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  We continued to fuck, and as our passion increased so did the motion of the bed. I began to pump harder and harder into her tightly clinging pussy while her husband slept on, oblivious to his wife’s infidelity. Next, throwing caution to the wind, I reached around in front of Sarah and placed my hands firmly on her slippery tits. This turned Sarah on even more, and she strained to turn her face toward me. I kissed her on the lips.

  By now I was ready to come. I figured this was just as well, considering the circumstances. It didn’t seem possible that Ethan could sleep much longer. So, I slipped one hand over her firm belly and down into the folds of her cunt, grasping it firmly. With my other hand still on her tit, I stroked hard five, six, seven times — my cock sinking deeper and deeper into her wet cunt as she moaned and parted her legs to give me more. By now, Sarah was practically on her belly and I was almost on top of her. Finally, in a flash of orgasmic energy, I came and collapsed on my back in the bed.

  I thought that would be the end of it, but I underestimated Sarah’s incredible sex drive. As I lay in a semi-fetal position, Sarah rolled over and slowly maneuvered her head close to my crotch while her ass pointed toward her husband. She grabbed my cock and began to massage it until I got hard again. Then she dipped her head and placed her swollen, sensual lips on my dick. I looked down in amazement, first at Sarah as her head bobbed up and down, then at her husband, who lay in apparent sleep. I wasn’t so apprehensive this time because the blow-job position was much better than the position we had used for fucking. Sarah’s movement caused very little rocking of the bed. This was good because it was taking me a lot longer to reach my second orgasm. Several times I was sure that Sarah was going to give up in fatigue. But not Sarah; she just couldn’t get enough. She kept sucking away until I couldn’t hold back any longer. As I felt my cum splash into her delicious, wet mouth, I quickly pulled my cock from her mouth and pressed it against her face so that the rest of my cum dribbled down her cheek, lips, and chin. I had let loose a heavy load, so before I was finished most of her face was covered with gooey white cum. As I lapsed into sleep, I couldn’t help thinking that she was the greatest piece of ass I’d ever had.

  The next morning, Ethan behaved as if nothing had happened and continued to be jovial — if somewhat strained. Had he really been asleep? I wondered about that for a few days, and the next time I saw Sarah I asked her. She went into one of her little numbers, pretending this time to be experiencing great fear at the thought of what had almost happened to her at her husband’s hands. He was very angry, she told me. She was lucky that he hadn’t killed her. She said she’d never do anything like that again.

  “What did he do?” I prodded. “Did he beat you up?”

  As it turned out, he didn’t do anything except ask her what had happened during the night. At first Sarah denied the whole thing. Then, when Ethan had told her he was awake the whole time, Sarah replied by telling him she had been momentarily overcome by passion. Although she knew it was wrong, she had been unable to help herself. Ethan answered that it had better not happen again — and that was that. Nothing more.

  So that’s my story, and there’s no doubt about it: Sarah is the world’s best screw, and Ethan, for my money, is the world’s biggest masochist.

  HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY

  “A twenty-one-year-old stud?”

  That’s what my lady said when I told her what my birthday gift to her was going to be this year. My lady is a very special, sexy, Danish woman of 59 years. She is built like a brick shithouse. My woman has a slim waist, big, firm tits, a cute round ass, long curvaceous legs, a deep set of baby blues and golden blond hair with odd streaks of gray. I’ve never had to look elsewhere for sexual fulfillment, Tovah is the ultimate orgasmic provider. Her cleanly shaved pussy has a clitoris that stands out like the tip of my thumb. Now you get the picture. I had to give her something special. We had been vacationing at Santa Cruz beach, enjoying one of the most gorgeous spots on the blue Pacific when I noticed a good-looking young man, who had obviously done something for Tovah. Her mouth was open wide when this beach boy lay his towel down not more than three feet from us. His skin was dark brown, his blond hair tied back in a pony-tail, a pair of Versace covered his eyes. He was wide at the shoulders and narrow at the waist. Tovah couldn’t conceal her immediate attraction to this young man, and at that instant, I knew he was the “gift.” I could visualize these two in bed. My buxom, beautiful wife taking on this young, well-hung stranger. We met later that night at a restaurant for dinner, dancing and drinks. Tovah and Dave hit it off very well. I propositioned Dave. If he was willing to service my wife, I was willing to pay him. On the way home in the Aston Martin, Tovah put her head in my lap and gave me a super blow job. Our guest realized that we weren’t pulling his leg. A deal is a deal, I told him when we dropped him off at his room.

