she built herself up to another climax. She ran a strand of her long red hair between her teeth and chewed on it sexily. She also reached down and diddled her clit, helping herself along.
Faster and faster she rode me, until she came. I had visions of the dark-haired woman I'd had not long before. This one threw back her head, closed her eyes, and shouted for joy as she ground her mound onto me. "Oh, that's it! Yes. Yes. Yes!"
Then she raised up off me and took my swollen dick in her hands. Stroking it rapidly, she brought me off like a cannon. I shot long white strands into the air while she watched wantonly and swiped at it with her fingers. She was one uninhibited redhead!
We rested for a while. I was a young, red-blooded guy, but I had cum three times. But that was no problem for that lusty older gal. She had all the right moves to keep me going all afternoon.
Going to her bedroom closet, she came back with all sorts of kinky props. That's when I found out she was also an exhibitionist! Sometimes it's even more sexy to see a woman you've just laid just tease you for a while. And when she's got a voluptuous body like that redhead, it can drive you nuts.
For starters, she put jewelry in strategic places on her smooth white form. A gold chain around her waist, gold bracelets and anklets, and even gold rings clipped to her hard nipples made her look even more provocative than if she were naked. And when she clipped gold rings on her labia, too, I went bananas.
"Pretend I'm your harem girl," she purred, dancing lewdly around. Damn, how I love fantasy and women who like to create it!
Next, she did something I'd only seen in videos. Taking a long strand of pearls, smiling at me slyly, she worked it into her pussy. Then she slowly pulled it out, pearl by pearl, letting each one tickle her clit while she writhed and sighed. If that wasn't enough, she handed the pearls to me and had me lick off her juices.
"That's how I keep them nice and shiny!" she joked wantonly.
After that, she moved on to clothes. That fortyish redhead must have bought out an X-rated lingerie store! In quick succession, she modeled crotchless panties and a bra that let her nipples stick out; a corset that left her tits, ass, and twat naked; and a bikini that was only three pieces of sticky cloth! There was even a formal gown that was conservative in every way: except that it left her heavy breasts bare!
"I love low necklines," my sexy friend grinned. "But this is as low as you can go!"
But the best garment was a black leotard that hugged her formidable curves. It went all the way down to her ankles and her wrists. However, there were strategically placed holes that let her naked breasts, pussy, and ass cheeks stick out.
"I'm really very modest," the bold redhead joked again. "After all, ninety percent of me is covered!"
That was too much for me. Bounding up from where I'd been watching on the bed, I was on her hot and fast. My dick had grown huge and hard from all that teasing. Snapping it up between her legs, I stuck it through the hole in the leotard and right into her sloppy quim. She'd been dripping juice, of course, throughout her sexy performance.
"Shall we dance?" I kidded, as our bodies moved together in an incredible standing fuck. One of my college buddies had once called dancing that, but this was the real thing!
"Oh, yes!" she squealed, pressing her voluptuous body tight to mine, grinding her mound onto me. "I'd love to!"
So I hunched down and kept plunging my rod up into her tight, slick canal. From her teasing, my cock was supersensitive from its tip to its base. It seemed that every inch of it was about to explode in a nerve-shattering orgasm. My balls were swollen and hard, just waiting to release a huge, urgent load.
And, as I fucked her, I ran my hands all over her hot body in the leotard. When I touched the naked areas, my pulse pounded faster, since those were the sexiest places of all. I squeezed her firm ass and hefted her hard-nippled tits, enjoying myself to the fullest.
Then she shuddered and came. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" she moaned deeply, as waves of passion washed over her well-endowed body. "Oh, yes. Yes!"
That put me over the top as well. Instantly, I released my load, pumping it deep inside her fantastic pussy like there was no tomorrow. I didn't have a rubber, but she wasn't complaining. My cock and my balls, my whole standing, straining body, were in heaven as I gave her everything. It was my fourth time that day, but I was more than up to it.
That redheaded nympho had made my body into a cum-producing sex machine!
Now it was night. We'd lost all track of time, or of anything outside the room we'd been fucking in. Sex could do that to you, I knew; it was mystic, timeless and spaceless. And it sure as hell got your attention!
We did lie on the bed for a while, telling our life stories, really meeting each other for the first time. But our trust in our instant sexual attraction had been right, because we felt like we'd known each other forever. Sex could do that, too!
"Though I'm older and you're younger, we're like a matched pair," my partner said, shifting her body provocatively.
"Yes," I replied, giving her a squeeze. "It's like the old saying, 'Where the body leads, the mind follows!'"
I drifted off to sleep again. But when I woke up, our fuck marathon continued! I seemed to keep getting into those with my older women. Once more, this one was ahead of me, devising new things for our mutual pleasure.
When I looked over where she lay, she was an amazing sight. She'd taken off the leotard and had coated her whole body with oil, so that her smooth flesh glistened maddeningly! Her big breasts, ass, belly, and thighs took on a sexy sheen I could hardly believe. Her red pussy fur was matted with the oil, too.
I wanted to jump her right away. But if the oil wasn't enough, I heard a mysterious hum. It turned out to be coming from a vibrator, which she'd plunged into her turned on twat! She was rotating it around, making sure it contacted her clit for maximum pleasure.
Her other hand was massaging her oiled body. It slid along the insides of her thighs and over her belly to her upright breasts. She squeezed her slippery boobs, tweaking her nipples with her fingers.
"Oh, I'm just so sexy!" she panted. "I couldn't wait. I had to go on without you. But you can catch up!"
I did just that. My dick had sprung up again, hard and throbbing. I gently took the vibrator out of her hand and slid it out of her snatch. Then I positioned myself over her slick form.
"You won't need this anymore," I told her, as I tossed the hunk of plastic away. "Now it's back to the real thing!"
I rubbed my big dick on her breasts, belly, and thighs, teasing it and her. It really felt great as it slid in the oil. She wiggled and shuddered, almost cumming without anything in her pussy.
"Oh, please!" she yelled. "Fuck me. Give it to me one more time. I'm going crazy!"
So I plunged my dick back into her, all the way to the hilt. Her sleeve was the hottest I'd felt it yet, tight and smooth on my thrusting rod. I got into a hard, fast rhythm, fucking for all I was worth. She tensed her belly and thighs and bucked her oily mound up at me, also giving it everything she had. She grabbed my shoulders, thrashed her red head around, and stared wantonly into my eyes. Her breasts bobbed strongly up and down.
"Oh, yeah!" she shouted. Now she was beyond squealing. "Oh, I've never had it like this. This is absolute, total sex! Oh!"
"Sex to the max," I grunted in reply. "Sex to the max!"
All that time, there was also the incredible sensation of the oil on our sex-charged flesh. My skin became coated with it as well. Our bodies slipped and slid together, and we seemed to merge into one. Another strange thing happened. Since my dick was usually slippery when I fucked and my body wasn't, now that my body was slippery, too, I felt like one big, wonderful dick!
We came at the same instant. It was an indescribable orgasm, the best of our session, maybe the best I'd ever had. I thought the bed would collapse and the room would explode from the strength of it! It seemed to last forever as I pumped and pumped and pumped. Even after it subsided, we lay there for a long time, still joined.
When I finally left that lusty redhead's apartment, I must have looked sad.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know how we can top that," I replied.
But she gave me a hug, putting all of her remarkable body into it.
"Don't worry," she said. "With me around, we will!"
CHAPTER FOUR
I did have a few more torrid sessions with the redhead. But then I graduated from college and took a job with a fast-track ad agency. Most of the people at the office were swingers, and there were many opportunities for after-hours sex. I was no longer poor, either, and could afford some of the better things in life.
Still, I was hooked on older women. If there was any doubt about that, I had only to consider the following situation, in which I was presented with a choice....
A bunch of us had gone out for drinks after work. Most of them had moved on, and I was left in the dark lounge with Angie and Sandy. Sandy was my age, and had blonde hair, smooth white skin, and a well-developed body. Angie, also a blonde, looked enough like her to be her sister. But Angie was about fifteen years older, thirty-eight.
I found my eyes wandering from one attractive face, one voluptuous body, to the other. Sandy's face was sort of vacant, and her body somewhat soft and unformed. Angie, though, had a knowing look in her blue eyes, and her every curve was perfectly defined. Her full, sensuous mouth especially turned me on as she sipped from a glass of dark red wine. She held the promise of romance as well as sex.
In short, I went off with Angie, not Sandy, leaving the younger woman totally perplexed that it wasn't her. But, as my previous two encounters will indicate, I knew better!
At Angie's place, I stood back, because I also knew by now what would happen. Sure enough, the older blonde was on me with a passion. Her lips sucked at mine, her hands stroked my back, and her ample chest heaved. I traced the contours of her hot body with my hands, from her arching back to her trim waist to her firm hips and thighs. There was a sexual energy in every inch of her that I'd come to associate with these older gals. It was as if, as she'd gotten older, she'd stored up every carnal encounter she'd ever had!
"I hope I'm not too aggressive for you," Angie said, breathing heavily.
"Oh, no," I replied. "I'm ready!"
At that, she wiggled out of her dress slowly and sensuously. Where a younger woman might just have stripped naked, she showed me her delicious female flesh inch by delicious inch. Then she was standing before me in a lacy, low-cut bra, French-cut panties, and patterned stockings, all of them sexily black. I caressed the bare tops of her heaving breasts, her flat belly, and her round, exposed behind. She quivered when I touched her, and ground her hard, hot mound on my fully engorged cock.
A moment later, she was kneeling at my feet, tugging at my zipper, and letting my throbbing manhood spring out to her waiting lips.
I looked down and watched as Angie gave me head. There was the usual interesting contrast: the woman's careful hairdo and make-up, and my naked cock sliding deeply into her mouth. But with this older woman, there was a lot more. It was as if she'd invented the art of fellatio! Her lips formed perfectly to my shaft. She created an unbelievably strong suction. Her hard tongue pressed my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure all the way up my spine. It was all I could do to keep from cumming too fast and filling her mouth with my stuff.
But I held off, knowing there'd be even greater delights. I knew that Angie was divorced, and had virtually made a career of fucking men at the agency, from the president on down. And practice made perfect!
After a while, she released my cock, stood up, and helped me off with my clothes. In turn, I unhooked her lacy black bra, baring her full, round breasts. Then I worked down her panties, exposing her sex.
Now wearing only her patterned black stockings, she sat down in a chair, motioning me to one across from her. She leaned back, smiled, and spread her shapely legs.
"Here's my cunt," she announced. "Some women don't like that term, but I think 'pussy' sounds silly. I'm proud of my cunt. I also believe in showing it to a man before he goes into it."
If Angie was a bit eccentric, I wasn't complaining. She went on to rub her soft yellow fur and between her labia. Then, looking alternately down at herself and up at me with a pleased expression on her face, she fingered herself open. I could see her tender pink folds, her clit, and even her love hole.
By that time, my cock was rigid, wanting to find its home in her hot little nest. But before I could rush over to her, she stood up again, came toward me, and straddled my lap. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered her wet slit onto my upstanding rod.
Holding onto my shoulders, she rode me long and well. Her hot sleeve gripped my erection just as her mouth had done. Her blonde muff tickled my swollen balls. She moved fast, wiggling and panting, and slowly, twisting and sighing. My cock was in absolute heaven.
"Oh, yeah!" I sighed, nibbling at her sensual lips. "That's great. You know how, lover. Older is better. You're like vintage wine!"
"I'm glad," Angie purred. "I know I love every inch of your hot young cock!"
She kept riding me, sliding her vagina up to the tip of my throbbing tool, then back down to its base. Her inner muscles gripped me, sending waves of sexual electricity through my straining body. I looked down at her full, bobbing breasts, held them in my hands and sucked at her nipples. I reached down and fingered her clit, helping her along. I grasped her firm ass and helped her ride me. Her hot breath came into my ear and her blonde hair tickled my cheek. This was a fuck I wouldn't soon forget!
Then she shuddered and came, tossing her head, squeezing her breasts, and wriggling her hips. But I was too lost in my own ecstasy to fully notice. With a huge rush, and a hammering sensation at the base of my rod, I went into a massive orgasm. My whole body felt like just an extension of my raging cock.
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I shouted. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"
Before I started pumping, though, Angie raised off me and finished me with her expert mouth and hands. Her fingers worked my balls and pressed behind them while her lips and tongue ran along my pulsating shaft. I shot wad after wad of hot white jizz into the air, so much that I thought I'd never stop.
I relaxed while that sexy older blonde curled up at my feet. Never had I felt so completely natural about sex. It was as if all the social conventions had fallen away and I were back in some primitive paradise.
I didn't have much time to rest, though. Angie lay back on the carpet, spread her smooth white thighs, and fingered open her cunt. Her arms at her sides raised her breasts to perfect, hard-nippled roundness. She undulated her belly and looked wantonly up at me.
"Now," she said, "maybe you'd like to taste some of my 'vintage wine!'"
I didn't need any urging. Bounding out of my chair, I dove between her legs. Replacing her fingers with mine, I explored her wet pink folds, getting another close-up of her pride and joy. It looked marvelous to me, the source of all my recent pleasure. I was worshipping at an altar of cunt!
Then I started eating her. With my tongue, I traced every inch of her intimate flesh, finally plunging deep inside. I sucked out her freely flowing juices, which were like an exotic nectar. It was fantastic to be giving her head.
"Oh, yes!" Angie sighed, tensing her belly and fastening her fingers on my hair. Her legs had me in a headlock as she pressed her slit against my lips. "Do me, lover. Yes!"
This time, she came even more strongly. Her white flesh quivering, her body bucking and heaving, she let loose a torrent of female essence into my mouth. Indeed, it was as if I'd drunk a glass of wine!
Totally sated, I lay back on the floor. I drifted off to sleep and had beautiful dreams of fucking that mature blonde in a variety of positions. When I woke up, though, she was nowhere in sight. I walked to her bedroom. There, I found a vision to end all.
She was sitting at her vanity, freshly out of the shower, combing her hair. The curve of her naked back, trim waist, and firm behind formed a perfect hourglass, like something out of a painting by Rubens. Her arms were raised gracefully, and I could see her full, uplifted breasts in the mirror. She was the essence of womanhood, what I'd always dreamed a woman should be.
My cock sprang to attention. Walking up behind her, I laid it on her warm shoulder.
"My, my," Angie said, raising her eyebrows. "It's all big again!" She turned her head and gave my dick a kiss.
"Yes," I replied, with a grin. "You may have wasted your shower!"
She got up and walked to her bed. Lying back, legs spread and arms over her head, she smilingly invited me to missionary position sex. With her, though, even that was a mind-blowing experience. Before I slid into her, she writhed sensuously, lifting her magnificent chest, tensing her belly, and again opening her wonderful cunt with her fingers. Her moving white flesh practically shouted "Sex!"
"Fuck me," she said, with an invitation as old as the world. "Fuck me. Again."
The rest of the night was a marvelous blur. As I held myself over that knowing older woman and levered my iron-hard manhood into her, she moved in ways I couldn't have imagined. Her magical loins gripped me tightly, as if to create every fucking sensation every fucking male had ever felt! I seemed to go on forever, and to be carried off to someplace else. The everyday world was like a simple dream compared to what I was experiencing.
And, when I came, it was like a rocket being shot off to a distant planet, maybe one where men and women originally came from. It was the planet Sex!
CHAPTER FIVE
I did well in my advertising job, and I kept fucking older women. After a while, though, I did make the transition back to younger ones.
Being a young man on the go, I didn't always eat as I should. Some nights, on my way home to my apartment, I'd stop and grab a bite. Once, that resulted in an amazing affair.
It also resulted in a perfect way of making the transition I'm talking about....
One night, a brunette behind the counter of my local fast food place unmistakably came on to me. She was great, overweight, and about fifteen years older. Still, her big breasts and swelling hips in her tight uniform made my cock respond.
Then, the next night, I was waited on by a brunette of about twenty. She was everything the older woman wasn't: fresh and slender, with jutting breasts and a small, firm butt. She seemed to like me, too.
As I walked away with my food, I noticed her and her big friend talking about me. And when the two of them went on break, they came over to my table.
"Pm Wanda, and this is Fran," the older gal said candidly. "Here's the deal. You can take her out if you take me along."
Instantly, I had a full-sized hard-on. "Not that I wouldn't take you out anyway," I told her, with a grin. "But, yes. Okay! What time do you get off?"
Wanda gave me a lusty laugh. "Every time!"
I couldn't believe she'd used that old line, or how kinky the night was shaping up to be. But I did realize, with a thrill, that there'd be a lot more than "taking out" involved!
So I waited, and we went to my apartment. I broke out some imported beer, and we sat on the sofa getting acquainted, with me in the middle. It didn't take long, though, for the action to begin.
"I eat too much," Wanda, the big older woman, said. "Look!" And, breaking the ice, she unbuttoned her fast food uniform and lifted out one of her huge, white, blue-veined breasts!
"But it gives you great tits," I replied boldly. Then I reached over, stroked her warm, naked flesh, and lifted her other boob out, too.
Fran, the young brunette, looked across at me, her dark eyes widening. But I sensed that she'd played with her friend before, and I wondered if there wasn't some lesbian attraction as well.
So I went to work on her, opening her top, pushing down her lacy bra. Her hard, pointy tits popped out, and I fingered her nipples erect. At first, she was shy, but soon her chest was heaving and she was nuzzling my cheek. It was a great contrast to be rubbing her young breasts with one hand and Wanda's mature, big-nippled mams with the other.
Next, I found an even better contrast! My hands wandered down inside their pants, to their humid, furry pussies. When my fingers found their slits, they were already wet with arousal. But Fran's was new and wonderfully tight while Wanda's was wide-open and sloppy.
By that time, the bold older woman had my dick out of my pants, and two pairs of feminine hands were stroking it. They didn't need to do much, though, since I'd kept my hard-on ever since their proposition. The women were snuggling up to me, blowing into my ears, writhing and sighing passionately. We were all so hot that we could have cum right there on the sofa by fondling each other!
But we held off, stripped down, and made it to my bed. I had bought a king-size model, given my sexual activity, so there was plenty of room for a threesome. It was fine to see their bodies, one slim and one plump, naked from head to toe. I didn't have much time to look at them, though. Suddenly, I was lying on my back, with my dick up Wanda's big pussy and with Fran sitting on my face!
Despite her bulk, the big woman fucked like gangbusters. Her hot hips wiggled as she rode, and her love hole squished on my throbbing rod. Soon her juice was all over my belly and thighs.
At the other end, I was eating out Fran with pleasure. This was much better than fast food! I wondered if you could get any nourishment from woman juice, or if women could get it from jism. At any rate, both were delicacies. Fran's fresh folds were delightful. I darted my tongue up inside her, thinking how great my dick would feel in her hot sleeve.
"Oh. Oh, yes!" came the sound of the two women moaning above me. They were probably getting into it with each other, too. I pictured them soul-kissing, fondling each other's breasts, watching themselves make it with the same man.
At that rate, it wasn't long before we came. First, Wanda rode me more and more wildly, finally letting her whole weight down, her cunt spasming. I met her with a big, banging orgasm of my own, shooting jet after jet of hot, white jism into her. Fran came against my lips, too, wiggling her hips and putting out a flood of fluid.
"Mmmmm!" the gals moaned, confirming to me that they were kissing each other while they climaxed. "Mmmmm!" I echoed, my mouth occupied, too.
We came up for air. The women's dark hair was tousled, and everybody was panting and slick with sweat. I always loved to see how down-to-earth people could become when they let the power of sex take control.
"Well, that was something!" I said, to which my partners laughingly agreed.
But the night wasn't over by a long shot. While I got up and walked around, resting my dick, the women went on to some playtime of their own. Big Wanda raised up on her knees, hefted her huge breasts in her hands, spread her thick white thighs, and motioned to her hairy, sopping wet pussy.
"Eat this," she commanded Fran, as though she'd done it before. "Get down under me and eat me!"
