Suddenly he pulled his cock out and shot hot come all over my ass. When Barbie saw what Tony had done, I saw a gleam in her eyes. I knew what she wanted, and I made sure she was going to get it. She crawled behind me and started to lick up all Tony’s jism. She wanted every last drop. As she licked the come from my ass, Tony stuck his cock into her pussy. He fucked her as she reamed me with her tongue. We ended up having the biggest, best orgasms we’d ever experienced.
Needless to say, Barbie, Tony and I are the best of fucking friends. We share everything. I not only gained a great assistant, but Tony and I made a brand-new friend.—
K.M., Seattle, Washington
SCHOLARSHIP CAN WAIT; THESE THREE WANT TO CONDUCT A SEXUAL TUTORIAL
I had been sitting at the computer for hours, with only a buttered roll for lunch. My paper was due the next day and I had put it off until the last minute.
I was concentrating so hard that I didn’t hear Thor open the apartment door. The first clue I had that I was no longer alone was when his hands began to massage my aching shoulders. God, that felt good! To hell with the paper. I barely had the sense to hit the Save key before I closed my eyes, leaned back and abandoned myself to his warm, strong hands. I soon began to melt under his ministrations. And I was not surprised when the rubbing started to go lower on my body. With eyes still closed, I sighed in contentment as I felt warm hands cup my breasts through the fabric of my bra and blouse. Soon I felt the buttons of the blouse being opened one by one. He slid the straps of my slip and bra down my right shoulder, pulling down the cup and exposing my nipple. My breast was engulfed in warmth as Thor’s hand covered it, squeezing, massaging my nipple between his fingers.
What bliss! I was being rescued from the drudgery of study! Oh, shit. Yeah, I’d fail the course, but so what? What did I care for the topic of women’s oppression in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, when I could take comfort anticipating the latest onslaught of Thor’s mighty meat wagon at the dawn of the twenty-first? Soon the sturdy computer chair swung around on its swivel and my boob was blanketed in warmth as a wet tongue caressed my nipple. I softly murmured, “More, more. It feels so good.”
Then I felt the straps descend my left shoulder and expose my other boob, which was soon suffused with a similar warm and wet feeling. It was wonderful, but even amidst my growing pleasure I could pause and ask myself how each of my nipples could be sucked at the same time. I might even have to open my eyes in an attempt to figure that one out. So my eyelids snapped open, and I beheld not one but two naked men kneeling on either side of me. There was Thor, of course, my beloved husband, my Viking warrior—but I had not expected to see his friend Janos.
I was bemused, but it felt so good to have those two wonderful men sucking on my breasts that I simply closed my eyes again and let them have their way with me. Just think, I thought, not two minutes before this I was thinking I was starving myself in every way to try to turn out a paper I wasn’t interested in for a course I hated, and now I have the prospect of getting double-fucked. Well I ask you, would you have gone back to the keyboard if you were in my shoes, which I was pretty sure I’d soon be out of, along with my blouse, slip, and any other item of clothing on my hot body? Well, horny reader, I don’t think so!
Of the latter eventuality I was sure, because after a delightful interval of sucking and licking I felt hands at the buttons of my skirt. Lifting my ass slightly off the computer chair, I permitted my skirt to come off, and soon my panties and hose joined it on the floor. Strong but gentle hands spread my knees apart and the central outpost of my femininity was exposed to the two randy Biblical men, one of whom—Janos—was hairy; and Thor, smooth.
Fingers brushed across my damp bush, slowly working their way toward my interested vagina. Wishing to be the soul of cooperation, I wriggled toward that hand and gave myself totally to the excitement that was building in my crotch. I assumed it was Thor’s hand, for didn’t a husband have first right of entry? Soon, one gentle finger slid into my snatch. Shock waves of pleasure spread from my cunt to the nipple that Janos was still sucking. I opened my eyes again to see that it was indeed my mighty Thor who was frigging me, and doing a great job of it. Between his middle finger on my clit and Janos’s tongue on my nipple, I began to feel the result of these tender ministrations. My orgasm was imminent. It came ever so slowly, from somewhere deep inside me, building with each suck on my nipple and plunge of finger into my cunt. I rode it, felt it and finally cried a shuddering cry as it overwhelmed me. I soared and burst on high like an Independence Day firecracker. My eyes were closed again and I saw the fireworks burst and shower my inner vision with sparks of delight. And before I could start to descend from this peak I felt myself filled with a massive cock.
