As the night progressed, Angie was used in many ways, including being tied to a cot and fucked in the pussy, and tied facedown and fucked in the ass. But the thing she seemed to enjoy most was when she was forced to give each of the men a head-to-toe tongue-bath. Her hands were tied behind her back for this, of course, so she had to please the men entirely with her mouth. From what I could tell, she did a good job. She started with Milt, sucking his fingers, then nibbling her way up his arm, across his chest, his belly, and then on to his cock, which she pumped a few times with her teeth.
Then Milt turned over. This time Angie started by nibbling on his toes, sucking them clean, then licking his feet, calves, knees and thighs. Once again she ended up at his cock, which was hard and throbbing. Angie took it down her throat, sucking an orgasm out of Milt that made him tremble all over.
She did the same for Vince and Alan, with one slight variation: Alan made her fuck his asshole with her tongue. She’s done that to me on many occasions, so I know the pleasure she brought him was intense.
By this time it was getting late, and Angie said she had to go. The guys said they wanted to do one more thing first. They had her lie on the floor with her hands tied behind her back. Then each man knelt in front of her and commanded her to suck him off. As each one was about to come, he pulled his cock out of her wet mouth and aimed it at a different part of her body. Milt soaked her face with his come, while Vince painted her breasts with his white load, and Alan pulled his prick out of her, pumped it a few times and shot his sperm all over her stomach. They then lifted her to her feet and told her what a great time they’d had.
As Angie was leaving, she saw her panties from the previous night and asked if she could take them with her. Milt said sure, but instead of handing them to her, he used them to wipe the come from her pussy, legs, tits and stomach. Then he rolled them up in a little ball, told her to open wide, and placed the panties in her mouth.
I met her on the road and walked behind her, enjoying the sight of my wife walking naked through the woods, gagged, tied and reeking of sperm. When we got back to our camp, Angie’s last duty was to fuck me one more time before we went to sleep. We had fantastic sex. I was very worked up from seeing her with those three men, and was abe to come twice without losing my erection. Angie, although she’d done enough fucking and sucking that weekend to occupy a houseful of whores, couldn’t get enough of my dick. She probably had ten orgasms before finally telling me she was too exhausted to go on.
The next morning I got up late. Angie was already awake and freshened up. She put on a wraparound dress and a pair of red thong panties. As usual, she was braless. As we were leaving, we came upon Milt, Vince and Alan loading their car. We stopped and talked for a while. Just as I was about to drive off, Angie said, “Wait a minute.” With that she untied the sash on her dress, took it off and tossed it into the van. Standing there in broad daylight, in just a pair of panties, she looked great. She slowly peeled the panties down her legs, handed them to Milt and, looking him in the eye, said, “I’ll be back for these someday, if you’ll promise to humiliate me again.”
“I promise,” said Milt. Angie got back in the van, naked, and re-mained naked for the entire ride home!—
F.D., Burlington, Vermont
PARTING THOSE CUNT LIPS IS SUCH SWEET SORROW, TEACH
I want to tell you about the sumptuous, erotic humiliation I recently received at the hands of a gorgeous high school fellow. I’ve already described the whole affair to my husband, who found it shocking but stimulating.
I am a former actress who recently took a job as drama teacher in a large, suburban high school. I am extremely attractive and slim, and while I’m not especially well-endowed in the breast department, my legs are long, tawny and elegant. In my younger years I always landed the part of the dewy-eyed ingenue. But it’s hard to play seventeen when you’re forty-one, which is why I’m now teaching.
Since I began last fall at Southton High, I’ve frequently worn a certain short red minidress to my classes—“that damned red dress,” my sweet husband calls it, because of the distraction it has caused him over the years. It barely covers my hips, and shows off nearly every inch of my thighs. I like it because it makes me feel free and youthful. I’m quite proud of my legs, and I suppose I thought the dress would help me bridge the age difference between me and my students. I hoped it would put me more in touch with them. Little did I realize what kind of touching it would ultimately lead to.
We’re doing
Romeo and Juliet
this semester, and Romeo was being played by an incredible young hunk named Chris. He’s a curly-haired, strapping young eighteen-year-old outlaw with a face to die for, and a reputation as the most sought-after lover at school. Girls swoon over him, boys envy him, and even we female teachers must do our best to keep our thoughts on a professional level when we deal with him.