Her twenty-year-old friend obeyed. She lay on her back, wriggled under the older woman, grasped her big ass, and made a few tentative licks on her labia. Soon she warmed to her task. Her hard tongue slid into Wanda's slit while the latter sucked her own nipples and grunted with pleasure.
The sight of that, especially of slender Fran lying there with her pussy empty, made my cock spring back to attention. I got on my knees between her legs, grasped and raised her hips, and slipped my rigid length into her vagina.
"Ooo!" she squealed with surprise. But she kept on eating pussy while I proceeded to fuck her good.
Fran's tight love tunnel felt wonderful on my plunging rod. Her young labia formed around me, creating an exciting suction, and her inner muscles gripped every inch of my length. The act of being fucked made her eat Wanda more avidly, too, and soon we all were going wild. I was able to play with the big woman's bodacious tits while we rode the lissome brunette. We were a threesome again, and how!
Quickly, it was cum-time again. I watched Wanda's belly go tense as she pressed her dripping twat on Fran's thirsty mouth. "Oh. Oh, yeah!" she shouted, her ample white flesh quivering with ecstasy.
Fran followed, her ass going hard in my hands and her mound grinding against me. "Mmmmm!" she hummed, her mouth still full of pussy folds. "Mmmmm!"
Then I shot off for the second time that night. Fran's inner tightness was a wonderful inspiration for my thrusting rod, making it longer, thicker, and more sensitive. In turn, my orgasm was lengthier and sharper. I pumped and pumped, feeling amazed at how much jizz I had in me. And her little pussy seemed to suck it all out!
After that, the three of us became intrigued by the number of positions still available to us. But, after a brief rest, we selected one. I'd fucked both women, and had eaten one. I wasn't about not to have somebody suck me!
So Wanda lay on her back on the bed, and I straddled her big white chest. Her huge breasts made exciting cushions for my ass. She smiled wantonly up at me, then began to take my renewed manhood into her mouth. Her thick lips nuzzled my cock tip, while her tongue played with the little hole. Slowly she took much more of me in. Fran's spunk was still on me, and she must have liked tasting that.
Then wanton Wanda released me, and had me move lower. Pushing her gargantuan mams up with her hands, she had me fuck them for a while! Already lubricated from her mouth, I slid happily between her smooth, white tit flesh. As the tip of my rod came out at the top, she was even able to make lewd licks at it.
While that was going on, I suddenly felt another mouth sucking my balls. Fran had come up behind and underneath me, and was joining the action! Her dark head was right under my crack, too. Every inch of my swollen dick was supersensitive, and I was on the brink of cumming.
But Fran took her head away, and Wanda urged me off her. There I was, kneeling on the bed, with the big older brunette and the slim younger one eyeing my twitching member. The suspense was killing me. I thought of jacking it off, but I knew that the women wanted me in them one more time.
They got on their hands and knees, presenting me with two memorable rear views, one hefty and one slender. There was the contrast of their hanging breasts, one set massive and the other pointy. That wasn't to mention their snatches, both dark-furred, but one sloppy, one tight. It was all a young, red-blooded male could ever want!
"Fuck us!" Wanda urged me, gazing wantonly with the big woman's bodacious tits while we rode the lissome brunette. We were a threesome again, and how!
Quickly, it was cum-time again. I watched Wanda's belly go tense as she pressed her dripping twat on Fran's thirsty mouth. "Oh. Oh, yeah!" she shouted, her ample white flesh quivering with ecstasy.
Fran followed, her ass going hard in my hands and her mound grinding against me. "Mmmmm!" she hummed, her mouth still full of pussy folds. "Mmmmm!"
Then I shot off for the second time that night. Fran's inner tightness was a wonderful inspiration for my thrusting rod, making it longer, thicker, and more sensitive. In turn, my orgasm was lengthier and sharper. I pumped and pumped, feeling amazed at how much jizz I had in me. And her little pussy seemed to suck it all out!
After that, the three of us became intrigued by the number of positions still available to us. But, after a brief rest, we selected one. I'd fucked both women, and had eaten one. I wasn't about not to have somebody suck me!
So Wanda lay on her back on the bed, and I straddled her big white chest. Her huge breasts made exciting cushions for my ass. She smiled wantonly up at me, then began to take my renewed manhood into her mouth. Her thick lips nuzzled my cock tip, while her tongue played with the little hole. Slowly she took much more of me in. Fran's spunk was still on me, and she must have liked tasting that.
Then wanton Wanda released me, and had me move lower. Pushing her gargantuan mams up with her hands, she had me fuck them for a while! Already lubricated from her mouth, I slid happily between her smooth, white tit flesh. As the tip of my rod came out at the top, she was even able to make lewd licks at it.
While that was going on, I suddenly felt another mouth sucking my balls. Fran had come up behind and underneath me, and was joining the action! Her dark head was right under my crack, too. Every inch of my swollen dick was supersensitive, and I was on the brink of cumming.
But Fran took her head away, and Wanda urged me off her. There I was, kneeling on the bed, with the big older brunette and the slim younger one eyeing my twitching member. The suspense was killing me. I thought of jacking it off, but I knew that the women wanted me in them one more time.
They got on their hands and knees, presenting me with two memorable rear views, one hefty and one slender. There was the contrast of their hanging breasts, one set massive and the other pointy. That wasn't to mention their snatches, both dark-furred, but one sloppy, one tight. It was all a young, red-blooded male could ever want!
"Fuck us!" Wanda urged me, gazing wantonly over her shoulder, swinging her big butt.
"Yes!" Fran chimed in, wiggling her firm ass. "Yes!"
I proceeded to do so. But first, I decided to get a mouthful of Wanda. When I dove in, her brown and pink folds spread out to my cheeks, and my lips and tongue were almost sucked inside. Her juice tasted good and there was a lot of it.
Then I fucked them. Rising to my knees again, I plunged my long, thick tool into Fran's tight pussy for a few thrusts, then into Wanda's big hole, then back into Fran. I held their waists as I pumped them, or reached underneath to cup their breasts. The big woman's tits were nearly too much for my hands to hold, while the younger one's exciting cones prompted me to fuck even faster.
At last, I couldn't hold it anymore. "I'm cumming," I panted. "Look out!"
But, once more, my partners worked an amazing tease. In an instant, they swung around on the bed and got their mouths on me. The sight and the feel of them tonguing my shaft were a dream come true. I stroked their dark heads as they brought me the rest of the way. My whole body went rigid and my head swam as I reached a stupendous climax.
My first jet of white stuff shot out into Wanda's thirsty mouth. Then the second spurted into Fran's. I kept shooting, and they kept taking. Finally, when my dick was nearly drained, they sucked out the last few drops.
I lay back on the bed between the two women, just as we'd started out on the sofa. Now, though, our bodies were naked, slick, and heaving after the ultimate release. I could barely believe that what had started out at a simple fast food place had turned into this.
"I think I just worked off all that fat and cholesterol," I said with a smile.
"I don't know about that," Fran joked. "After all, you did do a lot of eating!"
CHAPTER SIX
So that was how I got back to younger women: having an older one and a younger one at the same time. But, as fate or luck would have it, that temporarily got me into something else: threesomes!
Threesomes are nice work if you can get it. But you'd better be in shape for them, especially if you're the one member of the opposite sex. I'm sure glad I was....
Marilyn was a new secretary at the ad agency. Since everybody at work was fucking everybody else in those free 1970s times, she was like a breath of fresh air. She was in her twenties, about five-six, dark, and well-built. She wore tight slacks and sweaters, and an exotic perfume. When she walked past my door, her shapely legs and her firm ass really turned me on. And her full, low-slung breasts, I thought, must be magnificent naked. Her skin must be smooth and faultless all over, like a work of art.
Marilyn must have noticed my attention, because one evening, she came into my office and arranged herself beautifully in a chair.
"What's the matter with this place?" she asked me, furrowing her pretty brow.
"What do you mean?" I replied. To me, the agency was fast-track and very sexy.
"Well," she said, "If I may be so bold, I'm not getting any."
I stared at her. I couldn't believe it! Probably it was the old thing, where she was so attractive that everybody assumed she was busy. But she wasn't, and I was elected!
So I leaned back in my chair and grinned. "Suppose we take care of that right away."
Brown eyes gleaming, she smiled. "Your place or mine?"
We drove through the night streets to her garden apartment. Once inside, I barely had time to notice the clean sensuality of the place before we were in each other's arms.
"Oh, God," Marilyn moaned. She pressed her sexy body against me, arching up to dart her hot tongue into my mouth. "I need it. I need it bad."
"Easy," I said, as my hands began to explore what until now I'd only been able to watch. I slid them under the elastic of her slacks, then lower, under her panties, where they were held prisoner against the wonderful, firm smoothness of her ass.
"Oh!" she sighed deeply, almost going limp. She did want it bad.
With my mouth locked to hers, I eased her away a bit, then worked my hand around to her front, against her hot, tight belly. Then I moved it down, past her soft, humid bush, to the wet lips of her pussy.
"Oh, God, lover!" Marilyn moaned.
Now I felt her own, delicate hand reach down, undo my belt, and unzip me. My rod sprang out huge against her, almost pushing us apart. Mad with desire, we quickly worked down each other's pants and stepped out of them. I stood tight against her, with my throbbing, aching member between her swelling thighs.
"Now!" she cried, pulling me toward a crouch so that I could enter her.
"Not yet," I choked out, in spite of my desire. "I want to see all of you. I've waited for that."
"Okay," Marilyn panted, almost out of control. "But hurry!"
So I ripped off my shirt, pulled her sweater up and over her dark hair, and unhooked her straining bra. Her full breasts, free, were the most perfect I'd ever seen, just as I'd imagined them. But I barely had time to bend down, kiss them, and suck at the hard brown nipples.
"Oh!" Marilyn screamed. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"
And I did, sliding my rampant rod up and into her wonderfully tight pussy as she raised her shapely legs and wrapped them around me.
Coupled with her, I staggered to the couch and laid her down, feeling her warm, exciting breasts against my chest. I began to fuck her in earnest, thrusting my swollen tool shallow, then deep, moving fast, then slowly. Her tight sleeve felt fantastic, seizing and holding me.
"Oh!" Marilyn cried. "You're balling my brains out!"
She shuddered and came quickly, being already on the verge from the foreplay. But I kept at it, using all my will power to hold off despite my heat. I was determined to make it last, to enjoy what I'd longed for to the fullest.
Finally, neither of us could bear it anymore. "I'm burning up," Marilyn moaned. She came again, her incredible body moving more weakly under me. "I need your sperm!"
So I released it, nearly fainting, shooting my soothing jets deep inside her. Her pussy milked me until there wasn't any more.
We lay for a while resting, having been transported to that wonderful place to which only real, all-out sex is the door. Then we sat up on the sofa, and Marilyn rose and walked through the soft light to the bedroom while I watched her beautiful, naked rear view. She returned wearing a light blue robe.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Oh, no," I sighed, thinking about the second round I'd started to plan.
Marilyn looked resigned. "Damn," she said. "It must be my neighbor, Sally. I forgot she was coming over tonight. Better get dressed."
I did so, lamenting the loss of another world-class fuck. When I was decent, Marilyn opened the door.
A young woman of nineteen waltzed in. She was small, blonde, and wearing cut-offs and a knit top.
"Hi, Marilyn," she began, between chews on her gum. Then she noticed me. "Oh, sorry," she went on. "If I'd known you were entertaining, I wouldn't have come."
"That's okay," I said. "The more the merrier, I guess."
So Marilyn turned on the TV, and she and I relaxed on the sofa, with Sally sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of us. And, after a while, despite or because of what I'd just had with Marilyn, I found myself watching Sally's back. As she shifted position, her low-slung jeans slipped down, showing the cleft of her shapely little ass. Then she lay back and raised her arms, which made her small breasts rise invitingly and her top slide up to reveal her smooth, flat tummy.
To my embarrassment, Marilyn noticed. "Behave yourself, young lady!" she said, realizing that Sally was teasing me.
But the other turned around and scowled. "Listen," she said. "You can tell me I'm butting in, but don't treat me like a fool. It's obvious that you and he just fucked."
Then she stood, flipped up her top, and flashed her tits at me!
That brought Marilyn angrily out of her seat. Her robe flew open, baring her full, heavy-breasted body as she went for Sally. They grappled for a moment, while I watched in amazement. But then something else happened. Settling down, they began kissing and hugging, pressing their bare chests together. Obviously, they'd been lesbian lovers.
As if I wasn't there, the two women stripped the rest of the way. Marilyn shrugged off her robe, and Sally wiggled out of her cut-offs and top, giving me my first real view of her slender form. She had pointy breasts, a little round ass, and a tiny blonde bush.
They went into a clinch again, grinding their contrasting bodies together, heaving and sighing. At last, they looked over to me.
"So now you know," Marilyn said, a dreamy look in her brown eyes. "I'm bi." She paused. "But so is my friend here. So why don't you have some fun, and go with her?"
I was speechless. The stacked brunette had been my dream, but she carried with her more than I'd bargained for! I was game, though. I got naked again, motioned the smiling Sally to the sofa, and had her lie down.
Although she was nineteen and had had other lovers, she may have been the smallest woman I'd ever fucked. As I pushed my hard rod into her, it was almost like initiating a virgin. Her little pussy, between her thin legs and with its wisp of yellow fur, was very tight. But she was hot and slick inside, and was ready, willing and able as she urged me on.
"Oh, yeah," she squealed. Her little tits shook and her narrow ass wiggled. "Give it to me. Give me all of it. Yeah!"
So I got into a slow rhythm, not really having to move very much, because of her tightness, which was like a ring around my rod. That was when I felt Marilyn behind me.
"Yes, fuck her," she said, a hint of lesbian anger still in her voice. "Give it to her good. She's been a bad girl. But make her happy."
Considering Marilyn's clean sensuality, her smooth-skinned body that was like a work of art, I had trouble reconciling the way she was now. But when it came to sex, it was quite a world!
I went on, then, to the end. And it didn't hurt, what Marilyn was doing behind me. To my further amazement, I felt her mouth on my balls. Then her dark head went under me, and she licked right where I was going into Sally!
Finally, the thin blonde squealed and came, her face straining and her inner muscles tightening even more. Her sleeve seized my sliding tool, making shivers of pure delight run up my spine. I came, too, like crazy. Bolt after bolt of burning cum shot out of me into that marvelous little pussy, filling it full.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" I shouted. "Oh, this is too much. Oh!"
I slid out and sat up on the sofa, and the two women got on either side of me. Arms around their naked shoulders, I reflected on how wonderful sex could be.
"Well, that finishes me for now," I said, looking at their flushed, pretty faces, their dreamy, sex-drunk eyes. "But listen," I went on. "If you two are up for more, don't mind me."
They were, at that! Jokingly banishing me to a chair across the way, they got right to it.
Blonde Sally lay back again, her slim legs spreading and her little tits pointing up, and Marilyn got over her, head to foot. The well-built brunette, my dream woman, looked marvelous, with her heavy, perfectly shaped breasts hanging, her smooth back arched, and her magnificent ass raised. But, soon enough, she lowered her beautiful, dark-furred slit to her partner's eager tongue.
In turn, Marilyn's mouth worked over Sally's small pink sex, separating her tender folds, teasing her clit, until they both were shuddering with joy.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I played along! Inspired by the sight of them, I got a huge erection and began stroking it. I had perfect timing, too. Just when a mind-numbing climax overtook me, the women went through a heaving, quivering mutual orgasm. They took their mouths away from each other and looked over just in time to see me shooting gobs of white stuff into the air.
"Wow," Marilyn said, as she later knelt nakedly in front of me, cleaning up her carpet. "I take back my complaint about the office not having sexy people."
"I aim to please," I grinned, watching her marvelous, hourglass figure move. Then I looked over at young Sally, who was luxuriating on the sofa, rubbing her well-sucked, well-fucked little pussy. "And you gave me more than I bargained for, too!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
I almost fell in love with Marilyn. The beautiful brunette and I had many more sessions, some of them also spiced up by Sally. One evening, my partner and I even made it on my office desk.
But she and I were still in our twenties, and we wanted to keep playing the field. So, while remaining friends, we drifted off to other experiences.
One of the great things about my advertising job was the opportunity to travel. I never had to pay for a vacation, because of all the exotic places I visited on business. But when the work was done, there was a better kind of "business" to attend to....
I was in the Bahamas, when I saw her in a bar. She was about five-three, mid-twenties, and had shoulder-length blonde hair and a cute face. Her blue eyes were lively, her nose was tip-tilted, and her mouth was small and heart-shaped. But her body, especially, did my heart good.
In a tight white dress that rode high on her juicy thighs and low on her large round breasts, she was an outright symphony of curves. From behind, her compact body was a perfect hourglass. From the side, the swell of her tits and ass were like an erotic fantasy. And from the front, when I went over and said hello, just the sight of her gave me an instant hard-on.
Her name was Heather, and she knew very well what she had. She teased and she flaunted, obviously feeling sexy from the inside out, knowing how to come across as temptingly as she could. I could barely keep my eyes off her swelling cleavage, which threatened to burst out of her dress, nipples and all. I sneaked glances at her hemline, which was almost up to her snatch; I didn't think she was wearing underwear. But she didn't mind me looking.
She had recognized me as a promiscuous guy, as well. So, after one more drink, we went right on up to her room to fuck.
I stripped down, and Heather wiggled out of her tight white dress. Naked, she was just as good as I'd imagined, a real sex-bomb of smooth, firm flesh. I grabbed her shoulders and French-kissed her small, hot mouth. I cupped her hand-filling breasts, nicked her hard little nipples, and groped her tight, round ass. She lay back on the bed, and I got over her. When I slid my hard cock between her curvy legs, her blonde-furred pussy was slick and tight. She wriggled under me, meeting my thrusts. Her hot, compact body simply exuded sex!
"Ooo!" she squealed in my ear. "Fuck me! I love the feel of your big hard dick. Fuck me good!"
"Yeah, baby," I panted, plunging rhythmically into her. "I'll fuck you. Oh, yeah!"
I got wilder and wilder, and so did Heather. Her tight pussy worked wonders on my rod, thrilling its slippery length. In turn, my cock must have been doing her love hole proud, because she squirmed with joy. Quickly, we built to a climax.
"Ooo, I'm cumming!" she shrieked, bumping her mound up at me. Her round tits shook, and her blonde head thrashed around. "Ooo. Ooo!"
That did it for me, too. I felt a huge orgasm start at the base of my dick, then flow out to its tip and halfway up my spine. "Oh, baby!" I shouted, as I pumped my urgent cum. "Yeah!"
We lay side by side, catching our breath after that first, fast fuck. Heather was about the best I'd ever had, I decided. There were three things that made a woman sexy: how she looked, how she acted, and the feeling she inspired. This hot blonde had all three!
"I hope I didn't put you off," my new friend laughed, lolling nakedly around. "I'm a nympho and an exhibitionist, I'll admit it. I'm free and I'm shameless. I love to show off my body to men. Then, when their dicks are nice and hard, I just love to fuck!"
"Far from it," I replied, stroking her firm tits and her juicy pussy. I remembered the older exhibitionist I'd once known. "You didn't put me off, you got me off! I guess it's nature's way for women to attract like that, which really puts men in their power. And it's every man's dream to have a woman use what she has to the fullest!"
Still, I wasn't prepared for the next afternoon, when I'd agreed to meet Heather at the beach.
She was wearing the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen! On top, only two small patches of thin white cloth covered her round, jiggling tits. Their smooth flesh swelled out not just above, but below. And, while her hard red nipples weren't bare, I could see them clearly through the fabric.
The sight was even better below. Held only by a thin string over her curvy hips and between her springy buns, an equally tiny patch of cloth "covered" her pussy. I could see its lips, and wisps of soft yellow fur peeked out all around.
