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Escapades

By: justachicky



It is amazing to me how liberated I've become. Who knew sex would be this much fun? I'm not saying that sex with my husband isn't truly amazing, because it is, he makes me weak in the knees just by looking at me. But, it is the illicit feelings that an affair brings that really excite me. 

The first time I fucked a man that wasn't my husband, I felt horrible. I cried, even though I had wanted it desperately. I'd knowingly let him into my hotel room with the intent of fucking him senseless. And, I had, but I cried because I felt so guilty for cheating on my husband. I found that faded with time.

The second man I dallied with was an all too brief but amazing time. He taught me a lot about myself, and opened me up to new worlds sexually. He made me realize how much of a sexual creature I am. He took me on wild rides, and I don't regret that time at all. How could I? It made me ripe for the picking by my newest fuck friend.

Here lately, I'd become pretty satisfied with fucking my husband on a regular basis and pleasuring myself every chance I got. I even got pretty good at fingering myself to orgasm sitting in my office chair, and so far, no one has noticed. 

But, then, I ran into him. I think I'd known him forever, as long as I can remember, and he's always been a "Mister" to me, thanks to my proper southern upbringing. He and his wife have been friends of my family for most of my life. When I happened to run into him while out one night with a coworker, I thought he looked amazing. Salt and pepper hair, still very strong physique, taller than me by a good foot, and the broadest shoulders I'd ever seen. We talked, and when he leaned in to talk to me over the noise of the band, I took the opportunity, and the chance, and rubbed up against him as much as I could. He laughed softly into my ear, and leaned in closer and nibbled gently on my lobe. It was truly all I could do to not rip at his clothes then and there. Several more times through the night, he'd take advantage of the band playing to lean in and gently lick my neck under the guise of talking to me. He'd kiss and nibble all along my sensitive neck. 

He asked me to walk with him to go get a drink, and, as we walked through the swarming crowd, he pulled me up against him, pushing his rock hard dick into my back. I couldn't' seem to help myself, I turned around and pressed my belly up against him, and let my fingers creep down to wrap around him, as much as his jeans would let me. 

After we had each gotten our drinks, we drifted to a secluded corner, and he leaned in to talk to me again. "What would your parents think of you acting like this?" I laughed, and said, "Are you really thinking about my parents right now?" He admitted that no, they were the last thing on his mind. 

Older men have a frankness, a no bull shit style that always turns me on. They have learned that life is too short to beat around the bush and play stupid games. I love that directness. He moved even closer, pushing me up against the wall of the building, and said, "Do I make you hot? Are you wet, just thinking about me? Do you want me to fuck you?" I groaned what was supposed to be a "YES!" but came out more just a guttural acquiescence. He knew I was his for the taking.

Unfortunately, I'd come with a coworker who did not need to be in on our growing little secret, so we spent the night touching as innocently as we could make it appear, and enjoying the noise around us that afforded us the opportunity to whisper in each other's ears. 

Under the guise of keeping in touch with him, I grabbed a card from my purse, jotted my cell number on it, and couldn't resist adding "For a good time call." He laughed, and said that he would definitely be calling. 

Knowing that we are both working adults, it became amazingly easy to sneak off in the middle of the day and spend time together. The first time I met him, we just went to lunch. He wanted to talk. To make sure I knew what I was getting into, to make sure I was sure I wanted to do this. I laughed, and shocked him by telling him about my two other lovers. "Wow, you sure have grown up, haven't you?" he mused.

What can I say, I love men, the differences in them, the build of their bodies, the hardness that so compliments my soft curves. I enjoy being appreciated, having a man take a second, then a third look at me. I'm no supermodel, but I'm confident enough in myself that I know I'm sexy. 