Have you ever been fucked in a computer chair? It’s perfect. I’ll explain: press the handle and the height is just right to align cock and cunt. I felt myself being brought to the right level, and then the wheeled chair slid back and forth as I was impaled by a wonderful length of masculinity I readily recognized. It was the re-doubtable hammer of my Thor!
Again, I didn’t want to look, I just wanted to enjoy. In and out that massive dong drove, filling me with flesh and then pulling out. I brought my legs up and leaned back as far as I could in the chair, opening my eyes long enough to see a sight that was well worth getting wide-eyed about.
It was Janos’s rod, standing long and firm and looking delicious. Oh yes, that meat was being offered to my mouth. And I was hungry! So I lolled my head to one side and let my tongue drop over my lower lip. And I moaned, long and low. I licked my lips and let a little spit drool. I made a slurping noise. Janos and Thor both laughed. Then Janos fed the hungry pleasure-taker.
The lower part of his large dickhead touched my tongue. With greedy eagerness, I moved my lips along the shaft, closer to his clump of pubic hair. Janos gasped in appreciation. I immediately sucked even more deeply, making a loud, sloppy noise that drew happy laughter from the two men. Another strong suck, though, and Janos’s laughter turned to a long buzz of appreciation. I’d never given him head before—I’d never so much as touched his hand!—but now I worked on him as if I were making up for lost time. And that low moan indicated he was getting a similar feeling toward me.
A rivalry seemed to commence. Thor was apparently determined to show he could fuck my cunt better than Janos could fuck my mouth. He lifted my legs to a higher level and worked in a rhythm designed to increase my pleasure further, something I wouldn’t have thought possible till my marvelous husband made the effort.
I wondered if I would be able to stand up to such roaring delight, but I was damn determined to accept the challenge! And I had to be, since, to add to Thor’s effort, Janos was fucking my face, employing his own unique skills admirably.
“Easy... easy, lover,” he said, trying to temper the excitement I was exerting as I sucked, sucked, sucked on his majestic Magyar meat. O Turkish hordes storming across the plains of Hungary, I fantasized (my mind momentarily returning to my history studies), thy fury was no greater than mine!
I tried to gauge the progress I was making on these two strategic fronts, to feel the tension in each penis. My lips and tongue could detect the slightest nuance in the pulse within Janos’s phallus while my lower lips tried to sense how close to climax was my Thor’s thrusting piston. That way, my sucking and the throwing of my hips could move in rhythm toward the unspeakably good moment when both my warriors would gush!
I could feel that moment was approaching, and I could hear the coming of their coming in the groans that were arising, seemingly unwillingly, from the throats of each man. My own throat was feeling the loving pressure of Janos’s rod, which also told me the climactic orgasmic cannonade could not be very far off.
So here it was: my opportunity to make that moment explode! Emitting a throaty growl of my own, I snapped my pelvis and drew long suction simultaneously. The noises in their throats grew louder. Another thrust, another suck and—they blew!
“Aahhgghh!” the two stout fellows cried in unison, and immediately I felt what I’d fomented. Each phallus swelled. Then each gushed a heroic discharge. The pleasure in my loins was intense, and in my mouth I had to handle a pulsation of semen so strong that much of it gushed back out on my lips before I could drink it. I heard a riot of climactic cries, a duet of Thor’s helden-tenor and Janos’s basso profundo. And my body thundered with a crescendo that, had I been able to express it, would have featured my own high C.
In a little while the three of us were enjoying the afterglow. We lay on the floor; I laid kisses on their bodies and they kissed and caressed mine. I’d get an explanation later of this gorgeous surprise, of which I had never detected the slightest hint from those two devilish boys! Also, with my good sense returning, I’d have to get back to the paper, the current blankness of which mocked me from my computer screen.
“Oh, we’ll help you, darling,” Thor said, smiling and kissing my breast.