Then there was the way Heather moved. As we walked along on the sand, guys were stopped dead in their tracks by her sexy wiggle. Although she wore a wholesome smile, every inch of her compact body shouted "Sex!" I was the envy of every staring male, and I thought I might have to fight for her. It was all I could do, too, to keep my dick under control.
"There ought to be a law against you," I told her, grinning, my arm around her trim waist. My hand wandered down to a swiveling hip, then up to a swinging breast.
"I told you I was an exhibitionist," Heather laughed in reply. "But if you'll take me back to my room, I'll show you what else I can do!"
We practically ran back. Once there, I pulled the strings of her bikini, and she was naked again. I slipped off my swimsuit, freeing my big, throbbing dong. This time, she had me lie on the bed, with my maypole pointing straight up. Then, with a giggle of anticipation, she straddled me.
Using her fingers, she opened her creaming pussy. Ever so slowly, she lowered it onto me. It was an incredible thrill to look down and watch myself go in inch by inch, until she had me to the hilt. It was even better when she started moving, riding me to her heart's content.
Once again her tight, hot sleeve worked on my slippery shaft. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, giving me a beautiful view of her full, hanging breasts. Then she straightened up, and, with a provocative pout, cupped her boobs in her hands. She lifted them to her mouth and licked her hard red nipples.
"Wheel" Heather squealed, swinging her blonde hair, working her amazing pussy on my turned on prick. "When I do it cowgirl style, I like to pretend I'm dancing. Dancing in front of a big crowd, with a dick inside me!"
"Keep talking like that," I told her, "and you won't be dancing on a hard dick for long. I'll cum!"
And sure enough, I did, and so did she. Her tummy tensed, her thighs went tight, and her pussy spasmed juicily. My orgasm, though quickly reached, was unbelievably strong. But just when I started to spurt my steaming load, she raised up off me.
"Ooo, I want to see!" she shrieked with delight. "Show me a fountain!"
Then she held my pumping dick in her hand while I sprayed jets of white stuff into the air. Count on her to make exhibitionists out of her men, too!
I lay back, totally satisfied. I must have slept through the afternoon, because the next thing I was aware of was Heather prancing around the room. I'd asked her out for dinner, and she was getting ready. But she was doing that in her own special way.
"Wherever there's a nympho exhibitionist, there's a voyeur," she purred. "So I'm going to give you your own private fashion show!"
At that, she walked to her closet, and began to model dresses for me. But she only held them up in front of her sleek, curvy body. Her round breasts peeped out to the sides, and I caught glimpses of her cute blonde pussy. When she turned, I saw her silky back and her bouncy ass. My cock sprang up once more!
But she had one costume that really drove me wild. It consisted of two small gold cones that fitted onto her nipples, and a little gold triangle that stuck onto her snatch.
"Even I'm not bold enough to wear these in public," Heather laughed.
She finally settled on a thin yellow dress that showed nearly everything, as usual. We stopped by my room for my clothes, then went to dinner. When we got back, needless to say, we got it on again.
The hot blonde knelt at my feet and freed my straining cock. Opening her heart-shaped mouth, she took in its swollen red head. She worked on that for a while, as tingles of pleasure ran through me. I stroked her blonde hair, and her blue eyes gazed wantonly up at me.
"Ah!" I sighed. "You're a tease. But I know those lips of yours are made for sucking."
"I can take a hint," she purred. Then she took as much of my throbbing shaft in her mouth as she could.
Heather gave me great head while I stood there going rigid with ecstasy. She raked my dick lightly with her teeth. She used her practiced tongue on my underside. She formed her lips around me, creating a wonderful suction.
"Ah!" I sighed again. "Girl, you're the best!"
Now I just had to get my mouth on her tasty-looking pussy. So we stripped down, and went head to foot on our sides on the bed. She kept sucking my cock while I burrowed between her juicy thighs. I nuzzled her blonde pubic fur, which was humid and sweet-smelling. Then I separated her tender labia with my tongue.
"Eee!" Heather squealed around my dick, when I started licking her clit. Her naked body shuddered, and she clamped her thighs on my head. I licked all around her pretty folds, then made my tongue hard and plunged it inside her. I was met by a flood of delicious juice, which I lapped up thirstily. Giving head as well as getting it had always made me hotter, and tonight was no exception. My dick felt huge and wonderful in her hot mouth.
Then she came, practically squirting pussy stuff onto my face. I had my arms around her ass, and I felt her whole body go through paroxysms of joy. Her thighs hugged my head even tighter. Her mouth moved even faster on my happy dick. Who could ever say there was anything wrong with sex?
Now I shot off too, right into her mouth. There was no time to ask her, but I decided that someone as upfront as she wouldn't mind. I came volumes, pumping hot jism until I thought I'd never stop. My pulsating cock felt like it was in heaven. My whole straining body was deeply fulfilled.
"Oh!" Heather and I both shouted, when our mouths were free to speak. "Oh, that was great. Oh!"
And I'd shot so deeply that there wasn't even a trace of my cum on her pretty mouth.
From that night on, for the rest of my stay in the Bahamas, it was marathon fucking for Heather and me. We did everything imaginable, for at least two long sessions a day. There was the night we made it on the beach, matching our erotic action to the rhythm of the waves. And the time she did a torrid, naked dance for me while I sat on a sofa. She bounded toward me, shapely legs spread, and landed in my lap with her creaming slit going right onto my upstanding rod! With her arms around my neck and my hands supporting her firm ass, I stood up and carried her around the room, humping all the way. Then I shot up into her, while she squealed with glee.
"I'm always sexy, not just in bed," Heather told me once as she walked around, exhibiting her hot female body. "And I'm upbeat, too. Sex is the greatest gift, so why not enjoy it?"
"I won't argue with that," I laughed. "With your looks and that attitude, you blow men's minds."
"And their dicks!" she couldn't resist adding.
Our absolute best time, though, was our last night together. Heather wanted to cook dinner at the kitchenette in her room. She did so, of course, wearing only a tiny apron, with her cute butt sticking out and her round breasts jiggling busily above the counter. My mouth was watering, and not just for the food!
Then she changed into the short, tight white dress she was wearing when I met her in the bar. As we ate by candlelight, I took in her wonderful body once more. After dinner, she went out on the balcony and leaned over the rail, letting the sea breeze ruffle her blonde hair. Her breasts swelled, almost popping out of her low neckline. Her sexy hips wiggled, and the backs of her silky thighs were tight and exciting.
That was when I did what I'd surely wanted to do the first time I saw her. I'd wanted to fuck her right then and there, in front of all those people, without even going to a room. But now, with her in the same brief dress, I did it. She'd turned me into a healthy exhibitionist, too!
Coming up behind her, I lifted her skirt. She never wore any panties, so her curvy ass was bare, and her slit was visible between her thighs. Freeing my hard dick and opening her with my fingers, I plunged back into the tight sleeve I'd come to know so well. She shivered with delight when she felt me in her. Rotating her juicy pussy on my probing rod, she arched her back and purred. There was the provocative sound of flesh contacting naked flesh as our hot loins met. As she wriggled in ecstasy, her round breasts did pop out of her dress, their red nipples hard. I reached around and cupped them in my hands. It was the wildest standing fuck I'd ever had!
"Ah!" Heather cried, there in the open night air. She kept gazing out to sea while I pumped her pussy from behind. "Ah. Ah!"
And, all the time, there were people walking on the beach below. I wondered if they could see what we were doing, but I didn't care if they could. Maybe they noticed the passionate look on her face as she got it on the other end. As she herself had said, every exhibitionist needs voyeurs. But now I was happily in on the act as well!
Then she came, and it was like a bomb going off around my rod. Again her pussy juice flowed, and again every inch of her sex-charged body quivered madly.
And when I came, it was with the most powerful orgasm of our affair. I'd saved the best for last! A bolt of lightning seemed to hit at the base of my cock, then surge out along its twitching length. As I shot jets of hot, white cum into that standing blonde, I thought the force might drive her off the balcony! I even grabbed her hips to hold her to me. But at last, weak-kneed and happy, we staggered back into the room.
The next morning, we said good-bye, knowing we wouldn't soon forget a trip like that!
CHAPTER EIGHT
So that was Heather, my hot lover in the Bahamas. She taught me, as never before, that sex could be just good clean fun. And if there's any doubt about the power of her exhibitionism, I can picture her showing her naked body to me right now!
But on to another one of my sexual travels, to a less exotic place. And, yes, I was a bit of a rascal, even with married women....
I was on the road alone in the company car, when I had to stop at a rural garage for a minor repair. The owner, a big, burly guy who was also a truck driver, was just leaving on an overnight haul. But he put me in the good hands of his wife, Crystal.
Crystal was about thirty, like I'd gotten to be by that time, and was pretty, with short dark hair. Her body, in blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a brown corduroy jacket, was slender and good. She was a lusty, down-to-earth country girl. And the way our eyes met told me she was ready for some outside action.
She fixed the car, and we went for a test drive. As we bumped over the country roads, it seemed natural to put my arm around her, so I did. She didn't pull away, and her shoulder moved sexily under my touch. It was dinner time, and she suggested that we stop for a bite.
"Are you sure your husband won't care?" I asked, though I must confess that being with a married gal turned me on.
Crystal brushed back her dark hair. "No. That's the problem. He doesn't care. I'm starved for attention. All he cares about is watching wrestling on TV."
Now she was, perversely, even more desirable to me because of the danger. We found a diner that conveniently had a motel next to it. All through dinner, I couldn't keep my eyes off her full breasts in her T-shirt and her shapely ass in her blue jeans. Then we got a room at the motel.
As soon as the door was closed, Crystal and I really let go. We kissed long and deeply, and my hands went to her sex-starved body at last. I massaged her breasts, feeling her nipples get hard, and I cupped her ass, pulling her mound to me. I'd been nursing a hard-on ever since I met her, and now my cock grew strong as iron.
"I want to be wild tonight!" she exclaimed, a wanton look in her eyes. "I want to do everything. With that husband of mine, when it does happen, it's over in a minute."
"I'll try to keep up," I laughed, grinding my body against hers. Now there was the added thrill of outdoing her mate.
Then, before I could do it, she took off her jacket, T-shirt and bra. Her breasts came free, full but round, with smooth white flesh and red nipples. She looked great, naked to the waist in her jeans. I reached out and held her tits, then bent down and kissed them, flicking her nipples with my tongue. But soon we moved on.
"I want your cock," Crystal panted, kneeling down and tugging at my fly. "Lover, I want your meat!"
It sprang out to meet her, blue-veined and throbbing, harder and bigger than I'd felt it in ages. She rubbed her sexy tits on it, almost making me lose control. Then she got it in her mouth and gave me head.
It was fantastic watching, not to mention feeling, my rod go into her pretty face. I could see its outline on her cheek as she took it. She sucked like an expert, tilting back her head and taking me deep, looking up at me wantonly. Probably her husband, given his inattention, never even got this far with her.
"Oh, baby!" I sighed, stroking her dark hair. "Do it. Do it to me!"
But I didn't want to finish that way, and neither did Crystal. So she got up, gave me a naughty look, and shucked off her jeans and panties. There she was, wiggling her smooth white ass at me, then thrusting her dark-furred mound forward. Really into it now, she sucked on two fingers, then used them to open up her pussy.
"Oh, if my husband could see me now!" she laughed.
That was yet another turn-on, knowing that I was about to have her and he wasn't. I tore off my own clothes and stood naked with her while she stroked my muscles and fingered my swollen rod and balls.
"Ooo, you've got such a long, strong dick!" Crystal exclaimed. She took my tip and rubbed it in her pussy hair. "My husband's a big guy, but his is small."
Then she bounded onto the bed and spread wide for me. I could see all the pink she had, down to her tight, juicy love hole.
"Come fuck me now," she urged. "Stick your big cock way up my married cunt!"
I surely did. After the way she'd led me on, I was over and in her in a second, pushing to the hilt. I thought it might have been too fast, but her eyes told me that she wanted it that way, and more. As I got into an urgent rhythm, she bucked her hips upward, hitting me with her hard mound. She was wonderfully deep and tight, her hot sleeve feeling like velvet on my slippery shaft. Her fine tits shook and bobbed, her smooth legs stuck straight up in the air, and her arms and her dark head thrashed around as she lost herself in a wild, forbidden fuck.
"Uh. Uh. Uh," Crystal panted as she took me. "Oh, you're fucking my brains out! Oh, I've waited for this for so long."
After what she'd said about her husband, I wasn't about to cum in a minute and roll off her. So I paced myself, though it was tough with her carrying on that way.
"Let's switch, and you ride me," I said after a while. When I pulled out and lay back, she almost kept balling without me! But then she lowered her sopping wet pussy back onto my vertical rod, and we were ready to go again.
Now she was crazier than ever, since she was in control. I looked down and saw the insides of her smooth thighs tighten as her furry snatch worked my dick. She lunged up and down, fast then slow then fast again, and even swiveled her hips as I went into every part of her. With her eyes closed and her pretty face straining, she sucked on her fingers, bit her fist, then squeezed her breasts and pinched her hard red nipples. Again, it was all I could do to keep from shooting up into her, but I knew there'd be even more if I held off.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" Crystal screamed now. "Oh, here it is. Oh, God. Oh!" Her pussy tightened around me, and she put out volumes of juice.
She eased off me, smiling contentedly. But then, to my surprise, she had me sit up against the headboard. She stood on the mattress, with her hands on the wall above me, and arched her body over my face, giving me a fantastic view. I could see her taut thighs and belly and the swelling undersides of her breasts. Best of all, though, was her juicy pink pussy, which she thrust forward until its dark fur was tickling my nose.
"Smells great, doesn't it?" she asked, in her lusty, down-to-earth manner. "Well, it tastes even better. Eat my cunt!"
I dove right in. Separating her labia with my tongue, I found her clit and licked it avidly. Her spread legs grew tighter, and she squealed with delight. I went on to lap her juices and to poke my hard tongue into her. Soon Crystal came again.
"Oh, man!" she shouted from above me. "Oh, nobody's eaten my pussy for ages. It feels great. Ah!" With a new flood of pussy cum, she ground her cunt against my mouth.
Then she came down, got on her elbows and knees, and motioned me around behind her. She reached back and spread herself, again showing me her tender pink folds. The juice was absolutely dripping out of her, and she looked marvelous. Her love hole beckoned to my rock-hard cock, almost as if they had minds of their own.
Crystal looked at me over her shoulder, with her most wanton expression yet. "Put it to me hard," she invited. "And squeeze my titties while you fuck!"
I wasn't slow to obey. Kneeling behind her and savoring the moment, I inserted my dick tip between her vulva, and went in a fraction of an inch at a time. The anticipation made my cock harder and thicker still, not to mention what it did to Crystal.
"Oh, give it to me," she begged, her slender body quivering. "You're driving me wild. Give me all of it. Please!"
So I did. Finally, thrusting deeply into her, I fucked her for all I was worth. I grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy to me, feeling my rod drive back to my spine. Then, as she'd asked, I reached forward and squeezed her full, hanging tits. She reached back under herself and stroked her clit to heighten her pleasure. I could even feel her fingers on the underside of my sliding rod.
"Uh. Uh. Uh," Crystal panted again, as I fucked her to distraction. "Oh, God, you're a real stud!"
By that time, the heat from her naked body was unbelievable. Her pretty face was flushed, her dark hair was damp, and her tight pussy felt like it was on fire. It created a wonderful suction as my dick slid in it, and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer.
"Gonna fill you up, baby," I grunted, giving her a slap on her springy ass. "Gonna cum!"
"Oh, yeah!" she squealed back. "Do it, lover. I need it. I'm aching for it. Fill my hot quim with your jizz. Put out my fire!"
And I did. As she came yet again, a huge orgasm started at the base of my spine, then flowed out to my tingling cockhead and back again. Soon I was pumping her full of my stuff, burst after burst of it, grasping her hips and holding her tight to me so I wouldn't spill a drop. My legs tensed and shook, my ass quivered, and I felt a massive rush as I totally let go. My Big O kept surging through me, feeling like two or three. I seemed to pump forever, and her active pussy seemed to suck out every bit of my seed. Finally I pulled out, and we collapsed together on the motel room bed, panting and sweating and sighing, happily exhausted.
I had one more mind-blowing surprise from that wild, abandoned wife. Crystal's sex-drunk eyes looked over at me, and she smiled. She stuck a finger in her snatch, came back with a gob of my stuff, and licked it off with her pretty pink tongue!
We showered separately, since we couldn't risk arousing each other again. I couldn't remember when I'd had such all-out, totally free fucking. My partner had been storing up for ages, and apparently, so had I.
Crystal and I got dressed, and I dropped her back at the rural garage. I felt sorry to leave her for her selfish, inadequate husband, and I told her I wished I could know her more.
She told me not to worry, though. "You've only known me for a few hours," she said. "But you probably know my body better than anyone else ever has." She smiled. "And what we did tonight will last a very long time. Sometimes, that kind of sex is better than love!"
CHAPTER NINE
Crystal was right. Sometimes a one-night, no-strings stand is surprisingly genuine, and is good for what ails you. It takes you away from your everyday worries, because it puts you in that all-consuming, God-given pleasure that is sex.
And you don't even have to travel to find such an experience. Often, it's waiting just around the corner....
Late one Friday night, I was cruising around downtown. I'd had a rough day at the office, my date had stood me up, and I couldn't seem to unwind.
That's when I saw Samantha, as her name turned out to be, walking along a deserted street. I could tell that she wasn't a hooker, just a night shift worker headed home. So I pulled over and offered her a ride. And, after looking over my business suit and my late-model car, she got in.
Samantha was about twenty. She had a plain face, light blonde hair tied back, and a decent-looking body in a white sweater and slacks. But her attitude, which was like Crystal's, was the best thing about her.
"I won't lie," I told her as we drove along. "I need a woman tonight. If you're not game, don't worry, I'll just take you home. But if you want a man, I'll do my best to make you happy."
Samantha studied me for a moment. "Why not?" she finally replied. "I like sex. And I could use some relaxation after the day I've had, too."
So I took her to my place, and poured some drinks. Then, sitting beside her on the couch, I put my arms around her.
She responded freely, getting her warm body in contact with mine. Her face was plain, but I forgot all about that when she kissed me hotly. Her wide blue eyes met mine with a look of deep anticipation.
"Mmmmm," Samantha purred, moving in my arms. "I love to get close. People should be comfortable with sex, with themselves, and with each other."
Fate had been with me. I couldn't have found a better pickup if I'd driven all night!
She went on to unbutton her white sweater, and I helped her. I unhooked her thin bra, freeing her warm breasts. They were heavy and cone-shaped, with hard red nipples and wide aureoles. But what she did with them was something else.
"Do you like them?" she asked, as she lifted and stroked them. "I do. They may not be the best boobs in the world, but if you love yourself, I think that makes every part of you sexy."
My sentiments exactly, which applied to even the plainest person. I gave her my answer by kissing all over her tits, while my cock grew rock-hard in my pants. Without any shyness, she reached down and stroked it.
Then Samantha stood up, smiled, and shucked off her slacks and panties. I was met by another rush of warmth, and by the sight of her rounded belly, yellow bush, and smooth white ass. Again, she wasn't a centerfold, but what she did with what she had made all the difference. Using her hands like a lover's, she ran them up and down her naked flesh. She squeezed her tits, pressed her belly, and grabbed the twin globes of her butt. Holding her crotch, she fingered open her wet pink seam. When she was done, her whole body was incredibly sex-charged and vibrant.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped, her blue eyes glazing over and her red lips parted. "Now I'm ready. Now I'm sexy Samantha!"
My mouth followed her hands. Having her stand close to me where I still sat on the couch, I pulled her fingers away from her pussy and replaced them with my tongue. Not only did I need a willing woman tonight, but I wanted to please one, too. I explored her tender folds with my tongue tip, then probed deep inside her. She shivered and sighed, running her fingers through my hair while I held her tensing ass to bring her closer. Her warm juices flowed out and spread over my face.
