We got on the elevator and had it all to ourselves. As soon as the door shut I was on my knees and under her skirt. I had nine floors to go and I slipped my tongue between those smooth, puffy lips that I wanted so badly. I heard a “bing.” Shit!
The elevator stopped and I got to my feet quickly and just in time for the door to open. Two very nice-looking women got on and we tried to look relaxed. I did a good job except for the pussy juice running down my chin. The ladies were with us until we got off at the ninth floor.
As we were getting out one said, “Now go finish the job properly.”
All I could do was laugh and say, “I sure will.”
We hurried down the hall and put the key in the door. As we stepped inside I said, “Just strip all your clothes off, quick.”
I did the same and I grabbed Shannon’s hand and pulled her into the shower. I pressed her up against the wall, kissing her deeply, and put my leg between her spread legs. Using just my kneecap I rubbed her pussy like my knee was a giant dick and made her come.
Exhausted, I threw myself flat on the bed. My ass was sticking up in the air like a baby. My hard cock was pressing against the sheets. My sizzling hot wife came to bed and straddled my legs and started giving me a great back rub. As she crept closer and closer to my always sensitive ass I was really enjoying her soft touch. I nearly shot off into the sheets when she said, “Sometimes I wish I had a cock so I could fuck you the way you fuck me.”
“I wish you had a cock, too,” I said. The idea of my wife with a big, hard cock was very exciting to me. But I knew it was impossible. First, I was not a homosexual. Second, what if I liked it? Would that make me queer—or just a bit odd?
Shannon provided the answer by moving down on my legs and massaging my ass-cheeks. Then I felt a warm squirt of lubricant dripping down between my ass-cheeks. Soon her fingers were massaging my asshole, making me feel all relaxed and peaceful.
“Cupcakes,” my wife said. “I am the man now, so you just spread your legs and relax those jailhouse pussy muscles!”
She received no argument from me. I felt a finger slide deep inside me, and before long that finger was joined by another. The feel of her sliding in and out of me was wonderful but suddenly the fingers disappeared. I heard her fumbling a bit. When I looked over my shoulder I could see from the corner of my eye that she was holding the Big Daddy black dildo like a Louisville Slugger.
“Do you like my big, black dick?” Shannon asked. “How would you like it if your wife shoved this big black dick up your white ass?”
As I said before, I was no homosexual, but I did want that dick up my ass! I nodded like crazy. She smiled and started to swab it up and down with lubricant. Then she held it like a battering ram and pressed the head against my butthole. She was shocked to see that the first six inches entered rather smoothly.
“Cupcakes, you haven’t done this before, have you?” she asked. Like I said, I am no pansy-tailed faggot, but sometimes when my wife is not home I like to stick my fingers up my ass and think about Brad Pitt. One time I got a carrot up there thinking about Mike Tyson.
“No,” I answered, “I’m just real relaxed.”
I was really enjoying her rhythm, when suddenly there was a slight pause. There was a weight shift on the bed. What I saw next as I turned was the sexiest thing I ever saw!
One end of that dildo was still sliding in and out of me but the other end was now buried deep inside my wife’s cunt. She was fucking both of us. I nearly lost my load but I managed to hold back because I wanted so much to fill her pussy with my hot lava. After five minutes more my wife whispered in my ear that she was ready to be the woman again.
Always happy to please, I reached back and pulled the dildo out of my ass nice and slow. I rolled over and pulled her end of the dildo out of her pussy. It was ready for me, wide and wet and hot! I positioned myself and slid my rock-hard cock in as far as I could. If you have never pierced a freshly shaven pussy before, you are missing a real treat! The feel of your balls slapping against those warm, wet, hairless cunt lips is incredible. I managed to hold on until Shannon had one more orgasm and I let it go. Hot come spurted from my cock for a long, satisfying time.
My wife wants to come back to the island next year. Jamaica?
No problem!—
D.H., Lenexa, Kansas
IF YOU ARE YOUNG AT HEART AND TAKE YOUR VITAMIN E SEX BEGINS AT SIXTY
I had thought I was reasonably experienced sexually until I started dating Gertrude. We are both divorced with grown children. We are in our late sixties, retired, in better than average shape, and crazy about each other. After our first night together, very rushed, on the couch in her living room after a party—she warned me that after five years of celibacy, she was ready to give me all the fucking I could stand!