We chatted through that lunch, and agreed that the next time we met, we'd be feasting on something totally different, each other. I think he got a kick out of my brash nature. That I told him I couldn't wait to fuck him. That I was soaking wet, just from sitting across the table from him. I took advantage of the long table cloth, and slipping my foot out of my high heeled sandal, I ran my naked foot up to his crotch, and found that I was having a positive affect on him as well. I rubbed him discreetly with my foot, and he reached down and grabbed my foot with his hands, and started massaging my foot. I have the world's most sensitive feet, I've cum before just from having my feet touched, loved, licked, massaged. I told him that – so he set out to see if it was true. He massaged my feet with firm, sure strokes. Occasionally letting my foot drop down to rub up against his dick. Within five minutes, I was biting my lip, had dropped my head back to the back of the seat, and was coming right there in the restaurant. I bucked my hips a couple times, and tried to pull my foot out of his lap, but he held on tight 'till I was breathing normally again. Not thirty seconds later, our waitress came over and asked if she could refill my glass. I'm not sure I answered coherently, my mind was still reeling. 

A week later, we both had time in our schedules to get together again. My husband was out of town on business, something NOT new to us, it seems he's gone more often than he's home. I had arranged for my mom to pick up by daughters and keep them at her house so that I could go out with a friend after work. At around 2, he called and told me where to meet him. By 2:30, I was knocking on the hotel room door. 

He shocked me, he opened the door and as he closed it, I realized he was already completely naked. "Wasting no time, huh?" I asked. "Not a second, now strip for me, nice and slow." This is where I was glad I'd invested in those "Strip Aerobics" videos. I slowly removed my clothes piece by piece 'till I was in nothing but my thong and my heels. 

"How the hell are you a mother of two?" He sighed. I dropped my thong to the floor, and he saw the still very visible scar from my most recent c-section just 3 months ago, and he dropped to his knees and kissed the scar from side to side, running his tongue slowly from one side of my abdomen to the other. My legs buckled. He picked me up, and rather than carry me to the bed, he pushed me up against the wall, and impaled himself in my pussy, not stopping until he was completely encased inside me. He hooked on leg over his arm, stretching me open further, and holding me in place as my other foot dangled helplessly, nearly a foot off the ground. He slammed into me, pinning me to the wall. The position had him scraping his dick along my clit every time he pushed into me. I wrapped my hands in his hair and held on for dear life. Moments later, I was coming apart. I thrashed and bucked my hips and screamed like an animal. I dug my nails into his scalp, into his shoulders, down his back, anywhere I could reach. 

He turned around with me so fast, the room was spinning. He threw me to the bed and I bounced once before he was on top of me again. He grabbed my feet and planted them squarely on his chest and shoved his cock back inside me. He held my hips to keep me where he wanted me, and leaned over, pushing my knees up to my chest. He reached around my legs and cupped my breast in his hand, he was twisting and squeezing my nipple. I would have moved in ecstacy if I could have, but he had me very securely pinned to the bed. The only movement I could make was to raise my ass up to meet his demanding strokes. He let go of my hip, confident I wouldn't go anywhere, and reached between us to pinch my clit. Instantaneously, I was cumming so hard I bucked my hips and had he been a smaller man I would have pushed him off the bed. He laughed at me, and before the spasms had stopped, he flipped me over onto my stomach, and lifted my ass up to him, and impaled me again from behind. I could do little at that point except lean on the pillow and enjoy. He slapped my ass with one hand, and immediately rubbed the spot in a gentle caress. I cried out, and he did it again. I came again so quickly, I'm not sure my body had completely recovered from the last one.

He flipped me again onto my back, and pulled me 'till I was sitting up, and before I had a chance to think, he shoved his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged, but he only pushed farther into my throat. I soon figured out how to keep from gagging, and was for the first time in my life really deep throating a cock. It was amazing. It felt the same as having a dick buried deep in my pussy, I tried to create a warm, moist cave with my mouth while he jack-hammered into me. He grabbed me by the hair, and it occurred to me that I was glad I had figured out how to suppress the gag reflex or I'd be in big trouble right now. He pushed me back to the bed, grabbed his cock in his hands, and sprayed me with cum. My face and tits were soon covered by it, thick sticky cum. 

My first thought was, "Whew, now I can rest for a minute." I should have learned better from my previous experiences. He brought me back up and stuck his still hard cock in my mouth again and told me to suck him into the back of my throat again. I complied. Within minutes he was back to his full length and virility. 

