THE BASKETBALL ON TV CAN’T MATCH THE MAJOR LEAGUE BALLING IN THE BEDROOM
It was a long week. When I got home on Friday, I just wanted to take a shower and relax. My wife was waiting for me at the door. After a long kiss, she told me that my friend Grant had called to remind me that he was coming over to watch the basketball game like we had planned a week before. Fuck, I thought to myself. I forgot all about that.
Just after she told me this, I jumped into the shower so I could be out before Grant got there. I wasn’t in the shower fifteen minutes when, out the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Grant using the toilet. My wife must be in the front bathroom, I thought to myself. I was trying to figure out why he’d come all the way to the back of the house just to take a leak.
I thought nothing more of it and continued to wash myself. When Grant finished, I looked out the curtain to see if he was leaving, and to my surprise he was watching me with his cock in his hand.
“What the hell are you doing, you crazy loon?”
He didn’t say a word. He just winked at me and started taking off all his clothes. In ten seconds flat he was completely nude. I shut the shower door and kept showering. Grant opened the door and joined me. At first I didn’t know what to think as he began to soap up my body, working his way down to my cock. He looked up at me to see if I would stop him. Not sure why, I let him continue. He took my dick in his hand, stroking it with expertise. It was a nice surprise, I have to admit.
When he rinsed all the soap off my cock, he completely astonished me. He took my nine-inch member into his mouth all the way down to the base. He sucked like I have never been sucked before (or since, male or female). He hit all the right spots, and then he started licking my balls, sucking them each into his mouth. My eyes were closed, and when I opened them I saw that my wife was watching him suck me.
Not only was she watching, but she was buck naked, rubbing her pink clit. Pussy juice was running down her fingers. She licked the juices off. Grant, who had resumed sucking my shaft, let it pop out and suggested that we move to the bed. She ran out before he saw her and hid outside the bedroom door so she could hear and watch what was happening. Grant and I climbed on the bed and no more words were said. He grabbed his dick like he wanted me to give him a blowjob. His back was to the door behind which Angela hid. I looked at her through the crack in the door. She knew what he wanted and she gave me her look of approval.
She and I had, at one time, talked about a fantasy we both shared, and this was it! We share many fantasies, but we always felt that this one was going to come true for us. Staring at his seven inches of thick cock, I became so horny I didn’t waste any time. I felt his hard cock hit the back of my throat and I was able to gently kiss his balls with my lips. I sucked so hard that pre-come oozed into my mouth. Licking every inch, I sucked up and down, licking his balls and sucking his head. He moaned with pleasure. I found myself actually enjoying the idea of sucking dick, like my wife does to me. A few minutes passed. I looked up at him and told him I wanted it in my ass.
“I want to feel what my wife feels during anal sex,” I explained. He said, “Rock and roll.”
I rolled onto my stomach and he began spreading my cheeks apart. I felt his finger go inside me. The feeling was unreal! After only a few seconds, I was ready and relaxed. I gave him a tube of K-Y jelly from my wife’s drawer and told him to be easy because this was a first-time thing for me and my virgin ass would need it slow. I could feel the head of his cock slowly enter my ass. He let it sit for a few seconds, then with long, steady, slow strokes, his cock was bottoming out in my ass. All the movement made his balls slap against mine. I was so turned on that I wanted it harder and faster.
About this time, my wife had apparently had enough, and she joined us on the bed.
“You guys just keep on going. I’m going to bring myself off just watching you.”
My wife sprawled out next to us and started diddling her clit. She looked great as her cunt juice started dripping out of her sex. She could see how much I was enjoying getting fucked. It felt just like she had described it while I reamed her asshole.
Words, however, are not enough. Every thrust of his cock made my cock twitch. I could see him fucking me in the mirrored closet doors, my ass up in the air and his hard cock ramming inside me. I found myself yelling for him to come in my ass.
“I want your hot load deep in my asshole.” With the next thrust I could feel his hot goo—five spurts deep in my ass.
My wife was so hot and wet, she had covered her rock-hard nipples with her own pussy juice. She screamed out, “I want both of you.”