“We’ll be your ghost writers,” Janos said, caressing my face. After such fucking, we felt we could do anything!—
G.L., Provo, Utah
SHE TOOK THEM FROM THE THREESOMES YOU TALK ABOUT TO THE ONES YOU PERFORM
Last year, my wife Cindy and I took a vacation down in the Florida Keys. Our thought was to stay at bed-and-board places whenever possible, in order to savor the feel of the Keys.
On the second night of our journey, we stayed at a small, delightful place that consisted of about eight rooms circled around a beautiful patio. We spent the morning snorkeling, and I must say that Cindy attracted plenty of attention on the dive boat because of her great figure and skimpy bikini bathing suit.
I know that more than one guy developed a pronounced bulge in his suit as my wife sauntered around on the deck. It was almost frightening to see, but when I thought, “And she’s mine!” then fear was replaced by unadulterated pride—and I proceeded to get a little hard myself!
After snorkeling, my wife decided she wanted to do some shopping. It struck me that she was perfectly capable of doing that without my help, so I opted to return to our room to take a midday nap. The swimming and sun had left me pleasantly relaxed and groggy.
Back at our room, I slipped into a cotton waist towel and headed for bed. At the window, I looked out to take in the lovely patio, loaded with semi-tropical plants and flowers. As I gazed, I noticed that the room on the far side of the patio had its window open and curtains drawn apart, probably to let the breeze in, I thought. Suddenly I realized that I was able to see a riveting reflection in the dresser mirror. It was the figure of a naked woman!
Owing to the size and location of the Victorian mirror I was able to see the figure only from the waist down, but what a figure it was! Remembering the binoculars that we’ve always taken on our trips, I quickly fished them out of our suitcase. Carefully, I focused in the seven-power, fifty-objective glasses to the point where the figure was virtually in my room. I could make out the neatly-trimmed pussy so well that the individual hairs were visible. The woman, “Madame X,” had a deep suntan and it was apparent from the tan lines that she, like Cindy, wore a very sparse bikini when out in the sun. Her legs were slim and beautifully shaped. I wondered what her face looked like.
As I peered through my binoculars, I saw one hand appear and begin slowly stroking and massaging the area around the mystery woman’s cunt. I held my breath and began to feel a great erection developing.
I also propped the glasses on a solid surface, since my hands were trembling with excitement; I drew up a chair and rested them on the back of it.
By now, the woman had slid a finger under her clit and begun to tease it. I marveled at the skill and patience this person had in getting herself off. Her other hand appeared. It held what looked like a battery-operated vibrator. One of the fingers on this hand was adorned by an unusual and beautiful emerald-and-pearl ring shaped in an oriental fashion. Hand number one disappeared and then reappeared with a tube of lubricating jelly. I was tempted to jack off as I watched, but I wanted to save myself for Cindy’s return.
“Madame X” continued to play with herself. She used the vibrator and her fingers in a marvelous fashion, plucking, squeezing and spreading her cunt lips. Her juices were really flowing now and she apparently felt herself ready for the insertion of the vibrator. She slid it in slowly, twisting and turning it as she fucked herself. Her hips began to buck up and down and she was in the initial throes of an orgasm. The actual orgasm was volcanic and I was having a difficult time not coming myself. Hands off! was my mental reminder.
Eventually the mystery woman calmed down and disappeared from my view. I went to bed and fell into a deep and erotic sleep. I resisted the temptation to think about that figure in the mirror, since I wanted to restrain myself from exercising my armadillo.
About an hour later, I was awakened by Cindy’s return from shopping. She began showing me what she had bought and then noticed the giant hard-on I was sporting.
“Well, well, what’s that all about?” she asked.
I told her about what I had seen, in vivid detail. She smiled and told me to stay the way I was, since a hard cock is a terrible thing to waste. She went into the bathroom to freshen up and returned clad only in a large bath towel.
Without any directions, she assumed one of our favorite positions. She lay on her back across the bed with her head hanging over the side. I slipped out of my waist towel and moved to the side of the bed so that my cock could find its way into her mouth. I leaned over her hips and removed her towel. My mouth eagerly sought her cunt and I began sucking and fingering my wife in a delightful frenzy. I was very hard and large, thinking about Madame X as Cindy sucked my cock. She sensed my urgency and monitored my come by using the squeeze method.