He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and threw both my legs over his shoulders. He impaled himself again into my dripping pussy. I don't recall ever being quite so wet. He thrust so hard I was bouncing and sliding across the slick sheets. He took one hand and began assaulting my clit. Rubbing, squeezing, twisting, until I screamed. I felt like I'd blacked out from the intense orgasm. I was quickly returned to reality however when he turned me over, lifted my ass up and stuck his massive cock into my ass. I never saw it coming and had no chance to react, other than to moan in pleasure as he continued his assault on my body. His hand was still busy on my clit, and I was discovering pleasure I'd never really known as he fucked my ass. It wasn't really anything new to me, but the instant and continuous pleasure was. When he felt my muscles start to spasm again, he pushed one last time into my bowels and spilled his seed deep inside of me. 

He threw me to the bed, exhausted, spent, used, satisfied, sated. He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He threw me a wet wash cloth and told me to get cleaned up. Before I could so much as roll over and sit up, he was getting dressed. He said he'd love to spend another couple hours with me, but his youngest daughter had a play that night he had to get to. He walked over, and for the first time since I'd walked into the hotel room, he leaned over and gently kissed me, then he bit my lip and told me he'd see me again real soon. He strode out the door with all the confidence in the world. 

I stumbled into the bathroom and tried to clean myself up, realized how sweaty I was, how covered in cum I was, both mine and his, and jumped into the shower to try to wash it off of me. I got dressed and walked out to my truck. He'd stuck one of his business cards into my window, on the back he had scribbled, "Nice fuck sweetheart." I laughed and climbed into my truck and headed for my house. As excited as I am to see him again, I think we'd better wait a week, I don't know that I can keep up with him if it was any sooner than that.

Don't worry, I'll let you know how our next meeting goes. ;)

Escapades: "Judy"



I was a waiter, in a restaurant when I met Judy. I was 21 years old and cocky. I was full of testosterone, more so than was good for my sensibility. I was foot loose and herpes free supporting eight inches in length and loved to be told my cock was big. I was a show off with my trophy girlfriends and really did not deserve any of them. I did not know what I had, but it really did not make a difference, I was 21 and not getting married any time soon. 

It was a Saturday morning and the restaurant was slow. I just walked through the kitchen doors and there she was talking on the payphone in the hallway. She wore a chamber maid's uniform, not to tall but her legs were to die for. In my arrogant nature I strolled over to her and enticingly looked her up and down. Made a coy sucking motion with my mouth and told her, "Nice". 

She had a very cute slender face with blond hair and blue eyes. Maybe five feet tall and carrying 100 pounds soaking wet. I strolled away into the kitchen and ignored her for the rest of the day. The players hand book says, "Never show too much interest and make them come for it".

Maybe a week had past and I was wondering downstairs in the employee cafeteria when I noticed she was eating in one of the booths. She looked up over the booth and caught my eye. She could not help but smile and I quickly looked and continued on to the food line. I took a hotdog and some fries because that is what they served everyday and confidently strolled over and sat down across from her. 

I told her my name was Jim. She smiled and put her hand over her mouth in the middle of a bite and mumbled "My name is Judy; it's nice to meet you". I told her I could not help but notice her attractive legs a week earlier and I wanted to make sure they were ok. As she slightly choked on her hotdog she jokingly looked down and said they were still connected. I told her I came over to ask her permission to take those legs out for a walk. A brisk walk and she said it would probably be good for them. I told her if she would be as so kinds as to have them give me a number where they could be reached I would try to break away tonight and give them a call. She turned my hand over and wrote her number in my palm. I told her I would never wash it hand again and she stood up and left the cafeteria.

That night was great. I picked up my girlfriend Amy and took her out to eat. Yes, at this time you are all probably thinking what an ass I am but I could not help it. Amy was drop dead gorgeous. She had hair so blond it made you melt. She was model skinny and also her eyes were blue as the Caribbean Sea. I could not resist her and enjoyed my time with her tremendously but I needed more. 

Amy went to school during the days; she was a sophomore at Keene State College and was always out of school to see me at four. We spent most days together. We were young and infatuated with each other and I could not keep my hands off of her. We would do something until 6:00 and end up in my bed until 8:30. She lived with her parents and they had strict rules to be home no later than nine. She was a daddy's girl and would never cross him although he was meek and as nice as any person I knew. A humble man he was and she respected him for it. 