"Mmmmm!" she purred, in a high, sexy voice. "This is wonderful!"
Then she wriggled away from me knelt down, and freed my throbbing dick from my pants. Her eyes widened when she saw its big head and its long, thick shaft. She explored it curiously with her fingers, and planted little kisses along its engorged length.
"Yes, I love myself," she nodded. "But I love a good, hard hunk of man even better!"
Samantha went on to show it. She tilted her blonde head, opened her mouth wide, and took my dick deeply. Although she was only twenty, her hot orifice worked expertly on me. Her tongue moved on the sensitive underside of my cock in a way that drove me wild. Her lips created a marvelous suction. I gazed down at her arching back and her waving ass, and she looked candidly up at me.
"Oh, yeah!" I sighed, stroking her tied-back hair and her soft shoulders. "Girl, you are the best!"
But before I came, she disgorged my cock and helped me off with my clothes. I lay back on the couch, and she proceeded to massage my body with every inch of hers. Arching over me, she ran her cone-shaped tits down my face and then my chest, winding up at my upstanding prick. She shook her breasts on my prick, then held them together with her hands to make a channel for me, while I lunged between them. I wasn't even inside her yet, and already I was fucking!
"Sex is great," Samantha laughed. "So we might as well do it every which way we can!"
Then she hunched up and straddled my thigh. While we kissed hotly, she rode my leg. The feel of her soft pussy fur sent thrills through me, and my leg became slick from her flowing juices. My erection was next to her sexy, naked hip, and I almost came from rubbing against it.
Finally, I put on a rubber, and Samantha moved up farther and eased her hot slit down on my swollen rod. What she'd done first had made it worth the wait, and had made it worlds better. That average woman had made an art form out of sex. I wondered if I'd picked up some ancient nympho goddess, because every inch of her was like sex itself!
She went on to fuck me madly. Her sleeve was tight and formfitting, almost enough to make a man cum without even moving. Still, she levered it onto my dick with total abandon, wiggling her hips and creating an incredible sensation. Her breasts bobbed, their hard nipples brushing my chest as she leaned forward. She looked into my eyes with a wonderful and enthusiastic expression.
"Oh, boy!" Samantha panted. "I do love sex. I love to suck a man. But even more, I love a big strong cock inside me!"
"Oh, yeah!" I responded. "This is so right. This is how it's meant to be!"
Then the young blonde twirled around and fucked with her sexy back to me. I massaged the smooth white globes of her ass while her tight pussy continued to work its magic. I reached up and around and held her breasts, fondling her nipples. I stroked her hard, tensed thighs. Her hair swung in my face as she leaned back toward me.
We rolled off the couch onto the carpeted floor. Now she got on her hands and knees, and I knelt and slid my tool into her quim from behind. As I grasped her waist and fucked strongly, her hanging breasts swung back and forth and even out to her sides. Her pussy was completely open to me, and her sex juice practically squirted out around my rod. My dick ran along her clit, making her whole body quiver with ecstasy.
"Oh, yeah!" Samantha exclaimed. "Fuck me good. Really put it to me. Go, go, go!"
After a few more of my hot thrusts, she came. I don't think I'd ever seen or felt anything like it! Her every female muscle flexed, as though her climax wasn't just in her tight pussy, but in her entire shuddering form. She lunged back at me so strongly that I thought I'd lose my balance as she rode her orgasm to the end.
"Oh!" she moaned. "Ooo!" she squealed. "Eee!" she screamed. At last she subsided, with a wonderful "Ahh!"
When this woman loved something, she showed it. She also believed in telling it like it was.
I hadn't cum yet, since I wanted to see what else that amazing young woman could do. So I rolled her over on the plush carpet and put it to her in missionary position. Even that way, she was something else.
"Oh," Samantha giggled. "You want some more. Well, I'm young, energetic, and willing. Go right ahead!"
I plunged deeply into her, really going for my own big O. I built slowly, wanting to savor every second of it, wanting to make it one I'd never forget. It seemed only fitting on an amazing night like this. Her tight pussy helped, seeming to take every sensation of mine and give it back a hundredfold. Not only was she completely open, but she was willing to achieve an absolute oneness with her partner.
"Go for it!" my hot pickup urged me, running her hands wildly over my back and hips. She tensed her inner muscles, sending electricity up my spine. She bumped her mound upward, meeting every one of my thrusts. "Just do it, lover. Go all the way!"
I did. Soon I felt a marvelous pressure at the base of my dick, then a heavenly release. My orgasm began at the tip of my cock, then flowed back and forth along its throbbing length, with an incredible, piercing sensation. It was easily the longest and strongest I'd ever experienced, and I did experience every moment of it. Oceanic waves of pleasure seemed to surge through me forever.
When I started pumping, I could feel every hot, urgent jet.
"Oh!" I moaned, as, like a surfer, I rode that perfect wave to the end. My whole being rushed out to the sex goddess I'd found.
My whole body came!
Afterward, still naked, Samantha and I relaxed together, lying in each other's arms on the carpet. We hadn't even made it to the bed, but we'd done everything, and more! If I'd started out the night wanting to unwind, now I felt a peace that I hadn't known in ages.
"I don't know what to say," I told my sudden lover. "Can I see you again?"
"No," she replied, with a mystical smile. "Let's just leave this night special. It was the stuff that dreams and legends are made of!"
CHAPTER TEN
When I look back, I notice that I always seemed to be getting into, and I do mean getting into, certain types of women or sexual experiences. There were older women, then threesomes, then encounters while traveling.
Then, like Samantha, there were blondes. And there was one more of those before I made that my type for keeps..
I was at a football game with some buddies, when I noticed her sitting in the next row down. She had feathery blonde hair, a pretty face, and a curvy body in a black sweater, blue jeans, and brown boots. It was a mid-season game, sunny but chilly, and I noticed that she was shivering.
So, not being shy, I introduced myself and offered her my jacket.
"I'm Marcy," she said, turning and smiling, laying her arm on the seat back. The way her full breasts stuck out and her firm ass shifted made my pulse rate climb. "Thanks."
I draped my team jacket over her shoulders. Then I noticed that the seat next to hers was empty. Certainly not being shy, I asked if I could join her.
"Sure," the thirty-ish blonde replied. So, as my buddies gave me the thumbs-up sign, I found myself with a date for the afternoon.
I put my arm around Marcy, and we talked, hitting it off real well. After the game, we walked out of the stadium together. Our team had lost, but I knew that I'd won!
"Want to stop at a bar, or grab some food?" I asked her.
"No," she replied, with a not-too-mysterious smile. "Let's skip that part."
"Wow!" I grinned. Then we found our cars in the parking lot, and drove to her place. I cursed the traffic every step of the way.
Once inside her door, we were on each other like gangbusters. I did stand back for a moment, feasting my eyes on her full, jutting breasts in the black sweater, her trim waist and curvy hips in the jeans, and even the sexy cleft between her luscious thighs. But then it was a race to get naked.
Quickly, we were down to my shorts and her black thong panties. I was holding her big breasts in my hands, nuzzling them and tickling the pink nipples to hardness with my tongue. Her fine tits didn't sag at all, pointing straight outward in a way that would drive any man wild. I just had to kneel down to get a view from below. And when I did, I found my face right next to her humid snatch.
So I peeled off her panties, having to gasp when I saw her moist blonde fur and her wet pink seam. Her pussy was just as fine as her breasts, not to mention the rest of her sexy body! I didn't mean to objectify her; instead, I meant to praise her. And I wanted to make her happy, which I proceeded to do.
Separating her labia with my tongue, I began licking her joy button. At the same time, I ran my hands over her smooth round buns and her curvy thighs.
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" Marcy sighed in response. She quivered with passion, and her fingers clutched my hair.
I kept on eating her, and she grew hotter and hotter. Then I tore my mouth away, stood up, and stripped off my shorts. If I'd gasped when I first saw her pussy, she did so now at the sight of my super erect, pointing rod!
After I'd made myself safe, she knelt down, smiled dreamily up at me, and put her pretty red lips on my sensitive cock tip. Soon she took more and more, arching her neck and bobbing her blonde head. Before I came, though, I helped her up and we headed for the bed.
We started with her on top, and boy, did she know how to ride! Her strong thighs hugged me, and I held her trim waist as she lowered her hot, dripping vagina onto my throbbing, vertical dong.
She was wonderfully tight inside, a real dream. Putting her hands on my chest, she started riding in long strokes, exciting my whole pulsating length. Her large, firm, hard-nippled breasts jogged in a way that drove me mad, while her smooth and springy ass felt wonderful when it met my straining thighs.
"Ooo. Ooo. Oh, yes!" Marcy squealed, tossing her blonde hair. Her mouth was open, her eyes were closed in passion, and her whole naked body was squirming, simply charged with sex. "Yes!"
Again, though, I urged her off me before either of us came. Having her get on her hands and knees on the bed, I moved around to put it to her pussy from behind. While she waved her ass in the air, inviting me and waiting for my meat, I paused to get a better look at her fine, wide-open quim. It was absolutely tantalizing, with its soft yellow fur and tender pink folds, not to mention the opening that had already given me so much pleasure. With a thrill, I watched closely as I pushed my rod back in.
Then I was thrusting once more, in hot, urgent strokes, while she lunged back at me in rhythm. Her tight sleeve felt like it had been custom-made for my long, slippery tool. As I fucked, I rubbed her smooth white ass; I held her trim waist; I stroked her velvety back; I reached underneath and hefted her shaking breasts. Her every curvy contour looked and felt fantastic as she writhed sinuously, balling to her heart's content!
That was when I had an idea; or maybe she'd already invited it. There was a bottle of scented oil on the bedside table, and I used it. Pouring a generous amount on her back, I rubbed it all over her. Now her female flesh was slick and shiny, like that of the older redhead I'd once fucked with oil. She looked even better if that was possible, she felt even better than that, and she herself was even more turned on! She looked like a blonde sex goddess, her mind on hold, and conscious only of my big dick moving in her.
Marcy and I got wilder and wilder. We moved into other positions and slid around on each other, there in her apartment after the football game. If we'd met at an athletic event, then this was active, athletic sex at its best. And if she'd been chilly then, she was sure hot now! We were both lusty sports fans, and this was the best sport of all.
Then Marcy came, lunging her pussy at me so hard that I thought it would swallow my cock. Her whole body went stiff as shudders of ecstasy ran through her and a rush of warm juice flowed out of her hole. My cock was awash with it as I kept plunging. She reached down and stroked her clit, heightening her orgasm, her fingers also exciting my sliding dong. I gripped her tits and ass, helping her cum until she was done.
That took me over the top as well. I felt a major orgasm start at my cockhead, then run back my shaft, then down my legs and up my spine. My head throbbed, and my fingers and toes curled as it lasted for a good long time. Then I began to pump and shoot. I pulled my dick out of Marcy and whipped off my rubber so that she could watch me spurt. She did, with hungry, sex-drunk blue eyes.
"Touchdown!" I couldn't resist shouting, as I shot strand after urgent white strand of jism. "Score!" And, laughing at how good it had been for both of us, we collapsed into each other's arms.
But we were still covered with the oil, so we soon got up and showered together. And that led to an encore performance!
I was standing under the warm spray, lathering Marcy's large, jutting breasts, when my cock sprang to attention again. As she took hold of it and soaped it, my hand wandered to her wet blonde pussy hair, and my middle finger into her slit. We both began to sigh and shudder happily.
Then she grasped the shower rod and raised one shapely leg, planting her foot on the rim of the tub. In that position, and after getting a rubber, I was able to slide my dick up and into her, which I certainly did!
It was great to be fucking as the water rolled off our bodies. Where our first time had been frantic, this one was slow and easy as we gradually built to a climax. Her lusty loins felt wonderful on my probing cock.
Our free hands were working, too, all over each other's soapy form. The sensation of her wet, sex-charged flesh seemed to spread from my hands through my body, all the way to my throbbing dick. If it was great to be felt, I knew, it was just as good to feel.
I pulled out, moved around in the tub, and slid back into Marcy's pussy from behind. Now her firm ass was pressing my front, and I was able to hold her fine breasts and stroke her tensing tummy. I felt like I could go on forever with this endlessly stimulating woman. A series of tingles went through my probing rod, almost as good as a real cum.
But then I did cum, and so did she. There in our watery world, we took the slippery ride together. She yanked on the shower rod so hard that she bent it, while I hugged her for dear life and we shuddered in unison. It was a struggle to keep our footing on the slick porcelain, and I was afraid we'd fall and hurt ourselves. After all, most accidents occurred in the home!
But what we had was no accident. "Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh!" we shouted, as we lost ourselves in a long, strong climax. We'd gone for sex, and we'd won.
"Quite a game today," blonde Marcy joked as we toweled off and got dressed.
"Yes," I laughed. "Plenty of scoring!"
Then I chased her, clad only in her panties, around her bedroom, watching her breasts and bottom jiggle.
"Can't catch this runner," she teased.
"Oh, yes, I can," I replied, as I gathered her into my arms. "Now let's grab some food, and then we'll kick off for a night game in bed!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
There's another category of sexual experience I almost forgot to mention. And that's oral! Of course, many encounters include it. But sometimes it can be the most important part, or even the only thing people do.
Oral may be more intimate than fucking, because one's sense organs are right next to the center of his or her partner's sexual being. Let me give a couple of good examples....
I met Gina in an Italian restaurant, where we had tables for one. Her thick black hair, deep brown eyes, and smooth olive skin really turned me on. That wasn't to mention her beautiful face and her voluptuous figure. Her round breasts swelled nearly out of the low-cut black dress she was wearing, making my mouth water for more than the food. Her trim waist, gorgeous ass, firm thighs, and well-turned calves did the rest to arouse me.
We started flirting across the room, and I joined her for dessert, over which we talked warmly and openly. Then I made my proposition, and it was off to her apartment!
When we undressed, her body was just as good as I'd imagined: delicious curves in black silk underwear. I kissed her sensuous lips and stroked her smooth bare shoulders. I unhooked her bra, and her breasts sprang free, heavy and firm with thick brown nipples. Gina laughed and rubbed them against my bare chest.
I hooked my thumbs in her panties and pushed them down, caressing her firm round ass. My hungry eyes took in her humid muff, as thick and black as I'd known it would be. Then I slipped my engorged cock between her silky thighs.
"Ooo, lover!" she purred. "That feels good!"
But now, because of how delicious she looked and the fact that we'd met in a restaurant, I had an idea.
"I could just eat you up!" I exclaimed.
"I like that expression," she replied.
"No, I mean it," I said. "Though I'm not the big bad wolf. In other words, let's concentrate on oral!"
"Okay," she laughed. "Suits me just fine!"
So I started by licking her shoulders. Her skin was salty and warm, and she quivered under my tongue. Moving her sexy hips, she dry-humped my rod between her legs. Her fur and her hot, wet slit felt great on my sensitive length.
But, in line with my plan, I hunched down and away, moving on to her heavy breasts. My tongue circled her hard nipples, making her shudder and sigh. Then I licked all over her tasty boobs, opening my mouth wide, getting in as much of them as I could.
I trailed my tongue down her quivering belly and found her sweet-smelling muff. Now I was really where I wanted to be! She ran her fingers through my hair as I knelt before her and began to give her head.
"Ooo, yes, lover," Gina panted from above me. "Do eat me up. Or eat me out!"
So I spread her labia, going for the slick pink inside. When my tongue found it, it was dripping with her juices. Now her fingers tightened on my hair as I started licking. I worked her clit, making her squeal with joy. I held and kneaded her gorgeous ass as I ate my fill of her sweet pussy!
Soon Gina came, going stiff, then collapsing on top of me. We sank to the fuck carpet of her bedroom, then hauled ourselves up and got on the mattress. After a moment's rest, she moved to my upstanding cock. Her dark eyes looking passionately up at me, her thick black hair falling over me, she began to lick my sensitive length.
"Turnabout's fair play," she laughed. "I can eat you up, too!"
Gina gave head in a way I could hardly believe. She was warm and hungry, going at it with a will. Her tongue circled my balls and ran along my cock's underside. She tickled my tip and licked off the pre-cum. She did absolutely incredible things at my sensitized base. It was all I could do to keep from cumming quickly.
But I was glad I hadn't. When she took me all the way in her mouth, I was in for the blow job of a lifetime. Tilting her dark head, she got me not just in her cheek, but halfway down her throat! Again her dark eyes gazed up at me as if to say, "See, I'm very good!"
"Oh, yeah!" I sighed, running my fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down. "Do it. Damn, I'm glad we went oral!"
It was fantastic to look down and see her at work. Her sensuous lips were tight on my member, moving from its tip to well up my shaft. She sucked as she moved, too, setting up an indescribable sensation. And her tongue was pressed tight against my underside.
Then, my whole body going rigid, a magnificent climax surged through me. I shot hot, urgent jets of jism as her mouth worked faster and faster. She even pressed her fingers behind my balls to heighten my orgasm. My cock was so deep down her throat that she hardly had to swallow as she took every drop of my stuff.
"Oh, damn!" I shouted, giving her all I had. "I must have known somehow. You're not only oral, you're the best!"
She disgorged me and we rested for a while, with her dark head on my shoulder. I gazed down along her round breasts, trim waist, and swelling thighs, feasting my eyes on her smooth olive flesh, not to mention her thick black muff. It didn't get much better than this, I thought.
But it did! Soon Gina got up and straddled me head to foot. With her in that position, I had a beautiful view of the tight backs of her thighs and her heavy, swinging breasts. Her black hair hanging down, she smiled at me between her legs. Best of all, though, was her wide-open snatch, just inches from my face!
Licking her lips, my partner started giving me world-class head once more. She was working me upside-down now, too, which made her mouth feel deliciously different on my renewed rod. She'd turned out to be my oral ideal!
Then she wiggled her hips, reminding me to tend to her as well. So I buried my face between her silky thighs and went for her slippery slit. Unlike the other time, I made my tongue hard and plunged it inside her. She gasped with delight, and her voluptuous body shuddered. I explored her love hole while her juices coated my lips and ran down my chin. She was quite a tasty dish! I'd never understood why some men thought eating pussy was gross, because to me it was the best part of a woman's body and just as clean as, or cleaner than, the rest of her.
The turn-on of eating her made my cock even stronger as she tended to it on the other end of our little sixty-nine. Her hungry mouth sucked and sucked, putting me through changes. It didn't hurt that her hanging breasts were brushing my belly, too.
We came at the same instant. Gina's pussy spasmed against my lips, and her warm flesh quivered. I darted my tongue into her faster and faster, urging her on. Her opening practically squirted juice now, so much that I could hardly keep up with it. What a fate, to be drowned in delicious female cum!
Her mouth was still full of my cock, of course, and her cumming made her suck me all the more. She had my dick so far down her throat that I thought she could swallow it. Her hot tongue was doing remarkable things on me, too. When I let loose, it was the kind of orgasm that's sudden, but grows even better as you get into it. Incredibly strong sensations ran through my cock, then my whole body. I ejaculated jet after jet of steaming jism. If my cock had been free, I might have shot halfway to the ceiling.
"Oh, yeah!" I shouted into her dark-furred, dripping wet pussy. "Oh. Oh, yeah!"
We stayed in that position for a few minutes of oral after play, tenderly licking each other's pubes. It was better than a gourmet meal in a four-star restaurant! We were so happy that we liked to eat and had no hang-ups about it. Finally, we lay back beside each other.
"Are you hungry now?" Gina asked, her dark eyes looking dreamily over at me.
"No," I laughed. "You put out enough stuff to last me until breakfast!"
"Me either," she purred. "I must have swallowed a pint of your tasty cum!"
She writhed sensuously against me while I stroked her full round breasts and her soggy black bush. In turn, she held my satisfied dick.
"An amazing night," I said. "Do you realize that we haven't even fucked?"