For the first few days at my house, we were all over each other, fucking, sucking and ass-fucking hour after hour. Gertrude was the first woman I ever had that was enthusiastic about butt-fucking. I could get her shivering with excitement just by talking about bending her over, working my spit against her asshole, and working my cock in. By the time we left for a vacation in Miami Beach, we were really loose with each other, grabbing pussy or cock or tit whenever we felt like it.
In the car, I had her kneel down in the front seat, pull my wrinkled, stiff dick out, and suck it. She was extremely enthusiastic. Since she had double-knit slacks on, I couldn’t get to her cunt. I settled for playing with her erect nipples. They stick out really hard from her somewhat firm tits when she’s hot.
We were just getting to the boat dock to go sailing when she started coming all over the place. Her eyes rolled back and she started making some very nasty grunting sounds as I told her what a nasty cock-sucking slut she was. When I told her to make more noise while I rubbed her cunt, she went really crazy. On the sailboat, we cooled it, except when I pulled my dick out of my swim trunks and she sucked it! Don’t know where she learned such excellent breath control, but it seems like she never needs to breathe.
Things got much hotter on the way to lunch later; when we pulled out of the lot, she lit a reefer, and we got wasted. Soon she was back on the floor with my extremely hard six inches deep in her throat. Gertrude makes the loudest slurping and sucking sounds when she swallows cock. Since she had a short bathing suit skirt on, I immediately yanked the bottom portion over her butt so I could play with her asshole and cunt.
Her cunt was extremely wet. I started fucking her with two fingers while she went crazy on my cock, almost standing on her head to get my balls in her mouth. I started telling her that her willingness to take it in the ass was a dream come true. Ever since I was in the Korean War I had always wanted an ass-fucking woman to please me.
This is the kind of language that makes this Bible Belt babe go insane! But now, we were in heavy traffic at a red light. As a truck pulled up next to us, I said I hoped the driver was watching (he was!) and slid a finger up her ass. The very thought of the driver watching her suck me as I worked a finger up her pussy got us close to climax. As we turned left into the restaurant lot I started moving my fingers back and forth, rubbing them together and pressing on her very obvious G-spot. I told her if she didn’t come really hard before I parked, we would park in front of the door and I would jerk her off with people being able to see her as they went in or out. She pulled my dick from her mouth and started screaming and humping up and down. It was great!
She was exhausted during lunch, barely eating. She kept talking about never having been so hot or wild. When I went to the restroom, my cock was drooling pre-come. I saved some on my finger and rubbed it under her nose when I returned. She got off on the smell and said it was time to go fuck in the hotel.
On the way to the hotel, we played around again. Instead of walking to our room, I pointed out a sign that said “gazebo.” When I started in that direction, she got a really slutty smile on her face and said nothing. Even though the sun had just gone down, there was no one there. I sat her down, unzipped my shorts, and started fucking her mouth. She acted like there was no thought in her but to be used, as she said later, as my come receptacle. Since I hadn’t spurted all afternoon I was soon jamming her mouth hard. I exposed her tits so I could rub my come all over her nipples. When I was ready to shoot my load she leaned back, opened her mouth, held her tits up and told me to spray wherever I wanted. I soaked her cute nipples. She licked me clean and I returned the favor, sucking her tits until she came quietly.
This wasn’t the end; back in the room, we started fucking again immediately. I still hadn’t been in her cunt or ass since the morning. As we screwed, we talked about how we liked to fuck in public—Gertrude enjoys being told what a bad girl she is for running the risk of being caught with a cock in her mouth by strangers. Suddenly, I pulled my cock out, pulled her up off the bed, and headed to the balcony. Without any words or hesitation, I turned her around, bent her over until her hands were on the ground, and in one smooth motion fucked her pretty ass with all I had. The noises she made were incredible—with all our previous practice and effort, I don’t think I’d ever gotten so deep into her ass. It felt great to be screwing her butt while looking down at the people entering and leaving the hotel. She pulled off my dick and moaned, “Fuck me in the bathroom, on the marble floor!” Fine with me. In no time I was on top of her, shoving my cock in her mouth while my hand fucked her ass and cunt.