I can't say that I did not feel guilty a little in the fact that I was having gorging sex with her nightly. Although she was not thunder in the sack she did not need to be. She was so beautiful all I had to do was to see her and it was enough. There were times I pushed for her to initiate something but it never seemed to work. The good thing is that she let me do anything and everything. I could take naked pictures of her, anal sex was a trip and when it came to a blow job I just humped her face because she just was not the bomb. God was I arrogant! 

The next day at work I happened to see Judy again. Judy was a little less shy this time and approached me on her own. She stated "These legs were looking for your call and felt a little let down last night". I could not tell Judy it was because I was tired from banging Amy until nine and having to drive her home. Yes, she was late for her dad. 

Judy said she had to work until eight, but she would like to take that walk after nine. "Works for my schedule" I told her. Neither did she know it worked all too well. I asked Judy if she worked every day until 8:00 PM and she said yes, she had to get the rooms done on her list by six and clean and deliver the linens down to the laundry room. I don't need to say this made me real happy, but I did not know how difficult it would actually become. 

That night I created a little tiff with Amy intentionally. I asked her for a little time off with a little devious plan on my mind. Young as we were we both never experienced the "it's not you it's me tactic" until now. Nor had we seen the "we were on a break so I did not do anything wrong by sleeping with her trick". 

I did not have sex that night with her to make a point, but it hurt anyways, in my crotch. I dropped her off at 9PM and made a B-line to Judy. I picked her up by 9:45 because she lived a ways from Amy's house. The game began, could I be successful in dating two girls at once seriously. Some people had bragged about it but was it ever pulled off smoothly. Jealousy was a big ordeal. My strategy was real simple. I had to let each girl know about each other gradually, but fast enough so they could not say "You dirty rat bastard!" 

That night I immediately told Judy that I was on the rocks with my preset girl friend. Pretty good huh? I told her we were not too serious although we had been going out for over two years. OUCH. I think Judy felt Amy as competition and told me she was fine with it. A sigh of relief swelled through my body, but the biggest feat to be had was about to come. Amy was a meek girl and not loud spoken as her father was. She would have to be handled in the, "We were on a break due to you and it was not my fault ordeal". 

I drove around for a couple of hours with Judy in my truck. I had to get to know her and driving had a soothing sense and I had many things to break the monotony if there was one of those uncomfortable silences. It was not long before I convinced her that going to where I lived was a good choice. 

I lived with an older man Ray. Ray was an alcoholic but had good intentions. He fell asleep on the sofa every night in a drunken stupor, but I did not mind, he never bothered a soul. When I brought Judy home he had already passed out. I showed Judy the house and ended with my bedroom. 

I had bought a beautiful waterbed that was gigantic. I did so for obvious reasons and it was always the talk piece. We sat down on the beer bumper (The cushion on the side of the waterbed frame. I called it this because when you were drunk it always saved you from hitting the hard wood surrounds when you fell). Judy said, "It is always a problem when a man's biggest item was his bed". We laughed and I pushed her playfully onto the mattress where she fell all too easily. 

I did not kiss her or approach her sexually yet. I wanted to build a little anxiety first. I asked her frivolous questions for about fifteen minutes or so until she kissed me. I backed off with a smile and said, "Jeese, you are aggressive!" She smiled coyly and said, "Oh yeah, you seem so innocent!" and forced another kiss on me again. I met aggression with aggression and just pulled her pants off and underwear. Surprisingly enough she was satisfied with this. She had a nice shaven pussy. A landing strip was too much for a description. How about that it looked just like an eye brow, a small manicured one. It looked so neat and clean I was tickled pink. 

As we kissed she fumbled with my pants and I helped her indirectly. When my pants were free of my body she grabbed my cock and began to stroke it as I straddled her. Her entire little body was between my legs when she slid from my mouth down to my cock. She pushed me over confidently and began to suck my cock intensely. Not necessarily in speed but in confidence. She rolled her head in circles and seemed to be one with it. She never made an abrasion and always mouthed with style. She never overly played with the head as so many women thought was good, no, she mouthed it! She did not need her hand. I was writhing in sensation. I could not keep my hips still. I could not be as so arrogant to not respond to make her work harder. It was the best blow job I had ever had! Then, for the first time ever, in total shock I was, she swallowed it to the base. Not with apprehension, she just swallowed it. It felt so amazing the warmth of her mouth and the saliva on my balls. 

