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  “Keep talking dirty to me,” she said. “It makes me so hot!”

  As she took my cockhead in her mouth, I said, “That’s it, Peggy, lick my cock. Make it all wet, to slide in your wet pussy. Suck it, Peggy! This cock is going to own your pussy.”

  She grabbed my cock with both hands and started to lick and suck it. She bathed the head and licked up and down the sides. As she did this, I kneaded her breasts inside her sports bra. She looked so sexy naked except for that top. She sucked half my cock in her mouth and tried to get more in.

  I continued talking dirty: “Suck my big dick! Lick my balls!”

  She pulled me down on the bed and sucked harder. I pulled her hair back and watched this beautiful woman try to devour my cock. Finally I pulled her off and got on top of her to fuck her. I slid my cock slowly up and down her slit, teasing her. She was wet everywhere, and kept squirming.

  She looked at me and said, “Please fuck me.”

  “Fuck what?” I said.

  “Please fuck me. I’m so hot.”

  Again I teased her. “Fuck what?”

  “Please fuck my pussy,” she pleaded. Obligingly, I slid the head of my cock into her pussy, then pulled it out, then repeated this several times, each time sliding a little more of my shaft in.

  “Do you want more?” I said.

  “Please put it all in,” she said. “Fuck me! Keep fucking me!”

  I finally had all seven-plus inches in her pussy. As I shoved it all the way in and then back out, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It was so hot! I fucked her slowly at first. We got into a rhythm, as our bodies were joined through my cock and her cunt.

  “Who owns this pussy now?” I asked.

  “It’s your pussy,” she cried out. “Fuck your pussy! Pull it all the way out, then shove it back in.”

  I did, steadily picking up force. We were both pouring sweat. I kept pulling out and ramming back in, and she cried, “Yes, yes!” She pushed her hands against the headboard, trying to fuck me back. As she came, a look of ecstasy came over her face.

  I felt my come welling up in my balls. She looked at me and said, “Fill my pussy.” That was all I needed. I started coming, and kept shooting inside her.

  When I finished, I pulled out and spooned her from behind. As I caught my breath, I slid my fingers down over her ass and into her come-filled pussy. Her body responded. I pulled her on her back and mounted her so I was bent over her chest near her face. She sat up and took off her sports bra. Her breasts tumbled out. Like everything else about her, they were perfect, full and beautifully shaped. She moaned as I rubbed them and squeezed the nipples.

  Somehow I just knew Peggy liked heavy-duty nipple play, and began to really work her nipples between my fingers. She moaned and twitched. My cock was getting hard again, and I eased the head in her mouth. I had her pull her head back, and began feeding her my dick.

  “That’s it,” I said. “I’m going to put my whole cock in your mouth.” She kept taking more. She put one hand on my ass and pulled me farther into her mouth. I kept working her breasts, and she kept taking in more of my cock.

  I began to fuck her face. I would take two or three inches out, then push it back in. I started to finger-fuck her pussy while I fucked her face. I was wild with lust. Watching her trying to take all of me was unbelievable! As she did, I felt her pussy twitching.

  I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and breathing quickly, she said, “Fuck me! Fuck me with that big dick! Now!”

  I put her on her back and draped her legs over my shoulders. As I placed my cock up against her pussy lips, I asked, “What does Peggy want?”

  She looked into my eyes and whispered, “Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!” I rammed my cock in her and lifted her ass off the bed. She tossed her head from side to side as I pounded away, driving all the way in, then pulling out, then driving back in again. She moaned, and her huge breasts shook. As before, she cried out, “Yes, yes!” as she came. I kept fucking her, but the sight of her underneath me, her beautiful body and face being consumed by me, was too much. I pulled my cock out and crouched above her as my come shot out. When I finished, I collapsed on top of her, totally spent.

  We didn’t move for a few minutes. I looked at the clock and realized we had been in the room for two hours. Finally she got up, saying, “I’ve got to get ready for dinner.” She looked at me with that beautiful smile but said nothing as she slipped her jogging clothes on. I was dazed by what had just happened.