"Yep," she nodded. "But from the way your big dick felt in my mouth, I know it would be a real pussy-pleaser. And if you liked my sucking, you should feel my hot, tight cunt!"
Given that conversation, it didn't take me long to get hard one more time. Soon, my member was pointing toward the ceiling of her bedroom, and she eyed it longingly. Then she spread her firm, olive-skinned thighs and I rolled over on top of her. Oral was great, but it was also fine to fuck!
In one smooth motion, I slid my throbbing tool up into her long, slick sleeve. She was as tight and cock-gripping as she'd promised, in contrast to her voluptuous curves. I got into a strong, slow rhythm, levering my shaft in all the way to the hilt.
And how Gina fucked back! She raised her firm tail halfway off the bed, meeting my every thrust. She undulated her smooth belly and got her whole luscious body involved. Her big, hard-nippled breasts jogged up and down. The sight of her brown body moving under me was a revelation.
"Oh!" we moaned together, totally lost in sex. Another great thing about the oral work was that it had us incredibly primed. Our eyes locked together, and I lost myself in her deep dark ones. Speaking of lost, I could have lost my happy rod in her deep, tight hole!
Then Gina grabbed my back and came once more. Her orgasm broke through her in waves that must have stretched to her clenched fingers and her curling toes. She was the kind of woman, as I was the kind of man, who let sex take them all the way. Her inner muscles tightened on my cock as she came and came.
"Uh. Uh. Uh," she moaned deeply. "Uh. Uh. Ahhh!"
With her pussy gripping me like that, I came as well. I thrust in fever heat as a sharp climax overtook me. It rushed from the tip of my cock to my rigid spine and back again. I pumped my hot jets as I kept humping away. Her fantastic sleeve milked my jerking rod as if to suck out all the stuff I had in me. And when I finally slid my dick out of her, she wiggled down and got her mouth on it, getting the last few drops.
"Oh, Gina!" I sighed, stroking her dark hair and her slick back. "You're right. You do fuck as well as you suck."
Her brown eyes looked happily up at me.
"Thanks," she replied. "So do you. But when it comes to oral sex, the best news is that we suck as well as we fuck!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
That was one of my oral experiences that wound up with regular sex. But an active guy like me also got into situations that can only be described as bizarre. Those, however, came with the territory, because one of the great things about sex is that it has infinite variations.
I mentioned that, sometimes, oral can be the only thing people do. I wouldn't have believed it either, if it hadn't happened to me....
Rudy was a co-worker of mine at the ad agency. A full-figured brunette not unlike Gina, she had a creamy complexion and a low, velvety voice. She and I were attracted to each other, but there was one problem. While she was frank and open about sex, she was married and didn't want to cheat.
But one night, after a company party at a hotel, Rudy and I couldn't stand it any longer. We just had to make our mutual attraction real. So I got a room, and we went up there to see what would happen.
"I don't want to fuck," she said candidly once we were alone. "You may call me old-fashioned, but I want to keep my vow, at least in that regard. However, I had an idea that may even be more fun because it's sort of kinky. In short, so long as you don't put your dick in me, I'll go oral all the way!"
That was kinky indeed. And as for the dick she'd mentioned, after what she said, it was pushing out my pants!
So I went to my knees in front of Rudy, and embraced her full, exciting figure around the hips. She was wearing a thin print dress over what felt like a lacy garter belt, panties, and stockings. As my hands stroked her firm ass, she quivered and a thrill spread through my body, too.
When I looked up, my oral lover-to-be was smiling passionately down at me. Her large breasts were jutting out, and she was beginning to shudder all over. Her ass and her thighs started to strain, prompting me to go right to her womanhood.
"Oh, God!" she sighed, as my mouth found her mound through her dress. She was already hot and humid, even wet, threatening to cream through her panties and her frock. I inhaled the aroma of perfume and of her juices. She grasped my head, twined her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. It was kinky already, eating her through her clothes!
Then I slowly worked her dress up, past the tops of her stockings and the lacy white straps of her garters. Her thighs, those exciting bare patches of white flesh between her stockings and her panties, were smooth, full and firm. I stroked her there, making her quiver with ecstasy.
By that time, Rudy was losing control. Passionate as she was, I knew that oral sex, or masturbation, would do just as much for her as actual fucking would. When she was alone, she probably looked at herself, touched herself, and got herself off with busy fingers. She knew her snatch very well, and what I was doing now would be driving her wild.
So I hooked my fingers in her brief white panties and pulled them off. She had a beautiful dark muff over generous brown labia, and her wet, inner lips were peeping out excitingly. But I couldn't pause to study her, because her whole body was wriggling with anticipation.
"Oh, God!" she moaned from above me. "Don't tease. Don't think you have to go slow. Give me your mouth. Please! Now!"
At that, Rudy staggered backward to the hotel room bed, sank down on the edge, and spread wide. I had to follow on my knees, because she dragged me along by my hair!
Burrowing in between her smooth, hot thighs, I started by giving her a big, smacking kiss on her cunt. Then I opened her labia with my fingers and stretched them to the sides. I applied my tongue to her wet pink inner folds, covering every tender inch of them. I found her clit and licked it wildly, pausing to stick my tongue right into her hole from time to time. She must have used a perfumed douche, because she tasted wonderful.
Rudy's thighs gripped my head like a vise, almost too hard. "Oh. Oh!" she shouted. "Oh, your tongue! Give it to me. Make me cum!"
Then she did cum, heaving and moaning. Her well-built body, still in the print dress, thrashed and writhed on the bed while I performed cunnilingus on her like a master. Her juice flowed out all over my face as she came and came. I lapped up as much as I could, but I couldn't keep up with it.
She had cum, but I sensed that she wasn't satisfied yet. So I kept licking her clit and tonguing her opening, not giving her a moment's rest. Sure enough, she soon built to another massive orgasm, or maybe more than one. At one point, my tongue even strayed to her other hole, penetrating her there. She'd probably never had that done to her before-even I hadn't done it-and it gave her the biggest climax of all.
"Oh, lover!" Rudy screamed then, so loudly that I knew people in the hallway could hear her. "Oh, that's too much. Oh, damn. Oh!"
Finally her body settled down, her moans subsided, and I knew she was sated with oral sex. Her sweaty thighs released my head as I tore my sticky face away from her delicious cunt. I joined her up on the bed and relaxed for a few minutes beside her.
"I loved that," I told her. "It was clean and natural, like any sex, despite what people with dirty minds might say. And if you like someone, it's very fulfilling to be able to know her so intimately."
"I'm glad," Rudy replied. "I feel the same way. But now it's high time for me to do you!"
"Sure enough!" I laughed. My dick had been hard in my pants, of course, the whole time I'd been eating her. "But first let me undress you. I want to see your sexy bod!"
"Why not?" she responded. So we stood up, and I started on the delightful task.
First, I eased her dress off over her head, exposing her full-figured form in her enticing white lingerie. I stroked her bare shoulders and we kissed, our hot tongues mingling. Her eyes widened when she tasted her own stuff on my lips. There were many kinky things about oral sex!
Then I unhooked her bra and bared her breasts. They were big but firm, with smooth, creamy flesh, wide, puckered aureoles, and thick red nipples. I lifted them in my hands and buried my face between them. I sucked at her nipples for a while, enjoying yet another oral aspect.
"You've got great breasts," I told her, coming away. "Just as tasty as your pussy!"
"Thank you," Rudy replied with a smile. "They're almost as sensitive, too. But let's move on!"
So I unhooked her garter belt from her stockings and took it off. I massaged her full, firm ass and down her smooth thighs, going in front to feel her slippery snatch again, too. Her panties were already off, and I pulled her to me so that her sopping wet bush pressed against my hard cock in my pants. There was going to be a laundry bill after that night!
At last, easing her back on the bed, I peeled off her stockings, enjoying her shapely legs. Her whole creamy, voluptuous body looked marvelous as she lay there smiling up at me. I shucked off my own clothes and lay back beside her, with my big hard dick pointing upward. She seemed to like it just fine.
Rudy went to her hands and knees below me. Her ass was raised and her large breasts were hanging, the nipples pointing straight down. Her dark eyes seemed to say how good my cock looked, which made me get harder still. If she was as oral as I, I reasoned, then a man's meat would be just as clean and tasty to her as her quim had been to me. At any rate, she gave my dick tip a quick lick, and I could see a strand of pre-cum between them when she took it away. That really gave me a thrill.
Now she got going in earnest. Pursing her lips and making them like a pussy, she made a sexy sucking move in the air, then went on to engulf my tip. She blew me that way for a while, until I thought I might cum without being deep in her mouth. I felt her tongue flicking over me in a way that nearly drove me mad.
Then, slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, she lowered her dark head on me, taking more and more of my cock. Her tongue worked the underside of my shaft, and her dreamy, sex-drunk eyes gazed up at me. It was kinky to see her face stuffed full of my meat, yet as natural as my eating her before.
Rudy's head bobbed up and down as she really got into fellatio while her voluptuous body wriggled with her own excitement. Her mouth felt almost as good as her pussy had, since she was as into oral sex as I was. My mind, which was getting blown as well, went blank, then seemed to soar off into space as I let myself go in that beautiful experience.
She brought me nearly to the peak again and again, only to let me down to prolong my pleasure. My cock felt wonderful, and seemed to be growing bigger and harder by the minute. Her mouth slid and sucked on me like it had been made to do it. The oral thing that had started as a way for her to be faithful to her husband had turned into something wilder than regular fucking!
Then, just when I couldn't stand it anymore, Rudy popped her lips off me and finished me with her hand. She stroked faster and faster as I burst and came. A huge, nerve-shattering orgasm shot through my twitching member from tip to base, then all through my straining body. I seemed to pump forever, spurting a load bigger than I'd thought I had in me. She didn't take it in her mouth, but she did catch some of it in her hands and rub it wantonly between them.
"Oh, damn!" I yelled, finally falling back exhausted on the bed. "Oh, lady, when you said you had an idea, you didn't say it was the best idea in the world."
I meant every word of that. I hadn't gotten my dick anywhere near her pussy, and yet I'd had the time of my life!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Well, the time must come for all of us. The time when we stop going it alone and get married! I was in my thirties, and I was tired of coming home to an empty apartment most nights. I wanted some permanence, someone who, no matter what else she or I might do, would be there for me.
And I found her as one more of my blondes. The minute we saw each other, we knew we might stray, but that we were fated to spend the rest of our lives together. Even though I was an advertising executive by now and she was a young, blue-collar type, I knew she was the one....
I met my wife Tanya in a working-class bar. She was, and is, a cute little blonde, with a figure that just won't quit, maybe even better than that of Heather from the Bahamas. That first night, her big round boobs in a tight, cut-off T-shirt, and her sweet round ass in equally tight and equally cut-off shorts, were more than enough to set my juices flowing. There was also her rough, earthy manner, which promised endless, uninhibited fucking. And when I looked into her wide, frank blue eyes, something just clicked that told me it was all over.
Tanya surprised me by not sleeping with me before we were married, but I surprised myself by not minding. On our wedding night, I found out she was a virgin! As with many blue-collar women, all her lustiness had masked some prudery about sex. But with a diamond ring on her finger, everything changed. She became an erotic acrobat, an absolute dynamo of sex!
"Do it to me. Now!" my bride panted, her pink tongue actually hanging out. She was lying back naked on the king-size bed of the honeymoon suite. Her big boobs were standing up like perfect hemispheres, her juicy thighs were spread, and her yellow-haired pussy was wet and ready.
"I'm aching for your dick," Tanya concluded. "Pop my cherry. Please!"
I almost had to smile at what I'd gotten myself into. But there was a deeper attraction between us, which I moved to satisfy. With a tender look, I lowered myself into her outstretched arms. Cupping her firm round ass in one hand, pulling her to me, I started my rock-hard cock into her slit. She gave a little gasp when I broke through her hymen, but soon she was enjoying it immensely. She kept talking, too, which didn't exactly put me off!
"Oh, yeah!" Tanya moaned, as I got into a strong, thrusting rhythm. "Look at me, folks. I'm getting laid. I'm fucking! I've got a dick in me. Oh, yeah!"
I kept on pumping her, with a freedom and a newness I hadn't known in years. She was not only in her early twenties, but she'd never had a man before. It was as though I, too, was starting out fresh. Her pussy was hot and incredibly tight, like a velvet glove on my sensitive rod. The feel of her smooth, warm body was heavenly. Her firm round boobs, red nipples hard, brushed my chest and soothed my heart. Her hips swiveled and her furry mound pushed up at me.
Then, even though it was her first time, Tanya came! Her white flesh quivered, and spasms of joy went through her compact body. Her pussy put out floods of new female juice.
"Oh, damn!" she shrieked, thrashing her blonde head around, gritting her teeth and beating her fists on the bed. "That's awesome! I never dreamed it would feel so great. Wow!"
At that, I couldn't hold off myself. With a few more thrusts, I reached a huge, throbbing climax that involved not just my cock, but my whole straining body. Then I shot jet after jet of hot, white cum into her juicing hole.
If I'd thought that would go unnoticed, though, I was mistaken.
"Oh, wow!" Tanya squealed, as I filled her with my load. "I can feel your stuff in me. That makes it even better. Ooo, I love fucking!"
Then, as I slid my dick out and lay back beside her, I was in for more mind-blowing moments.
My new wife reached down to her pussy and wet her fingers with my seed. She licked it off with her pink tongue, and smiled.
"Mmmmm," she purred, her naked body wriggling. "Tastes good!"
She went on to inspect my cock, which was still half-hard. Her fingers explored around the head, then trailed down the shaft and fondled my balls.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes widening. "It's so big and beautiful. No wonder it felt so great in my pussy."
Finally, her hands moved away from me and between her juicy thighs. She opened her wet, pink slit and examined herself as if for the first time, tugging at her tender folds, tickling her clit, and plunging her finger deep inside.
"Yes," she nodded. "I just love fucking. From now on, I'm going to do it all the time!"
That suited me just fine, though I hoped I could keep up with her! With a grin of satisfaction, I gazed at my blue-collar bride. Not only had I broken through her prudery and awakened her endless, vocal curiosity about sex. In truth, I'd created a nympho!
After that first night, Tanya and I had regular sessions of all-out fucking. Even the boring parts of my advertising job didn't bother me, because I knew I'd come home to find her ready for love.
She'd gone back to school, to a community college, but at night she learned sex from me. I taught her everything I knew, and soon she was inventing moves of her own. She joined me as an absolute lover of carnal delights.
One evening, for example, I found her on the bed on her hands and knees. Her big round boobs were hanging down, her naked ass was squirming, and her wet pink pussy was open wide. She had one hand down between her legs and two fingers up herself, masturbating like mad.
"Looks like you started without me," I laughed, shedding my clothes.
"I just couldn't wait," my blonde wife pouted. "But I'd much rather have your dick than my digits. C'mon!"
So I knelt behind her and gave her my instantly hard rod. After about a minute in her tight, heavenly sleeve, I brought her off, wiggling and squealing. Then she motioned me around to her other end.
"Time for suck-suck," she said, her pretty face looking devilishly wanton. "Let me suck you off!"
Early in our marriage, Tanya had discovered that she had a big oral appetite for cock. Tonight, though, she gave me head in a way I could hardly believe. Her dreamy blue eyes gazed up at me and her head tilted back as she took my throbbing member deep in her mouth. She formed her lips to my shaft, used her hard tongue on its underside, and sucked and sucked. While she did so, she reached back under herself and stroked her clit, playing along. I watched her arching back and her wiggling ass, lost in a sexy world of my own.
"Oh, yeah!" I gasped. "Do me, lover. Oh, you're the best!"
"Mmmmm," she hummed around my pulsating rod. "Mmmmm!"
Suddenly, a massive orgasm broke at the base of my dick and flowed out along its twitching length. I spurted long and strong into Tanya's waiting mouth. She swallowed my stuff down like a sexual gourmet.
"Mmmmm," she went again, slowly releasing my supremely satisfied cock. A bit of leftover cum dribbled out between her pretty lips, and she licked it off. "Mmmmm, mmm, mmm!"
That was just one of our raunchy good times. But as Tanya became more experienced and sophisticated, I thought she was ready for something I'd never ruled out of our marriage. In fact, she began to hint about it.
And that was an open marriage, or swinging! When I tied the knot, I'd sort of thought there would be "life afterward," that was, with other partners, highly sexed guy that I was. And when I saw what a sex-bomb she'd turned into, I knew, all jealousy aside, that she should have that, too.
The first time it happened, it was almost by accident. A couple about my age, Frank and Liz, moved in next door. They were both trendy, dark-haired, and good-looking. But Liz was something else.
Outside a magazine or a video, she had the biggest breasts I'd ever seen! I'm sure that one or two magazines had even asked her to pose for them. If it was possible, her tits looked even bigger on her otherwise slender body. Whenever I saw her, I had real trouble keeping my eyes off them. I pictured them bare, extending halfway to her waist and thrusting powerfully outward, too. They'd be smooth and white, with thick red nipples and wide, puckered aureoles. Viewed from behind her back, they'd be visible sticking out to her sides. And if she bent over, those enormously heavy, swinging hangers would be enough to blow any man's mind!
I dreamed about Liz and her tits, about kissing them, holding them, even sliding my hard dick between them. Some nights I stood guiltily on my balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked in her bedroom next door. At last she and Frank invited Tanya and me over for dinner, and my dream suddenly became real.
We sat in their living room afterward, talking about our jobs and our marriages. But, try as I might, I still couldn't keep my eyes off Liz's mammoth breasts! She was wearing a white knit top, without a bra, as if on purpose to drive me crazy. Finally, to my deep embarrassment but present relief, she and Frank noticed me staring. And that was when I really found out how great a free, swinging life could be!
"So you like my boobs, huh?" Liz asked me forthrightly.
"I wish I were dead," I replied, hanging my head. "I'm sorry. I'll just leave."
"No," Frank said. "It's okay. I know that my wife has that effect on men, and so does she. Why wouldn't she, with what nature has given her? We stopped fighting it long ago."
He smiled. "In fact, that's why we invited you and Tanya over tonight!"
I looked at my wife, who still seemed a bit doubtful. But I couldn't care, because my dick was suddenly in charge. And it was all over anyway when Liz grinned, crossed her slender arms, and pulled her knit top off over her head!
There were her naked tits, even more prodigious than I'd imagined! She showed them off to me from all angles. Their thrusting weight was unbelievable, almost too much for my eyes or my mind to handle. Then she lay back on the sofa, where she was sitting, and cradled their quivering roundness in her arms. Now they were like world globes, each as large as her head. Completely uninhibited, she smiled over at me, then licked her big nipples to hardness with her long pink tongue.
"Mercy!" I exclaimed. I'd always wanted to use that line, and I'd saved it for the best female spectacle of all.
Then I just did what I had to. While Frank and Tanya simply watched, I stood up and got out of my clothes. I raised Liz's skirt, pulled her panties off over her firm ass and her slim thighs, and primed her fine, dark-furred pussy with my fingers. I reached in my wallet for a condom, got over her, and slid my throbbing dick deep into her slippery tightness. As we proceeded to fuck, I held myself up on my hands so that I could see her endlessly inspiring mammaries. They were an absolute symphony of erotic motion! Their smooth, shape-changing flesh bobbed up and down and out and sideways, crowned by her big red nipples.
"Oh, yes!" Liz sighed, meeting my thrusts down below, reminding me that there was more than her breasts. "Fuck me, neighbor. Do what you've wanted to do!"
I certainly did. But her words, and her boobs, inspired me further. Pulling my dick out of her pussy, I moved up on her chest. Then, as I had wanted, I fucked her tits themselves! She held them up for me, making a second quim, as my long, slick dong slid between them. For a moment, it occurred to me that that might not be all right with her husband, but then I realized he must have done it dozens of times.