  “See you in a half hour,” I said.

  Tovah wore a black, low-cut formal dress that evening; her tits stood out magnificently, her golden coin pendant hung between the generous cleavage. The skirt was split up the side to her shapely thigh: My lady was breathtaking. Her birthday gift was now at the door. With her hands roving over her breasts and anticipation etched on her face, Dave took her close: At the stroke of 11:00 p.m., their lips met. Sparks flew, my dick got very hard. I took my tie off and followed behind as the two lovers made their way to the bedroom. Tovah lay back on the king-size bed, awaiting Dave’s first move. He began to remove his clothes.

  The kid was hung like a porn star — a good ten inches. Tovah then sat up, licked her lips and smoothly removed all her clothing. My wife now wore nothing but her jewelry. Dave kneeled before her face, offering her his thick stalk. Licking the clear pre-cum from the tip of his tool, Tovah then began taking in more and more of Dave’s manhood.

  Dave was playing with Tovah’s heavy mams, licking and sucking the entire boob, then moving to the other. The young man nibbled her nipples and coated the generous underside with kisses and lashes of his tongue. The beach boy then moved down to her stomach, eventually reaching her legs. He spread Tovah’s legs, licking and sucking all the way up one side, then repeating with the other.

  My woman’s clit stood up, which Dave sucked aggressively. He seemed to summon all the life and energy Tovah had in her sex. She thrashed about wildly on the bed, all the while never letting go of the boy’s ears. Tovah was now yelling for Dave to mount her. Dave moved up my wife’s firm build, then he placed the purple head of his massive cock at Tovah’s soaked cunny. He shoved it in to the hilt all at once. The well-chiseled young man bore into Tovah’s twat at a furious pace. The sweat rolled off both their bodies as low groans emerged from Tovah’s throat. It was super. My wife wrapped her long legs around her birthday gift’s back. She then cupped both her hands under her breasts, offering them to Dave. What seemed like ten minutes passed before the young man finally shot his load, spewing his seed inside my wife, as well as on her flat stomach and heaving cones. But this was only the beginning. Tovah took some KY lube, put a healthy amount on her asshole, then gestured for Dave to move forward. She applied a liberal amount of jelly on his joint and moved her hips back toward the young man’s member. Dave closed his eyes as his dick disappeared in Tovah’s ass. Her white cheeks had never looked so inviting as when the beach boy bored between them. He seemed to be in ecstasy, and for a moment Dave only lay there, content with his beef buried in a hot, snug orifice.

  “Umm, please, let’s have it, love,” Tovah urged, which seemed to awake him from his momentary daze.

  For a few minutes Dave plowed her rear-end, his heavy balls slapping against my wife’s ass. She reached back to squeeze them, toying, then massaging his sac. Tovah was now screaming. She had Dave sit back, then she sat on his lap in order to regain total control. This allowed her birthday gift to hold his load even longer. Moments later, they both screamed in orgasmic unison and fell forward in a twisted heap of flesh and secretions. After he was gone, my lady and I sat back in our room’s hot tub,
basking in the afterglow of a lovemaking session. Tovah then looked at me and said, “What possibly could you give me next year?” I could only smile.