But it all came unglued for this teacher last week. I was directing a scene in which Romeo kisses Juliet, trying to help Chris and his co-star, a lovely girl named Margaret, turn the scene into something truly passionate. It was increasingly evident to me that neither Chris nor Margaret needed any help making the scene catch fire.
I suppose I was hovering a little too closely over them—out of jealousy—because suddenly Chris released Margaret and turned to me. “Here, Mrs. Hellman. I’ll show you how we kiss,” he said. To my astonishment, he swept me into his strong, enveloping arms. Before I knew it, I was a limp dishrag, a melting pillar of female flesh having the blazing hell kissed out of me—all in full view of my students; mind you! I felt Chris’s ripe, young mouth force mine open (it didn’t take a lot of forcing, actually). His delicious tongue snaked its way into my mouth.
By reflex, I closed my own lips over it, sucking it deeply into my mouth. My clipboard slipped from my hand and my notes scattered across the stage floor. All my dignity was gone. I was scarlet with embarrassment, completely under this boy’s spell. The kiss went on and on. Chris was fucking my mouth with his tongue, kissing me into a trance. I tried to whimper a weak protest, but it got caught in my throat, under his sweet tongue, and came out instead as a meow of pleasure.
My students were shocked. I could hear them whispering, “What a slut,” and maybe they were right, but I couldn’t seem to control myself. I could feel the hem of my red dress rising above my black bikini panties, coaxed ever upward by Chris’s strong, young hand. The teacher’s white ass-cheeks were in full view to all who cared to look. “He’s gonna fuck her right here!” came the hum from the other students, and I wasn’t so sure they were wrong.
Chris brought a hand to my thigh, curling his fingers into the wet, soft inside of my cunt. To keep myself upright, I clamped my thighs around his hard leg. This increased the friction of his fingers against my overheating clitoris. I wondered if I was going to thoroughly disgrace myself by climaxing against him. I needed him to fuck me—I wanted his hard, teenage dick inside me. I didn’t care whether it would cost me my job or even my self-respect. Those things seemed trivial compared to the passion I was feeling at that moment.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer without coming, Chris released me as suddenly as he’d taken me. My legs were liked cooked spaghetti, and I dropped clumsily to the floor. I struggled to my hands and knees as the entire cast erupted into whistles, catcalls and mocking applause. Looking up, I could not bring myself to make eye contact with my conquering young stud.
Still on my knees, I dismissed the cast. When the last student had filed out, ogling me over his shoulder, I finally looked up at my teenage god. “If you have any compassion,” I whispered as I looked into his eyes, “you will finish what you started. Come now, you animal, and fuck your teacher.”
Bless his young heart, he did. He had the tact to take me to the darkened area behind the rear curtain. There he propped me against a costume trunk, pulled my black panties halfway down my legs and filled my soaked, willing vagina from behind with the longest, hardest, silky-smooth cock I’d ever taken in twenty-five years of lovemaking. When this boy erupted in me, I cried out and wept. I was full of shame, but still powerfully aroused. I turned around and covered his mouth with kisses. Then I dropped to my knees again and cradled his fabulous cock in my hands, nuzzling and kissing it gently before drawing it into my mouth to suck the nectar of our combined juices.
The experience was as humiliating as it was magnificent, and I hope it’s only the beginning. As attractive as I am, I know I can’t compete for Chris’s attention forever against the likes of the high-school cuties who are always hanging around him. But I have persuaded my dear, long-suffering husband into serving as a one-man audience for a special performance starring Chris and myself, this coming Saturday night, in the bedroom of our home.—
Name and address withheld
SIMON SAYS … WELL, HE DOESN’T SAY MUCH—THEY WON’T LET HIM!
I am a twenty-year-old woman, and share an apartment with my best friend Rita who, like myself, is a college senior. I work out with weights at a gym every couple of days, so I am fairly well-muscled. I’ve had intercourse with men, but for the past couple of years most of my sex has been with Rita. Until last semester, I hadn’t had a dick in me for nearly two years, and I don’t think Rita had either. Well, that changed when Simon moved into the apartment next to ours.