Holy shit, she had me shuttering. I pulled her ass around to my face as she worked and began to eat her pussy. I thought I knew my shit in those days and lapped and licked and licked and lapped, aggressively until I exploded. When I came it was so deep in her throat I am not sure she even knew it happened as she continued. The sensation was so intense and I needed a second. I knew my stamina would hold true to continue but I needed one minute. 

I motioned to pull free and rolled her over for a re-positioning. I did it smoothly as to not interrupt the flow of the moment. I quickly slid in between her legs and raised them slightly and pushed my cock in. I could feel her tighten up due to my size and I probably should have worked it a little slower but what did I know. Her pussy was so tight I had not quite felt anything like this before. As I slid in and out it felt as if her insides turned inside out and came out of her as I went. She slowly adjusted to my cock and she began to have orgasms. 

Judy I now refer to as an "easy cummer". She seemed to cum every three to four minutes. Her body would shudder and would rock one out. Boy did that do wonders for my ego. In defense of me though, I would swing my hips and hit the spots like a porn star. 

The sex continued, as the rhythm rolled like thunder. I would position her body in ways that I could hit her g-spot. I knew I was on track when she would shudder. I would roll my hips low and my cock would ride up and almost hit her stomach. It was quite a sensation for the both of us. I would go in circles and made sure it passed by it every time. 

I then flipper her onto her side with one leg between mine and one on my shoulder and began my beat. Slowly I slid in slowly knowing I could hurt her easily in this position. Again I circled to hit her spot and grabbed her hand. I forced her to play with her own clit a little. At first she showed a little reluctance due to her age but she soon taunted it like I was not there. 

I licked my finger and easily slid it into her ass. She tightened a little but allowed me do it. I did not insert it too far, just enough to tough the right areas to electrify her. Then she began to orgasm hard. Her juices flowed like a fountain. My cock slid so easily in and out, in and out. I had a large mirror on the front of my head board that I loved to use creatively and made sure my positions accented it. I could see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, my finger in her ass and although I could not see her fiddling with her clit I could see her arm slightly moving. I felt like the conductor of a large orchestra and my crescendo would be as good as any. 

The pressure built in my lower back. I resisted it as long as I could. As it grew to my chest and my face I knew I had to release. I pushed deep in her and began to cum. Thrust after thrust I deposited it deep inside of her looking from mirror to her pussy then the mirror to her face. I loved to watch. She was cumming also, but it was my turn this time. 

As I finished I continued for a minute or so longer and glanced at the clock. It was two AM and I have been screwing for over an hour and a half. I had to bring her home, I had to work at 6:00 AM. What a hard day I would have the next day. I kissed her and told her we had to leave, but I promised this would continue. She made me promise that we would do it again tomorrow night and I drove her home.

One final note: I received a speeding ticket for driving 90 in a 30 with a notice to appear trying to get at least two hours of sleep, but it was well worth it.



Escapades of a Girl Gone Wild



Disclaimer: This story is NOT based on the Girl’s Gone Wild videos. I do not own the material from popular commercials that I have used in this story. This story is not related to those companies. I do not own the song Windy sung by Association.

Note: This is my first attempt at humor. This story is kind of silly and is not meant to be taken seriously. Just have fun reading it. It’s funnier as the story develops.

Wendy was fed up with her life. It was too prim and proper. Her father always enforced good behavior. It almost felt like it would be a crime to have any fun. One day she decided enough was enough. She went to the mall and bought 2 very expensive items in secret. The next day she wore those items to the breakfast table.

Wendy’s long blond hair and pretty baby blue eyes were attractive, but so was her outfit. All she was wearing was a designer black leather overcoat with matching black leather boots. She had nothing on underneath. She sat down across from her father in that outfit casually watching TV and eating cereal. Jason, her father, was wide-eyed in disbelief. She continued eating and watching TV as if nothing was amiss. Her younger brother, Brian, held his spoon in mid-air looking at the scene. Finally her father said something.