Grant pulled out of me and stuck his face in Angela’s wet cunt. She teased him with orgasms and began lifting her legs around his head. I sucked her rock-hard nipples as she grabbed my rock-hard dick. She knew I wanted to come inside of her. She lay me on my back and straddled my waist, taking my rod deep in her wet cunt. Every thrust made juice run down my balls.
Grant, whose dick was ready to go again, moved toward Angela and eased his throbbing cock into her mouth. My wife looked so sexy, bouncing up and down on my pole as another pole completely filled her mouth. I started bucking wildly, and within seconds I was depositing my seed deep into my wife’s abdomen.
She was yelling like a banshee, popping up and down on my cock so wildly that I feared she would hit her head on the ceiling.
When I was spent, she yelled, “Okay, Grant, add your two cents worth.”
Getting behind my wife, he spread her cheeks apart and, with one smooth stroke, slid easily inside her.
“Oh, I thought you only did assholes,” my wife said.
“Is that where you want it?” Grant asked her.
“You know it, baby.”
So fast you couldn’t even see it, Grant moved from one sweet hole to the other, and my wife let out an ecstatic “Ohhhh!”
The look on her face almost made me lose my load again. “Have you got more, my darling?”
“I think so,” I said.
With that, she leaned toward me and took me in her mouth. “Yes,” I whimpered, “oh, God, yes.”
Right about this time, Grant’s dick started throbbing, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was coming.
Then I could tell by my wife’s muffled moans that she was coming, and I figured I better get on the ball.
Pumping my dick into her mouth, I released a load to end all loads. There was come everywhere—up my honey’s butt, in her mouth and dribbling down her legs.
I was paralyzed. Angela crawled up to me and we shared my come in a passionate kiss. Then we hugged.
After we were all rested, Grant said he had to go.
“What about the game?” I asked.
“That’s the only game I was interested in.”
I looked at my wife. “Did you guys plan this?” I asked her. “Who, us?” she asked innocently, and then the two of them burst out laughing.
After Grant left, the two of us lay together in bliss.
That was the night that our main fantasy came true. I felt what it would be like to be a woman.—
W.P., Reno, Nevada
SURPRISE VISIT LEADS TO SURPRISE ENCOUNTER WITH SURPRISE GUEST
It was late Friday afternoon and I was driving to my condo. The music on the radio was interrupted by a warning of severe winds and thunderstorms. My girlfriend was away visiting her parents, so I wasn’t looking forward to an exciting weekend. I stopped by a liquor store on the way home.
As I was putting my things away the telephone rang. It was a friend of mine, but one that I don’t really know very well and who shall remain nameless. We met at the Y and we’ve played tennis several times and had drinks afterward. He’s about my age, twenty-eight, tall, slim and a very competitive athlete. He called to arrange a tennis match for Sunday, then he asked about my plans for the evening. I told him that, because of the approaching storm, I expected to stay at home. Boldly, he asked if he could come over for a drink.
With nothing better to do, I said, “Sure, come on.”
I pulled off my coat and tie, drank a beer and relaxed watching the news. At about seven o’clock I decided to take a shower. While I was undressing, the doorbell rang. I put on a robe and let the guy in. I told him I was about to shower, showed him the bar and asked him to make us drinks. I would only be a few minutes. When I stepped dripping from the shower, he was standing in the doorway. He handed me my drink. I took a big swallow and dried off. He followed me into the bedroom and examined some books as I put on running shorts. “I see you have a collection of classic porn novels, ” he said.
“Yeah,” I replied. “And some tapes also. Want to take a look at some?”
“Sure,” he said.
The storm was getting much worse as we went into the living room. Our glasses were empty so I mixed another round. I started the tape and sprawled on the couch. He sat at the other end.
The opening scene was of a male stripper at a girl’s party. He danced around and peeled off his clothes to the encouragement of the women. He was soon down to just a pouch and that was soon removed, leaving the guy naked, displaying the beginning of a huge erection. It must have been eleven inches. “Where do they find these guys?” I said aloud. “Mine is only about eight inches.”
“I’m sure yours is fine,” my guest said.