Simon was a small, lightweight freshman who’d probably never fucked anything in his life but his hand. Rita and I thought he was pretty cute, though, so we became friendly with him. Late one Saturday night Rita and I were sitting around watching television and drinking beer, when we heard Simon walking up the stairs. We were both pretty loaded, and all we had on were panties and T-shirts that barely covered our butts. I jumped up, opened the door and said to Simon, “Come in and have a beer with us. No excuses, kiddo. We’re having a party!”
He said he’d just come from the library and had to study, but there was no way I was going to let this adorable little guy spend Saturday night with his books. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the apartment. He was wearing a T-shirt, gym shorts, socks and tennis shoes, and was all embarrassed about the way we were dressed, but Rita got him a beer to help him relax. We had him sit between us on the couch. Simon was shy and red-faced, and tried to avoid looking directly at our scanty attire. He attempted to keep his eyes glued to the TV, but when I looked down at his crotch, I could see he had a huge erection. It was sticking straight up in his shorts, which started my pussy leaking and made my nipples poke through my shirt.
Rita had also noticed his erection, and I could see we had the same idea. “Rita,” I said, “come into the kitchen with me. Let’s make our friend something to eat.”
In the kitchen, Rita and I took a roll of duct tape from the drawer. We went back to the living room, and I lay down on the floor and told Simon to rub my back. I couldn’t believe it, but he did so without putting up a fuss. Then I told him it was his turn, and made him take off his shirt and lay facedown on the floor. I think he was happy to do that, because it enabled him to hide his hard-on.
“Close your eyes,” I said to him, and he did. That’s when Rita and I pinned his arms behind his back and taped his wrists together. He was helpless, and although he kept struggling and trying to get up, Rita straddled his head, sat on his face and pinned down his shoulders with her knees. She rubbed her pussy over his face while I took off his shoes, socks and gym shorts, leaving him in just his underwear. I pulled off his briefs, exposing his cock and balls. His hard little peter continued to bounce around as he straggled.
He had a six-inch hard-on, nice tight balls and a cute little patch of pubic hair. Rita started to play with his nipples, and I ran my fingers lightly over his genitals. I don’t think I’d ever seen a cock that hard before!
Simon was telling me to stop, but I asked him, “Why should I? Aren’t you having fun?” I kept fondling him just to the point of orgasm, but would not allow him to come. Poor Simon probably never had had a woman touch him before, because all of a sudden his cock spasmed and he started to shoot his spunk. He erupted so hard, it actually hit Rita in the face. Pretty soon there was come everywhere—on his hairless chest, his pubes, my shirt. I know a drop or two even landed on my lips.
Rita got up and said to Simon, “You got come all over me. Now I have to take these off. She pulled off her T-shirt, exposing her tits to him. She also slipped out of her panties, giving him his first view of her shaved pussy. While I undressed, Rita got up to get a wash cloth and a ball of string. When she returned, she washed Simon off, then tied the string tightly around the base of his cock. Then she pulled him up to a kneeling position and made him crawl on his knees to a chair.
She sat down in the chair and told him to lick her pussy. It’s not like he had a choice, but he didn’t seem to mind either. He tongued her salty box until she came, which didn’t take long, as Rita climaxes easily. I was so hot that I was playing with myself, and as soon as Rita was done with Simon, I took her place. His tongue felt good in my pussy. Although he didn’t really know what he was doing, he managed to hit all the right spots, and pretty soon I came too. He was pretty shocked when my cunt exploded and my juice leaked all over his face!
I pulled Simon up by the string around his cock and then untied it. His cock sprang free and stiffened completely in about three seconds. “Time for your reward for being such a good boy,” I said. I grabbed his butt, slipped my mouth over his hard peter and started to suck him.
I was getting too much of his pubic hair in my mouth, though, so I got another idea. I took him to the bathroom and made him lie on the floor. “What’s going on?” he asked, but I told him to keep quiet and enjoy himself while I clipped his pubes with a scissors. I’d never seen a guy with a shaved crotch before. Simon was going to be my first. After clipping all the hair off, I got shaving cream and spread it over all his pubic area, including his asshole, and shaved him completely. Soon his totally bald boner was throbbing right in my face.