  A wicked smile flashed across her face as she opened the door to leave my room. She paused a moment at the door and said, “And after dinner, I’m coming back to fuck you, again and again.”

  This was the start of the most amazing sex-filled affair. We fucked everywhere—trains, taxis, airplanes, parks, her house, mine, the office, you name it.

  —Name and address withheld

  He Tries His Best to Fight Fire With Fire, but Can’t Quite Put Hers Out

  It’s a spring day, and we’re out taking a ride in the country on the four-wheeler when we come upon an abandoned fire station. We both feel a little frisky, so we stop and get off the four-wheeler. You hold me for a moment, and we kiss. I really like the way you kiss me. You give it your all, putting out a lot of feeling.

  We walk toward the station to take a look around. Nothing could make me happier than if the door should happen to be unlocked. With excitement I try to turn the handle. Lucky us, it’s unlocked! We look at each other. We’re both smiling. Being the gentleman you are, you go in first to make sure it’s safe for me. You motion for me to come in. When I reach you, you grab me and hold me against you. We cling to each other for a few wonderful moments, each enjoying the aroma the other puts out. Then you take me by the hand, and we advance farther into the station.

  We notice that there’s an old fire truck. You take me over to it and explain some of the differences between the old fire trucks and the newer ones. We get to the area where the fire hoses are kept—of course I’m thinking of your hose!—and you explain that even those have been improved. I look at you, and the way your eyes light up as you speak from your heart about the fire station and the trucks just drives me crazy. I run my hands over your buttocks.

  My heart is on fire, but in a good way! I manage to unlock my hands from your cute butt and work them around to the front. With one hand I carefully undo your belt and jeans. I have to do it one-handed, because my other hand is pressed tightly over the crotch of your jeans, fondling your balls and dick. All this while we have been kissing passionately. Now I stop. I pull your jeans down, then look up at you. You know what’s on my mind.

  “I need to examine your hose,” I say, and grab your swollen cock. I begin licking your balls, but after a while you have other ideas, pressing your dick between my lips. I do not resist. I swallow your shaft. It’s a perfect fit, I might add. Then I suck it vigorously. My cunt is getting very wet—something your cock always seems to do to me!—and I want you to penetrate me so badly. But I need to taste your come first!

  You beg me to stop, saying you don’t want to come so soon. I wish I could honor your request, but I need you too badly. I suck even harder and faster, until you can’t stand it anymore and fill my mouth with your luscious come.

  “Good to the last drop,” I say when I’ve drunk it all, and we kiss.

  You tell me I’ve been a bad girl, making you come so soon. You’re not done coming yet, you say, and motion for me to get into the fire truck. Still horny, I can’t jump into the cab fast enough. You undress me, stopping to lick my breasts and then move on down to my cunt. You beg me to masturbate. Since I’ve been such a bad girl, now I do as I’m asked! You watch intently for the minutes it takes before I scream, coming so hard, my whole body is shaking. Wow!

  By this time you’re hard again, and within moments you’re fucking me powerfully. At first you’re on top, and then I’m on top, and then you get behind me. Your balls hit my cunt with all the force you’re fucking me with. I like
the feel of your balls slapping my wet cunt. I know from that that you’re giving me 100 percent! Then you stop. You take your cock out of my cunt, and with no added lubricant you begin to jack off. I like watching you. After a few fast strokes of your hand, you come all over my stomach and breasts. We both sit back and just hold each other while we catch our breath.

  Then for some unexplained reason the antique fire alarm goes off! We both jump. You look over at me and say, “Damn, I thought I just put your fire out.” Then I notice a wink and a smile, and I smile back. You can rescue me any time!

  —G.R., Binghamton, New York

  When She Became a Blonde, She Changed Her Attitude to Match

  Some women change their hair color as casually as they change their shoes. On Friday, Mindy was a pretty girl with brown hair, and on Monday, she was a gorgeous blonde. Nothing else had changed about her. It was just that you noticed it more—her perky tits and her lithe hips and her fine ass. Sure, I’d fantasized about fucking her before, but now it was like a new person had started working in our office.