“What the hell do you think you’re wearing?” He demanded.

“Oh this?” She asked. “I got it at the mall yesterday. Stylish, don’t you think?” She smiled.

“You wasted your money on it because I’m not letting you out of this house dressed like that. You aren’t even fully dressed.” Jason said.

“I am, and I will.” Wendy said.

Jason’s face turned red. He was so angry he didn’t know what to say. Wendy finished eating her Lucky Charms, and got up from the table. As Wendy headed for the door her father stood up. Brian just kept sitting as still as a statue.

“You are not leaving the house like that young lady!” He said.

“Watch me, old man!” She said as she hurried out the door for her ride.

A new side of Wendy was emerging. She had never acted this way before. She never would have worn such an outfit to breakfast and then call her father “Old man.” She was beginning to feel something new, happiness and a sense of independence.

Wendy spotted the black Corvette convertible of her friend Christy. Christy and Wendy differed in appearance. Christy stood taller at 5’9” compared to Wendy at 5’2”. They both had C cups. Christy was well tanned with dark hair and dark eyes. Wendy’s tone was peach. They were both certainly beautiful.

“Wendy! Wow! You look bold and amazing!” Christy said. “This is a real change for you.”

“Change can be good.” Wendy said. “Let’s go.”

They both speed away as Wendy’s father ran out to stop her. He was standing outside his house feeling powerless. It wasn’t the first time that day he’d feel that way.

As Wendy and Christy headed for their school, Christy kept glancing over at Wendy. “Are you curious about something?” Wendy smiled.

“What are you wearing under that overcoat Wendy?” She asked.

“Just this!” Wendy said as she flung open her overcoat.

“Oh my God! You aren’t wearing anything under there!” Christy said.

“That’s not true,” Wendy smirked, “I’m wearing my birthday suit!” They both giggled.

They were now passing their school. Just as Christy was going to dare Wendy to flash everybody Wendy was already standing up and doing just that. People hooted, whistled, and laughed. Christy was laughing too, and decided to drive by instead of stopping. She drove to an old empty parking lot about a mile from their school.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Christy said.

“You won’t believe this either!” Wendy said. She reached for Christy, and pulled her face to hers. Wendy saw the shock in Christy’s eyes as their lips met. Christy had never really thought about kissing another girl before, but as she felt the contrast of Wendy’s hot lips in the cold February morning air she embraced the kiss and embraced Wendy. The kiss became more passionate and their lips parted for their tongues to pass. This was a first for Wendy too. She had only kissed one person before in her life. It was her old boyfriend, and it hadn’t been a French kiss. But this day was about being wild and a little crazy.

Wendy’s fingers went to tweak her nipples. Christy broke the kiss long enough to say, “Here, let me help you with that.” Christy worked on Wendy’s left nipple as Wendy worked on the other. Wendy’s nipples began to harden as they kissed again. Christy grew braver as the heat within her grew hotter. She reached down with her other hand, her fingers brushing by Wendy’s trimmed bush and found her steaming sex. Her pussy lips were slick and sticky with arousal. Wendy let out a soft moan and cupped one of Christy’s breasts in her hand. Christy’s virgin hands touched and massaged her girlfriend’s body. She focused the attention of her fingers around, and then on her clit. Her other fingers pinched and pulled Wendy’s nipple. Christy then inserted her a couple fingers inside Wendy. Again, Wendy moaned, but deeper this time. They continued kissing as Christy finger-fucked Wendy, her fingers dripping with her juices. Wendy rocked back and forth on Christy’s hand. Their pace quickened and their hearts raced. With a loud moan that echoed through the empty parking lot Wendy’s orgasm took her and she threw her head back in ecstasy. She drenched her friend’s hand with cum as she came, and sat writhing against her fingers for a few moments. Wendy took hold of Christy’s hand and wiped it across Christy’s mouth. Then Wendy licked off her own cum, and they kissed once more.

With eyes closed Christy sighed, “Amazing! I never dreamed I’d do anything like that, let alone with you.”