The girls undressed and attacked the young man. They pulled him to the floor and were all over him. One sucked on his monster as another sat on his face. Then another rode him like a bucking bronco as the others cheered. The guy plugged another girl from the rear. Then two girls were licking his tool. The action was hot, and I was getting hot. My dick was twitching. I glanced over at Rick (oops!) and saw that he had his hands covering his crotch.
On the screen more guys had arrived at the party and the orgy really got going. The storm was getting much worse. I suggested to Rick that he stay and eat with me because of the weather. Also, we were getting too drunk for either of us to drive. He accepted. I asked him to fix drinks while I took a casserole from the fridge. My erection was very obvious when I stood up and so was his, but we’d both had enough to drink to eliminate our embarrassment.
I put the food in the oven, took my drink, and we sat back down to continue watching the movie. The couples paired off and were screwing in every conceivable position. The girls were climaxing and the boys were shooting off big loads of come. My dick was throbbing. Rick was squirming and rubbing his cock through his pants. Our glasses were soon empty again.
I got up, checked on the food and poured fresh drinks. I was obviously getting pretty drunk. Rick wasn’t too sober either. I managed to serve supper on trays, and we ate while watching the last part of the tape.
Suddenly there was a very bright lightning bolt, followed by a loud clap of thunder. The lights flickered and went out. I found and lit a candle. Rick turned to me and said, “Since we can’t watch the movie, tell me about your first sexual experience.”
“Masturbation or the real thing?” I asked.
“Both,” he replied.
“Well, one night, when I was eighteen, I was camping out with a buddy. He began to beat his meat and so I tried it too. I’d never done it before. When he saw my inexperience he offered to jerk me off and I let him.”
“You were eighteen when you first jerked off.”
“Yep.”
“Wow.”
“My first time with a girl,” I continued, “was only a couple months earlier. It was my eighteenth birthday and her parents were out. She wouldn’t let me put it in, that came later, but she sucked me off. What about you?”
“I found a sex book in my dad’s closet,” replied Rick, and he went on to tell how he showed it to a friend and they jerked each other off.
Rick took my glass and fixed drinks. I was getting drowsy and stretched out on the couch. Rick returned and sat down, placing my feet in his lap. He rubbed my ankles as he told me how he first fucked a girl while at a beach-house party. He moved my feet against his stiff dick and ran his hands slightly up my legs. “Have you ever had a guy suck you off?” he asked. His hand moved farther up my leg.
I nodded.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Sure,” I murmured.
He placed his hand on my crotch and nervously asked, “Will you let me blow you?” He grasped my cock. I was horny as hell. I did not say no. He removed my shorts and exposed my raging hard-on. Then he stood up and quickly undressed.
“God, what a dick,” he said, as he leaned over me and began to rub my chest and stomach. He pinched and rubbed my nipples and then moved me around so that he could get between my legs. His breath was warm as he blew on my balls and gently massaged them with his hand. His other hand guided my prick to his lips and he licked around the head. Damn, it felt good. I was panting. He teased the full length with his tongue before sucking on the crown. I pushed his head down, hoping he’d get the message and take more into his mouth.
My hips were moving up and down, furiously fucking his face. Finally, he managed to take it all, his face buried in my pubic hair.
“I’m coming,” I moaned. “Take it, eat it, drink it all, suck it all out.”
My balls tightened and I shot my load deep down his throat. Rick kept on sucking until I became limp, then pulled away. I was about to pass out. Rick stood and pumped his cock, shooting big globs of come on my belly. I awoke late the next morning, naked, with a hard-on. Rick was sitting on the edge of the couch wearing only his briefs, gazing at me. “You feel like talking about what happened last night, or do you just want to forget it?” he asked. “I’m bisexual, as you now know, and I’ve wanted this to happen ever since I first saw you at the gym. You’re probably confused right now.”
“No, no, Rick. I’m fine.”
Rick dressed, leaned over and patted my dick. “Hope to see you later, big boy. Don’t forget our tennis match tomorrow,” he said as he left.
I turned over and went back to sleep, trying to get over my hangover.—
A.S., Jekyll Island, Georgia