  DOUBLE SERVING

  My name is Samantha. I’m a twenty-six-year-old blonde with a pair of size 38B breasts. I live with my boyfriend Danny who keeps me happy, most of the time, with his 9 1/2” cock. I say most of the time because I had my first sexual experience away from Danny last week. It was fan-fucking-tastic. Currently I’m employed at my uncle Tommy‘s hamburger joint. Because of my shapely frame, the chefs are constantly flirting with me. Not a day goes by that Jeff and Emmett don’t ask for a blowjob or a chef-sandwich. So, one day when my uncle didn’t come to work, I decided to have some fun with them, but I was going to make those horny guys earn it. When the business slacked after about 2 p.m., I looked back at Emmett, who was scraping the grease off the grill.

  “Yo, Emmett,” I quipped, mocking the way he speaks.

  “You wanna have some fun?”

  Emmett said, “Absolutely.”

  I then told him that he was going to have his big chance, but that he’d have to work for it.

  “Get down on your knees and lick my pussy,” I commanded, while unbuttoning my khaki work trousers. With my hand on the back of Emmett‘s head, I motioned him between my legs.

  “Eat me, cook,” I ordered.

  Emmett‘s tongue did a frantic dance at the entrance to my muff, darting in and out of my quim. In order to get inside my slot, Emmett had to place me up on the counter top. We were getting so carried away that I forgot to close the awning, which allows customers to look into the kitchen.

  “Stop, Emmett. Let’s go into the storage room.” While I pulled down the awning, Jeff re-emerged from the men’s room. “Jeff,” I began, “I already explained to Emmett that he would have to satisfy me before I let you guys take me on.” Getting on all fours, I told Emmett to continue what he had started at my snatch. “Get under me Emmett and eat my pussy. You better make me come, or the deal’s off.” Taking my ass cheeks in both hands, then spreading them as wide as possible, I ordered the other chef to dine at my asshole. “This is for you, Jeff. Lick my ass right, and it’s yours, however you want it. But it better be good.”

  With the two of them double teaming my privates, it wasn’t long before my lower body was shaking in a violent, spastic orgasm. Emmett was using his tongue like a little dick, spearing in and out of my honeypot, taking in as much muff juice as he could. I ground my hips into him, which pulled my globes away from Jeff but he followed my fanny.

  Relentlessly, Jeff dabbed my wrinkled pinkeye. With his tongue the younger chef drew a line of saliva from my crack all the way to my asshole. My boyfriend had never kissed my crack or licked my anus; so this was quite an anal initiation. When Jeff’s tongue tired at my tuchas, he replaced it with his index finger, plunging it forward, swirling it around, then putting in another. With stars and bright lights flashing in my closed eyelids, I had an explosive orgasm.

  I then allowed Emmett out from under me and told them to take out their cocks. I let Jeff take off my black-lace bra as Emmett sat back on a cot with his handsome tool sticking straight up in the air. I then got up to tease the seated Emmett and draw Jeff to me with licks of my lips. Backtreading in a seductive, slow way, I moved toward Emmett‘s rod. Shaking my ass in his face, I lowered myself onto his pole with one fluid motion. Jeff then moved toward me, manhood in hand, presenting his prick to me so I could suck it. Then … .

  “What’s going on in there,” Simon asked, knocking on the door.

  “Nothing Simon,” I answered. “I dropped something on my foot. I’ll be fine.”

  We all quickly put our clothes back on, and one by one, made our way back to the kitchen. The experience was so thrilling, yet so short lived that the three of us decided to get together later. Now it’s hard to work with these guys, for I’m constantly thinking about how hot it was to be totally filled with hard dicks. But I’m sure we won’t have any trouble finding something to do again in the kitchen once business slows down.

  JAILHOUSE COCK

  I recently spent 21 months as an inmate at a medium-security institution, where you only see women on television or in the visiting room — a long corridor split down the middle by a waist-high divider. On each side are wooden stools and a narrow tabletop to rest your arms on. If your visitor is a woman, you’re allowed one brief hug and kiss at the start and finish of the visit. The most you can do is cop a quick feel of your old lady’s tits during the hug, and by doing that you’re taking a chance on going to the “hole” if the guard spots you.

  After twenty-one months of that bullshit my case was reviewed, and I was sent to a minimum-security institution, or “honor camp.” It was there that I had an experience that your readers might be interested in hearing about.