Gertrude was coming every few minutes, harder and harder. Finally, in a frantic voice she begged me to really stretch her ass. I bent her over the tub, put one finger from each hand in her ass, and stretched it in every direction. I told her to make a lot of noise—so that everyone would hear that she was a proud assfucking babe. She came so loudly and hard I had to help her to the bed.
This was not the end of the fun for that trip. We learned more about each other. We realized our fantasies overlapped quite a bit. Maybe I’ll write about the weekend that she made love to an old man at a nearby nursing home. Thanks to Gertrude, he’s now known as the Man of Steel!—
J.P., Parma, Ohio
HOW TRUE IT IS: “SEX DOESN’T END WHEN A WOMAN TURNS FIFTY”
I am a fifty-six-year-old woman, widowed five years ago. I married at twenty—a virgin—and enjoyed a wonderful sex life all my married years. I have been healthy all my life, and only weigh eight pounds more than I did the day I was married. I swim every day and eat healthy food.
A few weeks ago the house next to mine caught fire. The remains had to be torn down and a new house built. The work crew asked if they could store drinking water in my refrigerator, the weather being very warm. This I readily agreed to.
I spend a lot of time in my flower garden and yard, dressed in shorts and a halter top. Several days after work started on the new house, I was sitting at my desk in the den, and through the open window I could hear a conversation between several of the workers who were having a coffee break. They were talking about me and my lovely figure. One commented on my beautiful legs, saying, “I’d like to kiss them from her toes to her beaver. Then I want to get my tongue in that beaver and suck on her clit.”
His remarks stayed in my head for days. I soon figured out which one had spoken those words. He was an attractive man, husky, and always seemed happy. I watched him every day, and one night as I slept I dreamed of him kissing my legs, which ended in a climax for me. I awoke to a surprisingly wet vagina, the first one I ever remember having from a dream. I touched myself, enjoying the feeling of rubbing my own soft flesh. I was really getting into what I was doing, and soon went over the top in a shattering orgasm.
I could not get this man out of my mind, so I spent a lot of time in the yard and garden, hoping I would be seen and that I would see him. The day came when he came into the garden and asked if he could put a container of water in my fridge. Of course I said yes, and invited him in with me. My heart was beating fast. I wanted him.
I asked him if he would help me move a desk in the rec room, as I wanted to clean behind it. He readily agreed. We moved the desk, but in the process I bumped my thigh. He was sorry I was hurt, and put his hand on my thigh. His touch drove me wild. I pulled his head toward me. Instead of kissing my lips, he dropped to his knees and was kissing my legs and holding my bum.
Lust drove me to pull this man’s head into my crotch. He picked me up and laid me flat on my back on the floor, pulling my shorts down, along with my panties.
He spread my legs and began licking my vagina. I was wild with desire from his licking me when he stood up, undid his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down. An overwhelming wave of lust washed over me, and I craved the cock he exposed to me. He lowered himself gently on top of me, and I felt his glorious cock enter me. I couldn’t stop squirming as I felt the release of all my pent-up desire.
I exploded. When I came back to reality that cock was still in me, and I still wanted to feel it probing me. I was aware that all the time I’d been recovering from my orgasm he had been thrusting in and out of my vagina, and I loved every minute of it. His movements became faster. Suddenly he broke out in a small sweat, pushed all the way into me, and I felt the spurt of his sperm, which sent me all the way.
When reality returned the second time he was standing over me, looking down at me tenderly. He kissed me, and told me I was wonderful. He shyly asked if we would be able to do it all again later. I told him it was a good idea.
He withdrew his cock, then bent down and played with my clit. Straightening up, he said he would be back later in the afternoon.
The men left the new house at five o’clock, and I was disappointed when I didn’t see my man. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on my back door. There stood my heart’s desire. In no time, I was naked on my bed and being fucked. Two months later I’m getting laid regularly and feeling like a bride. All my friends comment on how well I look. Sex doesn’t end when a woman passes fifty.—
R.S., Selma, Alabama