"Oh, good," Liz moaned, as I pumped her wonderful white tit flesh fast and hard. The enormous size of them, and the way they changed shape and hit on my balls, totally drove me wild.
"That feels marvelous," she went on, echoing my own sentiments. "Do you know, my boobs are so sensitive that just stimulating them properly can make me cum?"
I could believe it. But I believed even more in the fantastic orgasm that was about to overtake me. Still, I wanted to try one more thing. I slid out, had her get up on her hands and knees, and I fucked her juicy pussy from behind. Now her gigantic breasts were hanging, and so far down that their nipples brushed the sofa! When I reached for them, I was barely able to hold their tremendous weight in my hands. When I let them swing freely, they moved, fully visible from her sides, not only back and forth, but in circles!
Now, lunging her love hole back at me, Liz really went for it. "Harder!" she urged me, her tits going into even more motion if it was possible. "I'm cumming. Oh!" And, with a rush of hot juice around my frantically thrusting member, she got off like a shot.
That was enough for me, too. My arousal, which had built to an incredible height, broke like a dam with millions of gallons of water behind it. I didn't shoot gallons, but I did pump gob after gob of hot, urgent sperm.
The whole time, I'd been unconscious of my wife and Liz's husband looking on. When I slid out of the incredibly buxom brunette and glanced over, Frank was smiling as though he'd had many such swinging sessions before. But Tanya's pretty face was a study. I thought she might hate me, but, instead, her blue eyes were glazed over with lust. And she was staring not at Frank, but at Liz, who was once again lying back on the sofa, cuddling and coyly licking her mammoth breasts!
So it wasn't another man my blonde wife was going to try first tonight, but another woman! Intrigued, since she'd never gone bi before, I sat down in a chair to watch.
Tanya quickly got undressed, baring her compact, sexy body, at which Frank also stared approvingly. Then she walked right over and lay down on top of Liz. They kissed deeply, and started grinding their pussies together. My wife's firm, round tits pressed onto the other's huge, softer ones, nipple to nipple.
After that, they swung around head to foot and really got into it. Liz, obviously no stranger to lesbian sex, raised her dark head and burrowed her face between Tanya's juicy thighs. She got her tongue on her hot, wet slit, and soon I could hear loud slurping.
My wife was slower, because it was her very first woman to woman experience. She curiously explored her partner's creaming quim, opening it with her fingers and tracing its tender folds. And her usual outspokenness applied to what she was doing now.
"Ooo, look!" she squealed. "I've never seen the inside of one except my own. It's so pretty. So pretty and pink!"
That made Liz, on the other end, eat her faster. But now Tanya started to eat, too.
"Yum," she purred, going down between the other's legs and getting her first taste of spunk, if she'd never tried her own. "Tastes good!" Then she stuck her tongue deep and began licking like a pro. It was incredible for me to see my wife doing that!
The two women moved faster now, undulating their naked bodies, their smooth flesh quivering with lesbian delight. Tanya's straining belly slid over Liz's gargantuan, upright knockers. Her round ass was in the air, wiggling wildly. Her yellow-furred pussy was wide-open, practically dripping juice onto her female friend's tongue.
That was too much for Frank. Looking at me with a smile and a shrug, he stood up and shucked off his clothes. I'd fucked his wife, and now he was crazy to get his dick inside my wife's waving snatch! Rolling on a rubber and kneeling behind her on the sofa, he slid into her. Soon he was thrusting in rhythm, holding her by the waist to pull her to him.
That position, of course, put his plunging cock right over his own wife's face. So, like a good spouse, Liz kept eating Tanya, but also tended to him. She sucked his balls and tongued his shaft as it went into Tanya's tight hole. She also got her tongue tip right at the point of entry, so she could do both of them at the same time!
Now my blonde wife was going totally wild. She had Frank's cock in her, Liz's tongue on her, and a mouthful of the latter's pussy to boot! It was a powerful turn-on for me, too, as I sat and watched. In fact, still being naked, I stroked my growing erection and played along.
Then Frank came. "Oh, yeah!" he shouted, fucking faster and faster. "Oh, baby. This is stupendous. Ah!" His kneeling body went rigid as he pumped. "Ah!" Supremely satisfied, he pulled out his dick and retired to a chair.
That would seem to have been ungentlemanly, to have left Tanya in the lurch. But Frank grinned at me, then nodded at the two women still going hotly at it. Apparently, he wanted my wife's first lesbian orgasm to be just that.
And, sure enough, Tanya exploded! With Liz's practiced tongue working her, she'd built up to such a frenzy that her curvy, compact body was indeed like a bomb going off. Her smooth back arched, her tail wiggled, and her breasts shook as bolts of sexual lightning ran through her. I had surely married a hot one, born to be that way with either sex!
"Oh, wow!" my sweet blonde went, cumming and cumming and cumming. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" She fell down onto Liz, in a female heaven all her own.
In the process, I figured that the huge-breasted brunette had cum, too. But I knew that I, at least, had been left in the lurch. My dick was achingly hard by now from what I had seen, and no amount of self-stroking would make it get off the way I wanted it to. So I got a rubber and got back into the action, walking over to the sofa, urging Tanya and Liz up, and sitting down between them.
"Help," I laughed, gesturing to my throbbing, upright rod. "Help!"
And they did. Suddenly, two pretty heads, one blonde and one dark, dipped to my lap. First, my busty neighbor went to work, twirling her pink tongue around my dick tip, sending happy shivers up my spine. Looking wantonly up at me, she licked the length of my rock-hard shaft. Then she took me deeply into her hot mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she eagerly blew me.
"Oh, yeah!" I moaned, leaning back and shutting my eyes. "You're my idea of the girl next door!"
Next, she released me and got her monster mams involved, too. Lifting their incredible weight in her hands, she massaged my cock and balls with them. She moved over me and laid one on each of my straining thighs. My wife's boobs were big, but next to these marvelous things, they looked small!
But soon Tanya pushed Liz aside. Given her appetite for cock, her mouth hungrily addressed my throbbing member. She tilted her blonde head and took me deep, after which she sucked fast and hard. I felt like an ancient emperor, with two women tending to me!
Now Frank wanted some special treatment, too.
He squeezed in beside me on the sofa, and the women included his dick in their oral play. They switched back and forth between us, doing us well. After a while, it was hard to keep track of who was at work on whose schlong.
At last, I felt myself cumming. I was between Liz's lips at the time, and just as I'd pumped in her pussy to start off the evening, now I filled my rubber in her hot mouth. My orgasm, as a result of what she and Tanya had done, was powerful. My head swam, and my jerking rod felt magnificent. I groaned and came for a long time. And Frank, with his cock in my wife's mouth, came as well.
"Damn!" he exclaimed, as we all sat back on the sofa. "I wish we could do even more. Each climax is better than the last one!"
For my part, I was amazed by the endless possibilities of swinging, and by the really outrageous turn our evening had taken. I'd been quite a stud, granted, before my marriage, but most of it had been one on one. With two or more couples, it was a whole new world!
Then Liz, taking her husband's words to heart, undertook to arouse us guys for one last round. Getting up, she put on some music and started dancing around the living room, using those awesome, improbable tits of hers to perfection. Making sexy hissing sounds, she bent over and shook her heavy hangers, their thick, hard nipples pointing straight down. She lifted them to her mouth one by one and sucked at those nipples, looking wantonly at us. She turned her back, got her monster mammaries under her arms, and pushed them all the way out to her sides! That looked incredible, given her otherwise slender body and her tight, round ass.
And that brought Frank and me up again. "Let's sit on their laps," Liz said to Tanya. "That's how this all started out, just sitting around talking. But now that 'talk' will be a lot better!"
So, to end our swinging evening, Tanya took Frank's lap and Liz took mine. With their backs to us, they lowered their hot, wet pussies onto our upstanding rods. Inch by delicious inch, they took them in, wiggling their sexy hips, gasping and sighing. Then they started a rocking, fucking motion, in long strokes, so that we could see our slick shafts sliding between their tight pink labia.
"Ride 'em, cowgirls!" Frank grinned. "Ride 'em!"
Now the women moved faster, thrashing their heads around. It was great to watch their straining shoulders and backs as they gave us their all. We stroked their round, firm butts and reached around to cup their moving tits in our hands. With Liz's gargantuan ones, I got the better of the bargain! Her magnificent mams were smooth, warm, and burstingly full, the nipples sticking almost grossly out between my fingers. I squeezed her tits, she wiggled her quim on my iron-hard rod, and we built higher and higher. My whole body went rigid, totally involved in that last mind-blowing, lap-sitting fuck.
Then Liz came, for the umpteenth time that night. "Oh, yes!" she screamed, letting it all out. I could feel her hot pussy spasm while her over-endowed body went out of control. Floods of her sex juice washed over my dick.
Tanya, my free-spirited blonde wife, came too. It drove me wild to watch her climax as she slid her frenzied pussy on Frank's upright tool. While she rode her orgasm to the end, she reached over and hugged one of Liz's mammoth breasts as a plaything. "Oh, awesome!" she shouted. "Far out! Wow!"
That was enough to put Frank and me over the top, too. I had balanced for a long time at that beautiful moment just before I let loose, when the indescribable sensation at the base of my dick was at its highest. I was holding my breath, and my head was throbbing. But now I let go, with an equally marvelous release. In an instant, I was shooting in Liz in a way I'd remember forever.
After that peak, we four did call it a night. We showered together in our host and hostess's big square tub, with me soaping Liz's swinging tits and Frank washing Tanya's round ones. Then we sat in the living room again, sipping a rare brandy, recapping our amazing experience. We were as warm and close as two couples could be, the ultimate best of friends. Or, I couldn't help thinking as I watched Liz's huge knockers even now threatening to slip out of her robe, the "breast" of friends!
"So how do you like swinging?" Frank asked understatedly, with a smile.
I thought of the outrageous, yet deeply satisfying and liberating things we'd just done.
"Oh, it'll do," I replied.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tanya and I kept swinging with our next door neighbors. In fact, we spent so much time on it that my work and her schooling began to suffer! So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when that nice guy and his huge-breasted wife moved away, to carry their message of free love elsewhere.
Still, we included other people in our own sexual odyssey. And now, whenever I traveled on "business," I had my sexy blonde companion ... and more....
We were in Baltimore, that funky old city by the bay. I'd reserved a suite in a romantic, older hotel, with an ornate lobby and a seafood restaurant that kept us coming back for more. We did all the tourist things: the Inner Harbor, Fell's Point, Mount Vernon Place, horse racing, and baseball at Camden Yards. We had plenty of sex, too!
One night, Tanya came out of the bathroom and lay back naked on the big brass bed. She smiled at me and writhed seductively, raising her arms, which lifted her full round breasts. She spread her legs and her wet, pink pussy.
"C'mon," she purred, never being shy. "Let's fuck."
"Sure enough," I replied, being naked and ready myself. I turned out the lights. But the drapes were open, and the hotel room was flooded with city lights and soft, Southern moonlight.
"It's pretty bright in here," I said as I got over her. "What if somebody in that tall building across the street sees us?"
"Well, then, we'll make them happy, too," Tanya laughed. "Hurry up. Put it in me!" No, she wasn't shy at all!
So I went under her soft yellow bush, right on into her tight, hot sleeve. Then I fucked her good, about the best I had since our wedding night. I plunged my rod deep, in long, slow strokes, feeling her hard nipples brush my chest and her expressive body move under me. She bumped her mound upward, meeting my thrusts. Holding onto my shoulders, her shapely legs hugging my hips, she made sex a happy and athletic event in her usual earthy way.
Tanya came. "Ah!" she sighed, pouring out her hot juice around my pistoning rod. "You're a great lover. I'm glad I married you."
"You, too," I sighed in turn, feeling a sharp, quick orgasm break at the base of my shaft. I pulled out so she could see me spurt, which she always liked to do.
The next morning, Tanya's face was glowing, and I felt good and loose. So I guess that fuck was responsible for what happened the next night.
We went to The Block, Baltimore's stretch of twenty raunchy show bars downtown. The censors and puritans and bluenoses, or whatever disguise they wore now, hadn't gotten there yet, so the place remained healthily free. It had grown up naturally over the years to satisfy a basic human need. Women didn't usually go there, but I'd thought that Tanya, with her sexy spirit, would like it. And I was right!
We sat in one of the clubs, watching a tall, dark-haired, well-stacked lovely dance on the mirror-backed stage. About twenty, she was natural and easy, not to mention totally naked. She looked comfortable with her sexuality and content to be there. As she moved to the music, her smooth white flesh, full breasts, trim waist, curving hips and ass, and long thighs seemed to write poetry in the dim light. And when she spread a blanket, lay down, and did a floor routine, her spread pussy was only a few feet across from us!
"Wow," Tanya said, her blue eyes betraying her growing lust. Needless to say, I was also aroused. "That's cool. Maybe I ought to try that sometime."
I thought of how she'd wanted to make love with the drapes open. "Maybe so," I grinned. "But in the meantime, let's just let her."
Then the luscious brunette finished her dance and came down to the bar. I knew that the B-girls hustled customers for expensive drinks in return for some touchy-feely. But I wondered what she'd do with a couple like us.
I soon had my answer! Coming up between us, laying an arm on each of our shoulders and pressing us with her naked breasts, she made her proposition.
"Take me back to your hotel when I get off work," she whispered seductively. "And we'll all make love!"
Blonde Tanya and I were almost game. We smiled and shook our heads, though, and left the bar. Instead, we stopped at a store that had thousands of different books, magazines, videos, and pieces of sexy lingerie. My wife bought a revealing nightie that I could hardly wait to see her in. Any city would have been dull without a place like The Block, where sex could be live and free.
Still, as we walked away from the bright lights and back to the hotel, I kept thinking of the tall brunette. Maybe it was the Southern city or the magic of the night, but I wanted to do what she'd suggested. So, when we reached the lobby, I told Tanya to go up ahead of me. Then, after thinking about it over a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, it was back to The Block for me!
My timing was perfect. The young lovely, now in a short black dress and high heels, was just leaving the show bar. Some money changed hands, and she took my arm and walked off with me. Her dark hair was ruffled by the breeze, her heels clicked on the night sidewalk, and her full breasts and firm ass swung sexily. I had a hard-on the whole time!
In the hallway outside my hotel room door, I told the brunette to be quiet. We sneaked into the darkness, where Tanya was already asleep, with the drapes closed this time. I led the young woman to the empty side of the brass bed and helped her off with her dress and heels. My wife didn't stir. So I undressed, sat beside the girl, and let her play with my hard dick while I went to work on her underwear.
That's when it happened. The girl was wearing so much exotic lingerie-bra, corset, panties, gaiter belt, stockings-that I had trouble in the dark with all the hooks and clasps. And the more I fumbled, the more I jiggled the bed!
Tanya suddenly woke up and turned on the bedside lamp. She looked at me, then at the girl, then at me.
"So you really did it!" my blonde wife laughed. "I'm glad. But, silly man, let me help you with that underwear!"
At that, she took over with the brunette, who looked happy to have her involved. Tanya's practiced hands disposed of all the complicated fasteners, tossing the garments aside one by one.
When she was finished, the girl was deliciously naked again, as she'd been on the stage.
But, in the process, my wife had done a lot more!
"Ooo," she'd purred, peeling off the lacy black bra. "What beautiful tits you have!" Then she kissed them and sucked the nipples hard.
"But look," she continued, removing the corset. "This has left some marks." Then she soothingly nuzzled the girl's arching back and flat belly.
That had brought Tanya's pretty face right next to the brunette's crotch. "Oh, what a sweet-smelling pussy," she said. "Let me see!" And she practically ripped off the panties, then buried her mouth in lush, dark muff!
All this had been going on right beside me, and I could hardly control my throbbing dick. There was no one quite like my irrepressible wife! As I watched, Tanya now went at the girl's snatch like an expert, peeling back the outer lips with her fingers, then opening the inner pink petals with her tongue. Closing her eyes, her face taking on a look of tenderness and concentration, she darted her hard tongue deep into the young woman's love hole, making her juices flow. Then she flicked it rapidly over her partner's hard clit, making her shudder with pleasure.
My wife had left the brunette's sexy black garter belt and stockings on. But now she pulled off her own nightgown-which was the revealing one she'd just bought-baring her compact, curvy body. She laid the girl back on the brass bed and got on top of her, breast to breast, blonde snatch to dark one. Grinding their mounds together, they really put on a show for me, whether they intended to or not. I was so turned on that it was all I could do to keep from jumping one or both of them. I ached to plunge my throbbing rod into a hot pussy for some relief.
At last, I couldn't stand it anymore. Coming up behind them, I went into Tanya's wet, pink hole. She kept moving on the girl underneath her, so that my cock found some incredible action. I thrust wildly, bringing my wife to a wild, wriggling orgasm. Then I switched to the brunette, making myself safe and finding some way to get my dick into her down below. Her pussy fit me like a glove, making me even harder. And, for a while, my wife was in the middle of the sandwich!
Eventually, Tanya slid out and moved around behind me. Now I was in full contact with the tall naked dancer, feeling her full, firm breasts against my chest and her smooth, tensing belly on mine. I fucked with abandon, probing deeply into her hot, dripping wet slit, until she quivered and came. I was fulfilling all of my fantasies from when I'd first seen her in the show bar, and then some!
And at the same time, my lusty wife was helping us along. I felt her head between my legs, her hungry mouth sucking my balls, and her tongue licking my shaft as it went in. I'm sure she was giving some generous action to the young woman's clit as well. When Tanya let go, she really let go!
But before I could cum, my hot blonde spouse urged me out and away. Then she had the three of us form a circle, on our sides on the big brass bed! My head wound up between the brunette's smooth, juicy thighs, and I dove right into her sweet, hot pussy. She wriggled around, thrusting back against my lips as I opened her with my tongue and flicked it inside her.
In turn, the dark-haired girl was giving my wife head, burrowing into her creaming, blonde-furred quim. Tanya's shapely thighs were surely closed on her as she took her avid licks. Both of them were thrashing around wildly, riding an orgasmic high, only thinking of their tingling nerves down below.
And all that abandoned action helped me-because my wife's pretty mouth was fastened on my dick and she was giving me the best blow job she ever had! Her full lips formed to my hard shaft as she sucked, her tongue pressed me, and her blonde hair caressed my balls. Her head moved passionately as she ate me for all she was worth. The fact that all three of us had sexy mouthfuls only made our own pleasure better.
Finally, the women came again, and I couldn't hold off any longer. Lunging my hips forward, I started shooting strongly. My whole body stiffened, and my brains felt scrambled as I lost myself in a fantastic climax.
There were those who said that sex was bad because it didn't involve thinking. But damn, that was the whole point!
"It's good to be natural, to let it all hang out," the dark-haired young woman said as we sat up on the bed. "That's why I like to go with married couples. It's twice the fun!"
"I won't argue with that," I grinned, my mind still blown from the whole idea of what we'd done. "If it works for you, why should anybody object? And if it feels good, you might get into more trouble by not doing it."
"Right on," Tanya nodded, as I looked happily at the two naked women, one blonde and one brunette, beside me.
Then the girl whispered something into my wife's ear. And that resulted in our third incredible Baltimore night!
The next evening, Tanya led me back to the show bar on The Block. Our new friend was there, and she led my wife into a back room while I took a seat. When they came back out, Tanya was naked! And a moment later, she was up on the stage, about to give a one-shot, amateur performance of her own!
I could hardly believe it, but I loved it. The music started, and my wife began shaking her tits and ass for the people below, thrusting her exposed pussy forward. It had all come together: our fucking in the hotel room with the drapes open, our first night at the club and the marvelous threesome that had followed. I felt so free by now that I didn't mind sharing Tanya with others, just as she didn't mind sharing me. In fact, knowing that others were attracted made us more attractive to each other. And there was, as an added turn-on, the secret and forbidden freedom of the club.