  This honor camp had no towers and no walls, and there were plenty of women — caseworkers, secretaries, even guards. Only a few of them were pretty, but to me they all looked great. Because I had gotten my high-school-equivalency certificate and had gone on to get twelve credit hours through a college program at the medium-security prison, I was assigned to the library as a clerk.

  On my first morning I showed up in the library at 8 o’clock. When I saw the librarian, I nearly creamed my jeans! She had shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes the color of robin’s eggs. I didn’t know what to say to her; all I could do was move my lips as if I were a goldfish. She asked me my name, how old I was, what I’d been charged with and how much time I had left to do.

  Soon, though, I got over the shock of her presence and continued the conversation. She told me her name (I’ll call her Brianna) and related that she was in her early thirties, had been married and divorced twice and had three kids.

  She told me to take a look around and get familiar with the placement of the books. After checking the place out, I returned to her desk and sat down. I complimented her on how neat and orderly everything was. I told her that I was a quick learner and would be in the swing of things before she knew it.

  Brianna started telling me about a lot of stuff, but I wasn’t paying any attention to it. As the morning hours passed, I was interested only in what she was sitting on and concentrating on a way to get into her pants. I studied her from head to toe. She had the face of a cheerleader and the legs of a tennis player. I had a hard time believing she was as old as she said she was.

  Her breasts were large, firm and unrestrained by a bra, and her nipples showed through the nylon material of her blouse. When she crossed her legs, her skirt rode high on her tanned thighs. Suddenly her voice changed, and I could tell she had just asked me a question. But I didn’t have any idea what it was.

  “Beg your pardon?” I asked.

  “How long did you say it’s been since you were on the street?” The smile was back on her face.

  “Twenty-four months total. I spent three months in jail before going to prison.”

  “That’s pretty obvious, the way you’ve been staring at me,” she said. As I blushed and tried to find the right words to apologize, she added, “Hey, it’s OK. I can imagine how you feel. I’d hate to go a week without sex, let alone two years!”

  The conversation’s turn to sex had aroused me, and despite my efforts to keep cool, my dick started getting hard. She noticed it and asked, “Tell me, what do you do to … I mean, how do you manage to relieve yourself sexually?”

  I wondered what she was trying to do to me. I started to tell her about the time I paid two packs of cigarettes for a job from some punk. He was a skinny guy with only about half his teeth, and he came in to my cell just before lock-up, bent over and sucked me off real quick. It was no nothing to write home about. But then smiling at the thought of her probable reaction, I decided against telling her that. Instead I explained that I’d take a pinup into the shower and jack off.

  She smiled and glanced at in my crotch. “That’s a real shame,” she said in a sympathetic voice. She looked up at the cl
ock and noticed it was nearly lunchtime. She explained that although she usually left the complex to eat lunch, she wasn’t going to do so that day because she wasn’t hungry. I told her I wasn’t too hungry either.

  The gleam in her eye said she approved of my answer. She got up and went around the tables, saying, “The library closes in five minutes, fellows.” One by one the inmates returned their books to the shelves and started leaving.

  After the last one had gone, Brianna went to the door and secured the bolt. I locked the other door to the supply room. When I returned to her, she was sitting in a chair with a sensuous grin on her face. Her blouse lay on the floor beside her. She raised her left leg in my direction and asked me to give her a hand.

  I knelt in front of her like a shoe salesman and gave her boots quick but gentle tugs. Kissing each foot, I looked up and watched her nipples pop out like buttons. She stood up and dropped her skirt. Her panties were black with red trimming. Then she peeled them off. When I stood up, Brianna unbuttoned my shirt. At the same time she kissed me, darting her tongue between my lips, meeting my tongue, flicking it lightly. After she finished with the buttons, she pulled the shirt back over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt. I slipped my shoes off and kicked them aside. Next she unzipped my fly and tugged my pants to my knees, causing my hard-on to press out against my shorts and make them look like a tent turned sideways. When Brianna whipped them down, my cock shot up like a jack-in-the-box and bobbed before her eyes.