  “Who’s the blonde?” I said teasingly as I passed her desk. “And what have you done with Mindy?”

  She smiled at me. “You like it?”

  “Are you kidding?” I said. “I love it.”

  “Well, thanks. My boyfriend doesn’t.”

  “Then he’s a jerk,” I said.

  “I think so, too,” she said. “You want to have lunch?”

  The question really caught me by surprise. Mindy had never shown any particular interest in me before. The surprise must have shown on my face.

  “I’m changing my attitude to match my new hair color,” Mindy explained. “From now on, if I want something, I’m going to go for it.”

  “Good attitude,” I said, trying not to gulp. I felt my cock stirring. “Where do you want to eat?”

  Mindy looked me right in the eye. “The nearest empty office,” she said.

  Thanks to recent cutbacks, there was no shortage of empty offices. We chose a relatively isolated one, and Mindy locked the door behind us. “I’m not blonde all over, though,” she said. “Want to see?”

  “What do you think?” I said.

  She lifted her skirt up to her waist. “Pull my panties down,” she said.

  I knelt and did just that, exposing the brown hair on her pussy. Stepping out of the panties, she spread her legs, leaning back against the office desk. “There’s your lunch,” she said, grinning.

  It was the best lunch I’ve ever had, and Mindy certainly seemed to enjoy it, too. After she came, she sank down to the floor. It turned out that what we had had so far was merely an appetizer.

  Her hands reached for my zipper. “My turn,” she announced, panting.

  I watched that blonde head bobbing up and down as she devoured me. It wasn’t long before I was shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop.

  “Delicious lunch,” she said, licking her lips. “You through?”

  “No way,” I said. “That’s just the first course. Take the rest of your clothes off.”

  I hoped that seeing Mindy’s naked body would make me hard again, and it worked! I stripped naked myself, and we got on the desk and began playing with each other. I sucked her breasts till her nipples were hard as bullets, while my hands roamed her twisting body, stroking her flanks and her buttocks and her soft inner thighs.

  And then I was on top of her, and her legs were splayed, and she was guiding me inside her. She moaned and pushed up at me, and we began to fuck, slowly at first, then faster. I kissed her and felt her gasping against my mouth as our tongues tangled. Then her body stiffened and spasmed just as my semen shot into her, and we fell away from each other, panting.

  When she was able to speak, Mindy looked at me coyly and said, “How do you think I would look as a redhead?”

  —G.D., Altoona, Pennsylvania

  With a Few Drinks in Her, His Wife Lets It All Hang Out—in the Front Yard

  My wife is a fairly normal person when it comes to sex. She likes to watch porn and has a few toys, but the kinky part of her is pretty much limited to that—except when she has a few drinks. Darlene still looks as sexy at thirty-one as she did when we got married eleven years ago. She has dark hair and eyes, olive skin, voluptuous breasts, and legs to die for. One very hot day two summers ago, she decided to sit out in our yard and catch some rays. We lived in a town house then, with only a postage-stamp-sized yard in front.

  We had set up the kids’ pool there, and I watched and splashed around with them as Darlene lounged in a chair. Another of my duties that day was to keep her hydrated with piña coladas. We were out there from noon until four with the sun beating down, the kids playing, and my wife downing the drinks that I kept coming. I snuck frequent glances at her rapidly browning body, incredibly sexy in a bikini consisting of a yellow top and a black bottom, which contrasted beautifully with her skin.

  Finally the kids had had enough. I hauled them into the house, dried them off, and put them down for a nap. I returned to the yard with a beer in hand, noticing with lust how Darlene was lying on her stomach, her top undone, showing her beautiful figure from the rear.

  I asked her how she was doing, and she asked me to spray her with water to cool her off a bit. I got out the misting gadget she used to spray the plants and did as she asked, covering her back and legs with the cooling moisture. The water beaded on her skin, and I couldn’t help myself. I began to rub it into the backs of her legs.