Then Tanya danced in front of me. She grabbed her round breasts, squeezed them upward, and sucked at her hard red nipples. She undulated her smooth belly in a way that might make her cum. She reached down between her taut thighs, opened her wet pink pussy, and shoved it right in my face!
Afterward, my wife dashed for her clothes and we practically ran back to the hotel. Rushing into our room, we stripped and she bounded onto the brass bed, spreading her legs wantonly.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Oh, fuck me quick!"
Again, there was no argument from me!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Especially after those nights in Baltimore, Tanya and I were confirmed swingers. But we weren't cheaters on our marriage, because we always shared our experiences, in person, with each other. However, there came a time when we discussed how we'd feel if one of us had an affair and the other one didn't participate.
"I don't think I'd like that," I said.
"Me either," my blonde bombshell of a wife replied.
I scratched my head. "But what if one of us fucked and the other hid and watched? "
So that's how we became voyeurs, as well! Our discussion happened, though, one night in bed. And before we acted on it, we had things to do....
Tanya and I found that our talk had made us incredibly horny. So I shucked off my pajamas and went to work on her warm, curvy body. I kissed her deeply, caressing her blonde hair, nuzzling her pretty face and hearing her sigh huskily. Then I helped her off with her nightgown, being delighted as ever by her creamy, sex-charged nudity. Her body always seemed new to me, from her full round breasts to her flat tummy and shapely thighs, to her firm butt and yellow-furred slit.
I raised her breasts with my hands and licked her nipples to hardness. Then I trailed my mouth down her chest and belly while she writhed with arousal. I held her thighs, spread them, and got my lips on her wet, pink sex, playing with her tender folds. At last, I plunged my tongue inside her while she raised her sweet ass and hugged my head with her legs.
My dick had been fully hard for a while, and now I couldn't wait to get it inside her. So I slid my body sensuously up over hers, feeling her exciting breasts against my chest, and drove into her hot, tight hole.
We had a great ride, as always. We were perfectly attuned by now, and knew each other's body well. As I plowed Tanya deeper and faster, her sleeve felt better and better on my hard, sensitive shaft. Finally, like one pleasure-seeking being, we came, and I pumped her full of my steaming load.
"Now let's figure out how to implement that idea of ours," I said afterward.
"Yes," my wife replied, her blue eyes filled with anticipation. "Let's!"
We started with Bob. He was a classmate of Tanya's at the community college, and she said he had the hots for her. There was a party the next week at somebody's house that we were all going to, and my wife said she'd come on to Bob and they'd sneak off to a bedroom. When the time came, she did just that, and after a while, I followed and peeked through a crack in the door.
What I saw was an amazing turn-on, even better than I'd thought it would be! Tanya was lying back naked on the bed, with Bob standing naked over her. Her blonde head was lolling on the pillow, her eyes were closed, and her curvy white body was moving sinuously. She had her arms tight to her sides, which raised her breasts to perfect roundness. She was stroking the insides of her silky thighs while her quim was open and ready.
Then she opened her eyes and gave Bob a seductive look. She licked her lips and seemed to invite him with her curling tongue. He rolled on a condom, got over her, and slid his hard dick in. With his hips between her shamelessly spread legs, he began thrusting strongly. Suddenly, I was watching my wife being fucked by another man, and she knew I was watching while he didn't! I got a hard-on that nearly burst my shorts.
Tanya kept balling, taking his slippery shaft up to the hilt, shaking her tits for him and rolling her gorgeous ass. I caught her eye, and she gave me a wanton smile as if to say, "Look at this!" Then she came, giving out a little shriek of joy, and so did Bob. They cuddled for a while, after which he got up and dressed to go.
"That was great. I only hope your husband doesn't find out," her "secret" lover said. When she heard that, Tanya had to stifle a giggle.
I had moved away from the crack in the door to let Bob out. But now I went all the way into the room and locked it.
"That was something else," I told my wife, who was still naked on the bed.
"Are you sure you weren't jealous?" she asked. "Especially since I enjoyed myself?"
"No," I replied. "And if I was a little bit, it only made it better." I paused. "I'm secure in my masculinity. But there's one other thing, apparently, that has to be a part of these sessions. In short, I'm horny as hell!"
"Oh, gee," Tanya joked as I got undressed. "The things I have to put up with to be a swinger!"
Then I plunged my rod into her wet, just-fucked pussy, and fucked it again. We went at each other with heightened excitement, at the end of which she came once more and I exploded in a wild orgasm of my own.
A few days later, it was my turn. Nicole was a girl at the office who I'd had my eye on for a long time. About twenty-two, she had long brown hair, a tall, slender body with high, nubile breasts, and shapely legs that just wouldn't quit. She set off her figure with braless sweaters and short skirts. Many was the time I'd been distracted by her tight round ass and her alluring walk.
So, one evening, I invited her for drinks and then back to my place, saying that Tanya was away. And it turned out that Nicole was ready for sex with me.
I sat close to her on the sofa, then reached over and stroked one of her satiny thighs. She came into my arms. I caressed her small, firm breasts through her sweater, then reached up underneath and felt them naked, their nipples tiny and hard. We kissed, and she started breathing deeply, darting her hot tongue into my mouth. I stroked her long brown hair, then reached between her legs, under her short skirt. I caressed the silky flesh above her stockings, then the crotch of her panties, which was already warm and wet. Now she really grabbed onto me, rubbing my engorging cock in my pants. We got all steamy and breathless.
Nicole and I got up from the sofa and stripped down. She gasped with lust when she saw my big dick spring out at her. I happily took in her smooth, naked flesh, her pert breasts, resilient ass and brown-haired seam. She was as slender as my wife was ripe, and I loved the contrast.
Then Nicole lay back on the sofa and spread her long legs for me. I got over her and slid slowly into her hot vagina, after which I got into a languid rhythm. She was a sensuous, easy partner, but she didn't have to move very much, because her channel was deep and tight. With her long hair fanned out and her eyes closed, she sighed dreamily. Her sex gripped my sliding rod so that it grew even bigger and more sensitized.
I was well on my way to a great cum. But there was one thing that would make it even better. And that was Tanya watching! Even as I fucked, I looked around for my wanton partner in swinging. And, sure enough, there she was, peering through the half-open kitchen door. Her blue eyes were glazed, and she was even naked. She also had her hand between her juicy thighs and was playing along!
Given that kind of kinky inspiration, I fucked Nicole to a finish. I made my long strokes faster, really plowing her deep, hot sleeve. She got more active, too, hugging my hips with her long legs and pushing her pointy tits up at me. Soon she came, with a straining, screaming release.
And so did I. Laying my whole body on hers, even biting into a strand of her hair, I pushed my dick to maximum depth and stayed there. Then I let the waves of pleasure flow from her to me, and bring the kind of peace and fulfillment that only great sex can. The waves broke, in a high, crashing way that made me cry out at the wonder that sex was. At the last minute, I pulled out, pumped wildly, and sprayed my seed all over.
Since we were at my house, I had to wait while Nicole got up, showered, dressed, and cuddled with me on the sofa. I normally loved after-play, but I had to be forgiven for being in a rush, because I knew that Tanya was waiting! Finally, the tall young woman left.
"That was great," she said, giving me a kiss at the front door. "I'm glad your wife wasn't home."
This time, it was my turn to stifle a smile.
The moment the door was closed, Tanya was out of the kitchen and on me! I had put on a robe, but she practically tore it off and went right for my renewed rod.
"Damn, that was mental torture!" my hot blonde exclaimed, leading me by the dick back to the sofa. "It seemed to take forever. In fact, I brought myself off twice while I waited. But I need your cock so bad!"
"You're sure you didn't mind the other part?" I had a moment to ask. "I must admit it was great sex with her."
"There's no time, even if I did!" she panted, flopping down on her back and wantonly spreading her legs. "Fuck me. Quick!"
So I almost sprang onto her, bouncing on her round, upstanding breasts. We were such a pair that my tool slid right into her tight, hot hole. We fucked furiously, pulling out all the stops, going for the fastest possible climax. We glued our naked bodies together, held our breath, strained and gritted our teeth as we went for the peak. In record time, we reached it, sailing over the top and then crashing to earth, gasping and shuddering. Long fucking was best, but there was a place for quickies, too!
"Oh. Oh, damn!" Tanya yelled as we took the ride. "Damn, a body could get wiped out that way!"
"Oh, yeah!" I panted, as I pulled out to pump even more hot white stuff. "But what a way to go. With a bang!"
Afterward, I sat up and watched my wife wiping my cum off the sofa and floor-the cum that was the result of fucking two different women. I'd offered to do it, but she'd said she wanted to. Now she was naked on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging and her well-fucked pussy exposed. Whatever else it was, I decided that our little household was decadent at times.
And, amid our naturalness and freedom, it became even more so in the days ahead.
Tanya and I kept swinging and watching. Now, though, we even helped each other get ready for our dates!
One night, for example, my wife came out of the shower all warm and wet. I helped her towel off her lovely body. Then I dusted scented powder over her round breasts, sexy tummy, springy ass and humid pussy. She added some perfume, then sat down at her vanity, still naked, to do her blonde hair. Her arms were raised, lifting and pushing out her breasts. There was a beautiful curve down her sleek back to her curvy ass and swelling thighs. Her pussy hair peeped out between her closed legs.
"Do you think my date will like me?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, my dick getting hard.
Then I went to one of her drawers and picked out some lacy black underwear for her! Tanya stood up and smiled while I hooked her bra and fitted her breasts into it. Caressing her smooth flesh along the way, I bent down and helped her into her panties, too. I pulled them up, smoothing them over her sexy mound and her luscious ass.
"Oh, that feels good," my wife purred. "It'll feel just as good when my date takes them off me!"
I finished with her under things, snapping her garter belt around her trim waist, having her sit on the edge of the bed and helping her on with her stockings. Then she stood up and posed for me, her black lingerie contrasting beautifully with her smooth white skin. When she stepped into high heels, her curves grew more prominent and arousing still.
"You look great," I told her. "Your date will like you just fine."
Finally, I went to her closet and picked out a slinky black dress. I helped Tanya slip it on and smooth it down, and with a touch of jewelry, she was ready to go. And so was I, since I'd secretly watch her, then come back to fuck her afterward! It was some men's nightmare, but, for me, a kinky swinger's dream come true. Everyone had such fantasies at one time or another, but it seemed to be our job to bring them out.
"Well, I'm off to get laid!" my irrepressible wife said as I saw her to the door.
"Enjoy!" I laughed, receiving her quick kiss and getting ready to follow.
About midnight, we were back at our place. Tanya's blonde hair was tousled, her black dress was wrinkled, and there was a rosy glow on her face from her strange lover's caresses, not to mention the actual sex.
"How was it?" I asked, as she sat on my lap. I could feel the heat of her just-fucked pussy on my leg, and my dick rose to meet it.
"It was great," she sighed, nuzzling my face. "But look," she went on, reaching into her low-cut dress and lifting out her right breast. "He sucked my nipple so much it aches."
"Let me kiss it and make it better!" I said, being a good husband to the end.
Then we stood up, and, stage by stage, I reversed what I'd done a few hours before. I removed Tanya's dress, her garter belt and stockings, her lacy black bra and panties. Naked once more, she looked even better, every inch of her curvy body projecting sex. Being laid by another man had only primed her for me.
I stripped down too, and we raced to the bedroom. "Do it!" she cried, lying back, her flesh rippling marvelously. She opened herself with her fingers so I could see where another man's cock had just been.
So I drove into her, having built up to it all night, and knowing that we always saved our best orgasms for each other. In our usual frenzy in such situations, we climaxed together, and I pumped her full of my hot, urgent stuff.
And, needless to say, we knew that on the next swinging evening, our roles would be reversed!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tanya and I sensed that we were getting into some pretty kinky things. So we decided to settle down a bit in our swinging, and to concentrate for a while on my advertising work and her school. Living for sex was fine, but you had to alternate some everyday "reality," too. It was a tough life, being swingers!
"We do have to keep our heads on straight and our feet on the ground," my blonde wife said.
"Yes," I agreed. "When they're not up on the bed!"
After a time, though, we did get back to swinging. We had started out with a four-way, followed by the three-way in Baltimore. Then there'd been our voyeur period, when there had sort of been four-ways once removed.
We broke back in, as it turned out, with a three-way again. And since I was the man involved, I wasn't about to complain....
"You know, maybe we can do some good with this thing of ours," Tanya said to me one day.
"Do you mean my thing?" I joked, glancing downward.
"No, silly," she laughed. "I really meant our sexy life style. There are people who long for what we have."
I gave her a hug. "I feel something coming," I said. "Or should it be 'cumming?'"
"Well, yes," she admitted. "You see, it's Janie. She's such a beautiful, passionate woman, and she doesn't have a man."
I knew Janie well. With her light blonde hair, incredible figure, and smooth white skin, she looked like a sex goddess. But her husband, for some unknown reason, had walked out on her several months before.
"How can that be?" I asked. "Not that I'm arguing, but men should be falling all over each other to get to her."
"They are," Tanya said. "But, while she does need sex, she doesn't want any involvement so soon. So you and I are the perfect solution. In fact, I've talked with her about it and she thinks it's a great idea."
Leave it to us to make each other's wildest dreams come true! Just thinking of beautiful Janie, I felt my cock get hard as iron.
It was arranged that I'd go to Janie's place first to get things started. She greeted me at her door, wearing only a frilly pink negligee. I could see all of her voluptuous body through it, from her melon-like breasts, to her hourglass waist, to her swelling hips and rear, to her downy yellow triangle. Her hard red nipples looked especially great through the pink lace. Then she smiled and stretched, throwing her figure into even more amazing relief.
"Hi," she purred, ushering me in. "I'd offer you a drink, but I don't think we need that." She pressed against me, while my dick got hard again. "Let's get right to it. Gosh, do I need a man!"
Still standing there, we kissed deeply. I reveled in her feathery blonde hair, her beautiful face, her sweet lips and her wide blue eyes. Then I slipped off her negligee and let it fall to the floor. Mercy, what a mind-blowing body she had! I gasped when I saw her totally nude, since she was every man's dream. But when I began tracing her warm, sensuous contours with my hands, that was even better. Pausing to shuck off my clothes, I got my naked body on her, too.
"Oh, lover!" Janie sighed, grinding her furry mound against my engorged cock. It was standing up between us, so she contacted my balls as well. "That feels so good. And I need it so much!"
So I gave it to her, right then and there. Hunching down, I slid my rod steadily up and in. Her vagina was hot, wet, and wonderfully tight, thrilling every inch of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted one leg, then the other, until I was supporting her whole sexy weight. Balancing on my heels, I put my hands under her smooth, firm rear and helped her ride me. I was glad I'd kept in shape for that kind of fucking!
"Oh, yes," Janie breathed into my ear. "Oh, I can't believe how long it's been." She laughed throatily. "Or how long you are!"
Still humping, I carried her to her bedroom and laid her down on the mattress. She looked marvelous sprawled under me, her breasts upright and round, her snowy thighs spread, and her swollen pussy oozing juice. Every inch of her naked flesh quivered with arousal. But then I was back down closer to her, thrusting strongly. She bucked her hips up at me in perfect rhythm.
Then, shuddering and panting, Janie popped off an orgasm. She grabbed onto my shoulders and almost lifted herself off the bed. I wasn't far behind, either. Held by her tight, silky sleeve, my cock was as long, thick and hard as I'd ever felt it, absolutely aching for release. Soon, an immense and magnificent pressure built at the base of my spine, then broke in an intense climax. Thrusting even faster, I pumped a huge, hot load.
Gasping for breath, we lay back beside each other. I gazed at that blonde sex goddess, almost tempted to leave my wife for her. But I was saved just then by Tanya's entering the room, as we'd all agreed. It sort of reminded me of the time, in my single days, that Sally had walked in on Marilyn and me.
Tanya stripped down, revealing her curvy figure, and eased onto the bed between Janie and myself. Now it was just like our Baltimore night!
"Ooo, honey," my wife purred, reaching out and stroking the luscious other blonde's perfect breasts and downy muff. "Watching you fuck my man made me hot for you."
"Ooo, yes," Janie replied, caressing Tanya's naked flesh in return. "Let's get it on!"
"Well," I laughed. "I had no idea both of you were bi." I addressed my wife. "When you said she needed a man, you didn't say she needed a woman, too!"
Tanya smiled. "Your cock's still better. But I think you'll have fun watching this, as well!"
As I looked on in fascination, they went head to foot, grasping each other's thighs and burrowing their faces deep between them. I heard slurping sounds, and I moved around on the bed to see better. The sight of my wife's lips on Janie's labia and her tongue darting into her love hole made my head pound. And the view on the other end, of Tanya having her snatch eaten by the love goddess, was enough to drive me wild.
"Hey," I laughed, after giving them awhile to go lesbo. "This is too much. Get ready. I'm coming in!"
They didn't object. Moving around behind Janie, who was on top, I slid my cock into her smooth channel, then started a long, slow rhythm. Tanya, underneath, began tonguing my moving shaft as it went in.
Then I pulled out, they rolled over, and I repeated the process with my wife. Now I was in her familiar snatch while Janie licked my thrusting rod. Of course, each woman was still having her pussy eaten at the same time. Our three-way was complete, and what an experience it was!
Soon it was too much for all of us. With muffled moans, since their mouths were fully occupied, the women came, shuddering with pleasure. And I did, too, inspired to an even better orgasm than I'd had with just Janie.
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I panted, pumping strongly. "Oh, yeah. Oh."
"
After that carnal act, we relaxed side by side on the bed. I was in the middle, with my hands on their wet, well-fucked pussies, watching their fine breasts rise and fall.
"I feel like an extra," I observed with a grin. "As it turned out, it's like I'm a sex toy for you gals."
"Now you know how we feel sometimes," Janie giggled.
"Yes," Tanya nodded. "But get ready, Mr. Sex Toy. You're about to be played with again!"
Then they used their wanton hands and mouths to coax my dick up once more, after which they got on either end of me. My wife slowly, provocatively lowered herself onto my maypole while Janie gave me the chance to taste her fresh, blonde-furred seam. Tanya provided a great fuck, riding me with ease, even swiveling her hips to thrill every inch of my sensitized rod. If it was possible, though, I got an even greater thrill out of eating the blonde goddess's juicy quim. I explored her delicate pink folds with my tongue, lapping up her warm, delicious juices. I sucked on her clit, making her quiver in ecstasy above me. I -rimmed her tight hole, pretending that my tongue was a dick about to enter. Then I did plunge it inside, reaching as much as I could of her slick sex flesh. She was beautiful, and her cunt was her most beautiful part of all!
"Oh, yes!" Janie shrieked. "Yes, do that. Give me head. Eat me. Suck me out!"
My wife was shrieking too, as she continued to ride me with total abandon. But soon their exclamations stopped, because they must have been kissing each other as they rode me. I pictured their naked female bodies writhing and shaking, and their busy hands playing with each other's jiggling breasts.
Then, through my sex-charged cock, I felt Tanya cum. A flood of her juice came out to meet me, and her vagina contracted as she rode her orgasm to the end. At almost the same time, there was another flood: that of Marie's stuff virtually squirting onto my face as she also reached her peak. With such outrageous things going on at either end of me, it was time for me to let go, too!
Just then, though, the blonde playmates got off me and moved to my towering rod, as had happened to me once before. Their pretty faces smiled dreamily up at me as they stuck out their pink tongues. Then those tongues began to lick me from base to tip and back again, until I went off like a volcano.
"Ooo, look!" Janie squealed, when my first hot spurt came. She caught it deftly in her mouth and worked it around on her tongue!
"Ooo, yes!" my wife echoed, catching my next white jets between her lips. "Mmmmm!"
They alternated until I'd shot every bit of my urgent load. Then, smiling at each other, they did something that capped the whole swinging session for me, that really blew my mind.