  I started at her feet and worked slowly up over her muscled calves to her thighs. She never moved. Emboldened by her evident acceptance, I proceeded to run my fingertips over her inner thighs, and then over the black fabric covering her slit. A soft, sultry moan escaped in the dead air of the afternoon, and her hips lifted off the chair, offering my hand greater access.

  I began to rub Darlene’s pussy, touching her clit as I worked my fingers along her labia. Her hips squirmed, and I figured now was my chance. I slid one finger, and then a second beneath the material at her crotch. The lips of her pussy were swollen and damp—whether from the heat or from my playing with her, I wasn’t sure. I slid my fingers along them and wriggled one in her opening.

  Darlene turned her head then. “Take them off,” she whispered to me.

  I looked around and saw that there was no one on the street or anywhere in sight. The kids were safely asleep inside. I took hold of the bikini bottom and slid it down her glistening legs.

  The alcohol must have really taken effect, because no sooner had I slipped off the tiny bikini bottom than Darlene rolled over onto her back. Her loosened top slid off to the side, and she spread her legs, dangling her feet over the edges of the chair. Her entire body was on display right there in our front yard!

  I saw through her sunglasses that her eyes were closed. The pinkness of her nipples clashed with the whiteness of her breasts. Her neatly trimmed pussy shone with moisture. I changed positions, so I was now sitting near her head. I leaned over and began toying with her nipples. They hardened immediately, as did my cock.

  I looked around again. No one was in sight, but I knew that at any minute a car or a neighbor could appear. Undaunted, I continued to tweak and tug at her large nips. She reached her hands up over her head and started to toy with my cock through my shorts. I kept one hand on her breasts and leaned forward, stretching to touch her mound with the other hand.

  Darlene moaned lustily, and her legs spread even farther apart, as if with a mind of their own. I rubbed her clit in a circular motion. I moved my other hand down from her breasts and stroked her swollen lips, spreading them, revealing the pinkness of her pussy—in our yard, in plain view. I couldn’t believe what my normally staid wife did next. As I leaned over, working her pussy with both hands, she slid my hard dick out from the leg of my shorts. Her tongue touched the head. Then her mouth engulfed it. I caught my breath as she began to suck me right there.

  My fingers spread her lips wider. She twitched, and I took this as a
n invitation. I first slid one finger, and then another, into her warm tunnel. As I moved my fingers in and out of her, my hips moved to the same rhythm, the rhythm of my cock fucking her face.

  One of Darlene’s hands reached up and started to play with her nipple, while the other rubbed her clit. Since she almost never touched herself when we engaged in foreplay, I knew she was over the edge. I moved my free hand slowly to her ass and touched a finger to her anus. Instead of clenching her cheeks together, as she normally would have, she groaned around my cock as I slid that finger into her tightness.

  All three of my wife’s orifices were now filled with parts of me. Her lower body was grinding now, responding to the constant working of my fingers. Her hips bucked and her skin became coated with sweat as her arousal intensified. The beginnings of orgasm soon wracked her body, causing her to gulp hard around my dick, and then her mouth released me as she gasped out her climax.

  I slid my fingers out of Darlene’s twitching cunt and asshole as her orgasm subsided. I then reached down and started to stroke myself, knowing my own peak was near. She lay there, still breathing hard. A wave of heat hit me, and my cock jerked in my hand, spurting its fluid all over my wife’s chest and stomach. Without missing a beat, she lifted her hands languidly and rubbed my come into the flesh of her body.

  I looked around again, amazed that no one had seen us. I put my cock away quickly and handed Darlene her bikini top, but she dressed unhurriedly, sipping her drink as if she still didn’t care who saw her. No wonder I love her!

  —J.L., Providence, Rhode Island

  It Was Lust at First Sight, but She Didn’t See Much When They Finally Did It

  I first met Chuck when this tall, dark, and handsome man walked into my office. He was a local contractor, and boy, was he hot! Not to mention the bulge he had in his pants. He was well built and had incredible eyes that could make you melt.