Kneeling opposite each other, leaning forward so that their breasts thrust beautifully and the rest of their naked curves looked marvelous, they touched tongues. Then they slid my stuff back and forth between them! And if that wasn't enough, when their tongues parted, one last, long white strand still joined them.
The two women lay down beside me, and we drifted off to a totally satisfied, blissful sleep. Even so, I had dreams of them doing even more exotic things with me. The possibilities were endless.
At last, Tanya and I got up and dressed to leave. Before we did, we caressed Janie's wonderful, naked curves one more time.
"Thank you both," she said, giving us each a kiss. "I think that ought to hold me until I find someone of my own."
"No," we answered together, then laughed. "Thank you!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Tanya and I continued to try to do good with our swinging, just as it's good to tell about anything that's natural-like sex! By now, while she'd basically kept her down-to-earth, blue-collar ways, my wife was out of college and working for a TV station. I was still at the ad agency, and sometimes we crossed paths.
So our next sexy experience was at a public relations event, a harbor cruise. Talk about cruising, and public relations....
"Let's try something new tonight," my blonde mate said, as we got ready to go on the cruise. "Though part of it's something old, the way we used to fuck while the other one watched."
I was intrigued. I was even more intrigued by the sight of sexy Tanya moving around our bedroom. She was pulling on a tight blue shirt and tight white shorts, without the benefit of underwear! I asked her to tell me more.
"Well," she replied, "there are a lot of good-looking older women who don't get any. And just as many young guys, say nineteen, who dream but can't make it real."
"I get it," I said, thinking of my own older women period. "You're saying we ought to share the sexual wealth with those less fortunate than ourselves?"
"Yes," my wife answered. "Though it's not really charity. In their dreams, they may be even sexier than we are."
"I don't know about that," I said, giving her firm round ass a squeeze. "But I'm game!"
So, a couple of hours later, Tanya and I were leaning on the rail of the cruise boat, ready to work our plan. We'd enjoyed some drinks, some gourmet food, some dancing, and the great view of the city lights reflected on the dark water. My resourceful bride had even found an empty cabin we could use. When it came to sex, where there was a will, there was a way!
"See that woman standing over there?" Tanya said, giving me a nudge. "The dark-haired one in the pink dress, who looks like she had a hundred lovers in her time?"
"But doesn't anymore," I nodded. "You're right. She's the one for me!"
I walked over and got next to the older woman. We talked for a while about the romantic night, and she seemed flattered by my attention. About fifty, she had an incredibly voluptuous body and lusty brown eyes. Chancing it in the dark, I put my hand on her generous ass. Not put off at all, she moved under my palm and turned her face up to be kissed. When I did that, it was like I'd rediscovered a lost art! Her full lips were all over my mouth, her teeth nibbling at my lips, her hot tongue reaching for my throat.
"I have a cabin we could go to," I told her.
"Where?" she answered breathlessly.
Once we were behind closed doors, I wondered if I hadn't taken on more than I could handle. She was on me right away, nearly throwing me off balance, pressing her big, well-endowed body tight against me. Her hands busily stripped off my jacket and shirt, then started to move lower. She kissed my bare chest and even licked it.
"Easy," I said. "Easy!"
I reached behind her and unzipped her pink dress, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing an old-fashioned white lace bra with a front clasp, and a girdle to match. The garters were attached to net stockings, like some wet dream out of the past.
"I'm sorry I'm so eager," she replied, quivering under my touch. "It's just that I haven't had a man for so long." So there was an echo of what I'd had with Janie, as well.
I stood back and took in her magnificent expanse of white, still-firm flesh. This older woman had remained shapely, too, her trim waist making a beautiful dividing line between her full upper body and her swelling hips. I got ready for the moment when I'd unhook her bra, because her breasts, inching out over the top of it, promised to be huge.
Then I did it, and it was one of the most memorable times of my sexual life! Her breasts sprang out, not downward, almost bowling me over! They were three times the size of Tanya's good-sized pair, but even that wasn't all of it. In their shape, in their thrusting weight, in their big, hard nipples and wide, puckered aureoles, they seemed to have a life of their own. I couldn't get enough of them. I must have spent five minutes lifting them, trying to hold them in my hands, kissing and licking their marvelous, smooth flesh, and sucking their nipples, while their owner shuddered and sighed. Those tits were even better than Liz's had been!
Finally the big older woman urged my head away. "I'm glad you like them," she said throatily. "But I've got more!"
Looking down, with her dark hair falling sexily forward, she unhooked her garters and peeled off her girdle. My eyes widened with lust when I saw her huge ass, still smooth and firm enough, like magnificent twin world globes. Yet her cunt-and it was truly a cunt-was even better. Her black bush was so thick and wide that it reached halfway up her belly. My, had she grown a "beaver!" And her thick brown labia, visible below, made for the biggest set of privates I'd ever seen.
I embraced all of her, stretching my arms, trying to come to terms with the sexual wonder that was this woman. Her tits pressed against my entire chest, while her bush covered my front.
Then I shucked off my pants and shorts, letting my dick spring to attention. Luckily, I had a major hard-on, otherwise I didn't know how I was going to deal with her! While she gasped with delight, I nestled my tip in her exciting muff. Then I hunched down and ran my length between her thighs, feeling her sopping wet quim on it.
"Oh, God!" my partner moaned, wriggling around, her whole big body in powerful erotic motion. I was naked, but she still had her net stockings on, which made her look like a hooker out of the past. "Fuck me," she panted. "Oh, give me your cock!"
My slowing her down had been worth it. From what I'd seen and felt, my dick, even my whole body, was more turned on than it had been in months. My cock was huge and stiff, standing well up to my belly. But now there wasn't even time to make it to the bed.
I urged the big woman back to the wall of the cabin and slid my throbbing rod up into her. Her fur-framed cunt was wide and deep, not at all like the younger ones I'd been in recently. But that seemed even better. I stood there, legs straining, thrusting in different directions, exploring her every recess with my adventurous tool. like her mammoth tits, there was more than I'd ever want!
And when she felt a man inside her after so long, she totally lost control. Her ample white flesh moved in ways I'd never imagined as she hugged me, squeezed me, and urged me on. She was a magnificently mature woman, and she sure knew how to fuck. Her body was so powerful it was almost overwhelming!
"Oh, God!" she shouted huskily, as she took all I had to give. "Fuck me! Clean me out! Slide your big cock on my clit! Make me cum!"
Given the way she was moving already, I was almost afraid to. She might hug me until I fainted, or her snatch might swallow me up! But she did cum, drowning my dick in an out-rush of her juices, shaking like mad from her tits to her belly to her ass to her thighs. I was so busy dealing with her that I almost forgot to cum myself.
"Oh. Oh. Oh!" she shouted. "Oh, this is heaven. Oh, yes, lover. Yes!"
Then I did erupt, too. Levering up into her, I mustered an orgasm to fit her size and the occasion. I pumped a big, hot load, cumming and cumming. But none of it flowed back out. She took it all!
Our knees buckled, and we collapsed to the floor. "Oh, that was wonderful!" the older woman sighed. Being nearly unconscious from the power of our encounter, I didn't reply. We rested for a while. But then, smiling lustily, she got to her feet.
She walked over to a chair and bent over it. In that position, she looked even more incredible! Her legs tapered up to her voluptuous ass. Her breasts hung heavily, the big nipples pointing downward. Best of all, though, was her furry, dripping, wide-open cunt.
"Fuck me," she urged, smiling over her shoulder, her sultry face half-hidden by her dark hair. "Fuck me again!"
At the sight of her, my dick had risen, not slowly but in one big rush. So I got up, walked over, and grasped her marvelous ass. Then I plunged back into her cunt from behind. I lunged madly, fucking for all I was worth, again trying to do that big woman justice. Her hot, slippery sleeve felt just as wonderful on my deeply probing rod. There was a loud sound of flesh meeting naked flesh as I humped away. I reached under her and hefted her heavy, swinging tits, nearly straining my arms.
Now it was my turn to shout. "Oh. Oh, yeah!" I went, as I felt my heat building. I was fucking so wildly that I knew it wouldn't be long.
Then, with a stupendous rush, I came. My head throbbed and my pulse pounded as a world-class orgasm wracked my standing body. As my partner bucked and heaved in another climax of her own, my swollen cock started jerking and pumping. Spurt after spurt of my hot white jism shot into her capacious cunt, blending with her oozing juices. I seemed to ejaculate forever in one of the longest, and certainly wettest, cums of my life!
I slid out of the big older woman, and she stood up and turned to face me. Our eyes met with a primitive expression, as though we were the first lovers in the world. Then we embraced, our hot lips and our wet loins meeting one more time.
"You did me so much good," she said. "Thank you."
I thought of going for yet another round, maybe missionary position with me riding her ample flesh. My dick could easily have been ready for it! But I knew that Tanya was waiting. In fact, I'd forgotten that she'd surely been watching at the cabin door. What a thought that was!
"My dear," I told the voluptuous brunette, "I'm glad. But I wonder if you have any idea what you did for me!"
Then we got dressed and went back up on deck.
When I said good-bye to my overripe lover and rejoined my curvy blonde wife, she'd been watching indeed. "Wow!" she exclaimed, looking me up and down. "I'm surprised you're still here. I thought you might get lost in her snatch!"
"She was something else," I grinned. "I won't deny it."
Then, though, I gave her a squeeze as she stood there in her tight blue top and short white shorts. "But my heart's always with you."
"Good," Tanya replied. "But the harbor cruise is almost over. It's time for me to find the young man I'm supposed to help out!"
So she looked around, and soon discovered a lean, blond, dreamy-eyed guy of nineteen. He did appear to be the kind who, if not still a virgin, would dream about fucking a woman like her, but wouldn't know where to begin.
Tanya walked over and broke the ice by asking him to get her a drink. When he returned, she thanked him by giving him a big hug, letting him feel her big round boobs and her swelling thighs against him.
From the look on his face, he could hardly believe it. And when she asked him to go to the cabin with her, I thought he'd faint!
He followed her, though, and I followed them, taking up my position at a crack in the door. Inside, my lusty wife shucked off her top and let him see her smooth white breasts right away. She held them up and pushed them at the young man, encouraging him to touch as well as look at them. Swallowing hard, his eyes bulging, he did so. Then she put her hand behind his neck and guided him in to kiss her breasts and suck at her hard red nipples.
Next, Tanya unzipped her shorts and wiggled out of them. He swallowed harder when he saw her whole naked body, not believing his luck. And the sight of her blonde pussy hair nearly put him in shock!
Then she had her partner kneel. Again, she pulled his face in, but this time to her creaming pubes! Shyly at first, then more confidently, he began to give her head. It was as though he were worshipping her as his nose nuzzled her sweet muff and his tongue separated her delicious labia.
Now my wife was getting so hot that she had to have more, and so did the young man. So she raised him up, unbuckled his belt and stripped off his clothes. His cock stood up strongly. As she'd thought when we planned the whole evening, he'd dreamed so much that he was inwardly sexy as hell!
Driving me wild as I watched, Tanya took him by his throbbing rod and led him to the bunk. She lay back and spread her legs, giving him a beautiful view of her nakedness. He'd surely never seen anything like her outside a centerfold, but she was very real. She helped him put on a condom, then opened her arms to him. He got over her, and she guided his dick under her blonde fur, into her hot, tight slit, as he gasped with delight.
Soon he was thrusting fast and strong, looking very happy. He raised up so that he could see Tanya's round breasts bobbing with their fucking motion. She lifted her shapely legs and hugged his hips, urging him on, while her hands wandered over his back. She sighed and moaned and panted, giving him the full treatment. But, having saved up for that dream experience, he was doing so well that he was making her happy too.
They went on for a good long time, with my wife slowing him up to make the pleasure last. She did things with her hips and her pussy that I knew could drive any man crazy. She even came, squealing and wiggling around. The young man looked thrilled that he'd helped bring her off.
Finally he shot off, straining and gasping with joy. I could tell from his every motion that it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. As he pumped inside Tanya, I knew he'd now have many more such experiences, since she'd given him the confidence to make his sexual fantasies real.
"I feel like I've come full circle," I told my swinging wife, as we met on deck once more.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her lusty blue eyes looking up at me.
"Well," I replied, "I was once a shy young man like him."
"No, you weren't," she laughed. "Knowing you, you could never have been shy!"
I thought of my time, at the beginning, with the rich girl, Jean. Damn me for a Don Juan, a sexual athlete, or a man who just simply loved women, but Tanya was right.
Then the cruise boat pulled up at the dock. My sexy partner and I rushed to our car and raced home through the night city. Once there, we undressed quickly and bounded onto our king-size bed. In perfect rhythm, our loins working for our mutual happiness, we fucked the way we knew best.
"What a great night!" my wife said, lying back sleepy-eyed, her fingers playing with her damp yellow pussy hair.
"Yes," I answered, looking down at my totally satisfied cock. "That was a fine idea of yours. We made two other people happy, as well."
"But let's not forget," Tanya finished, giving me a big, naked hug, "that charity begins at home!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
One night, Tanya read about a swingers' cruise. It seemed incredible, but a group of like-minded people had chartered a ship for a sexy week in the Caribbean. I knew that there were swinging cruises, but one that was devoted entirely to that promised to be something else again. Besides, it was winter, I was up for some sun, and I recalled the sexy time I'd once had in the Bahamas, not to mention the one-night cruise we'd recently been on.
So my blonde bombshell of a wife and I scheduled some vacation time and caught a plane to Miami. Then we embarked on what turned out to be the erotic experience of our lives....
The minute the cruise ship left the dock, we knew what delights we were in for. As we stood at the rail and watched the tall buildings recede across the water, everyone was looking over everyone else's wife or husband.
And the atmosphere continued over a gourmet supper in the big dining room. The cruise director, a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, got up and talked about how free love could be the cure for the world's material and spiritual ills. She almost made an esoteric cult of it, but I knew that there'd be plenty of down-to-earth fucking, too.
My hunch was borne out when we were all invited after dinner to meet again in the ship's main salon-nude! We were told to bring what was needed for safe sex as well, which told us, if we hadn't already guessed, what the evening would involve.
So Tanya and I went back to our cabin and undressed. Before we left, for some reason I took a better look at her than I had for a long time. I studied her tied-back blonde hair, her cute ears, her wide blue eyes, tip-tilted nose, heart-shaped mouth and dimpled chin. The curve of her neck led down to her soft shoulders and graceful arms. I gazed at her high round breasts with their smooth white skin, puckered red aureoles, and hard red nipples that I'd sucked at so many times. Below her fantastic bosom, her flat tummy led to her lush patch of yellow fur.
Tearing my eyes away from her pink-lipped snatch that had done so much to turn me on, I ran them on down her silky, swelling thighs to her shapely calves. Then, as she turned, I moved back up to her firm round ass, with its exciting wisp of pussy hair visible between her legs. The sweep of her velvety back, with its cute dimples above her butt, completed my tour, as it were, of my wife's body. And I knew I'd always like what I saw!
"What are you doing?" Tanya asked, when she noticed me looking.
"Oh, nothing," I grinned, secretly satisfied. "Let's go join the others."
When we got to the main salon,-the festivities were in full swing, and I do mean swing! A hundred naked couples were walking around, talking and laughing, getting ready to split up and pair off differently, or to form groups of various sizes. Most of the people were good-looking, but even the ones who weren't looked desirable because of their sexy attitude and the whole spirit of the thing. The men were noticeably erect, too, and not in the least embarrassed about it. It was a far cry from a nudist colony!
The only ones conspicuous by their absence were the captain and crew members of the ship, who dropped in on such occasions on normal cruises. They probably thought they'd come away too distracted to sail.
There was one more feature to that upbeat, totally free party. Couches and cots had been placed around the big room, indicating that far from couples stealing away to their cabins as Tanya and I had on the harbor cruise, all the sex was to be public here!
"Wow!" my wife exclaimed, in her usual lusty way. "I thought we did some far-out things, but this is a whole new world."
"You're right," I nodded.
But that was the end of our discussion. Not one, but two handsome studs walked up to my naked blonde mate, and after nodding pleasantly to me, they took her arms and led her away. Before they disappeared in the crowd, I noticed that they already had their hands all over her big round tits and her firm round ass, and were moving to her pussy. How was that, I thought, for getting acquainted?
If I had any residual jealousy, though, it vanished when not two, but three women appeared next to me. I had done better than Tanya, and I hoped no one else was getting the short end of the stick, but given the way I was feeling, I just didn't care!
Two of my new partners were blondes in their twenties, like Tanya, and were unmarried, but there with steady boyfriends. They were nymphos through and through, and had simply taken the opportunity of the cruise for some hot sex. Their feathery hair, pretty faces, and slender but well-built naked bodies were of a kind I knew very well, and I looked forward to what I knew I was getting into.
But the third woman was an older, heavier redhead, and she was completely off the map! Swinging sometimes involved deliciously kinky things as well as freedom, I knew, and she and her mate had apparently come along for that. I pictured her weighty breasts, swelling ass, and lush red bush not nude as they were now, but done up in some appropriate outfit. In other words, this woman was in command!
So, when she led me over to one of the couches, I lay back to enjoy it. My dick had been rock-hard ever since I walked into the room, and now it pointed throbbingly toward the high ceiling. Condoms had thoughtfully been provided, and the big redhead rolled one onto me. Then she had the two younger blondes kneel at my middle, one on either side.
"Eat this man," she told them. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't heard it with my own ears.
They did just as she'd said. Using their tongues in rhythm, as if they done something like that before, they licked the length of my sensitized shaft. Then they took turns getting me into their mouths and sucking strongly, their blue eyes looking wantonly up at me and at each other and their feathery hair tickling my balls.
But the powerful redhead spoke again. "Fuck this man!" she said.
They proceeded to do that, too. First one, then another pair of slender thighs was spread, and one, then another tight hot love hole was lowered alternately onto my upstanding manhood. With hands on my chest, breasts hanging and bobbing, bellies taut and hips lunging deliciously backward, they took turns fucking me to distraction.
By that time, and given that kind of inspiration, I was burstingly ready to cum. It didn't hurt, either, that I could look around the steamy room and see a good hundred other carnal acts going on. Not the least of these involved my trusty Tanya, visible across the way, fucking one of her studs while sucking the other one!
But the big redhead spoke once more. "Off!" she told the pair of blondes, who immediately obeyed. Then she straddled me, not holding herself up but using her whole naked weight, and shoved her own hairy sex onto my wildly throbbing rod.
She was hot and tight and deep, but that was only the start of it. Her slick flesh, her pressing breasts felt wonderful against me, but there was more. Her breath came hotly onto my face, and her eyes looked into mine with an expression of lust as old as creation, but there was even more than that.
That woman didn't fuck. She didn't lunge. She drove! In huge, spasming waves, she projected her pussy onto me, more strongly than I'd ever felt any woman do that, probably more strongly than I'd ever fucked any woman. I felt totally helpless underneath her, yet infinitely moved.
And when I came, which happened sooner than I really wanted it to, it was with a colossal orgasm, one that matched the ship's size and its deep rocking, and that seemed to carry me off across the night sea to the horizon, then up among the stars.
The rest of the cruise was a blur of sex, and of great sex at that. But Tanya and I didn't get jaded, because if you're only open to the possibilities of fucking, it's always new.
And when we got back home, with deep tans as well as pleasantly sore, fucked-out bodies, we didn't have much to say, except for her usual, happy expression.
"Wow!"
So those are some of my sexual experiences, or, if I may be so bold, the confessions of a stud. Try as some people might have me do, I've never been able to see anything wrong with the perfectly natural act that is fucking, or with telling it like it is. People who have problems with both should be more mature and comfortable with their sexuality, since sex is, after all, the basic, natural and healthy force of life.
As you've seen, I've had many kinds of affairs, and with the help of my trusty Tanya, I'm likely to have many more. She's the perfect companion for such goings-on, and with luck, we'll do some more good. In fact, she ought to tell her side sometime.