“This is the new Wendy! Do you like?” Wendy asked.

“Yes! I like.” Christy said.

They embraced for several more minutes before they left. “I can’t wait to see what you’re like in school today Wendy!” Christy said.

“I’m not going to school today.” Wendy replied.

“What! You’re not going? Where … where ARE you going then?”

“Well there’s this pizzeria that’s nice. I’ve only been there once, but I’d like to pay them another visit.” Wendy said.

“Ok, but I’ve got to go to school. My parents helped pay for this car because of my good grades you know.” Christy said.

“You won’t be very good hanging out with me today!” Wendy remarked.

“That’s for sure girl!” Christy laughed.

Christy dropped Wendy off at the pizzeria, kissing her once more before leaving. Wendy walked on in. It was a dimly lit place with tiles on the wall and a navy blue rugged floor. Jazz played on the radio in the background. She waited in line and ordered a slice of pepperoni pizza and a Root Beer. She sat down and enjoyed the pizza, and the view. There was a young man at a table near hers that had caught her eye. He was with what was obviously his girlfriend. As she ate she flirted with the guy, winking and smiling at him. His girlfriend didn’t notice. She was busy talking up a storm about something her man wasn’t paying any attention to. The woman excused herself, leaving for the restroom. Wendy got up and walked over to the man.

“Yes?” The man inquired.

“Hello. My name is Kitty.” Wendy said.

“What does Kitty want?” He asked after a brief pause.

“Kitty wants to play.” She smiled.

“Maybe you shouldn’t play with your food.” He said.

Wendy leaned near him. “Oh? Won’t you help make Kitty purr?” She cooed.

“I … Um, well …” He stammered.

The man’s girlfriend came back at that moment. “What’s going on here?” She demanded. The man didn’t know what to say and was obviously very uncomfortable.

“That’s alright.” Wendy said. “I was just leaving.”

As Wendy turned to leave the woman remarked, “Dumb Blond!”

Wendy spun around to face her. “I’m not dumb, just a little crazy.” She said with a smile. “And I’m not a true blond either.” As she said this she undid her overcoat and flashed the woman showing her dark bush. “Be you. Be unforgettable.” She winked and blew a kiss. With that she left the restaurant.

Once outside a very attractive tall man with short dark hair rushed out to meet her. “You were really something in there!” He said. “Do you need a lift?”

Wendy grinned and said, “Sure.”

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Oh, doesn’t really matter. How about the park?”

“Ok. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?”

“Nope. But there’s a first time for everything.” She said. “Where is it?”

The man pointed to a red Ducati 999R parked a few cars over from where they were. “Nice bike!” She said excitedly. “Will you promise to ride really fast?”

“Ok, but you have to wear my extra helmet.” He said.

“Agreed!” She said.

They went to the bike and put on their helmets and got on. The man started the engine and they rushed out of the parking lot. Some of Wendy’s blond hair that was not covered by the helmet flew in the wind. They weaved in-between and around cars that were going to slow. Actually they were speeding by 15 m.p.h. The vibrations from the powerful engine were adding to Wendy’s excitement. She held the strange man with one arm and used her other hand to feel him up. She could feel his large form growing in size in the prison of his tight jeans. After a few more minutes they arrived at the park.

The park where they were was fairly big and not crowded this time of day. As soon as they took off their helmets they shared a passionate French kiss. They went further into the park and came to a lake. There was an old man who resembled Popeye fishing there. There was also a small snack stand nearby. The man Wendy was with was too aroused to wait any longer. He began to take off their clothes, but Wendy stopped him.

“Don’t you … I mean you want to, right?” He asked.

“Yes baby, I do want to. But there are some hungry ducks over there, and I need to help them out first.” She pouted.

The man looked puzzled, but agreed. They went to the snack stand and bought some crackers for the ducks. Then Wendy feed the ducks for the next 5 minutes as desire boiled inside the man. When she was finished he didn’t even wait for an invitation. He quickly removed Wendy’s overcoat, but left her boots on. Then he made short work of most of his own clothes.

“This is my first time.” She shyly smiled at him.

“I’ll be good to you.” He promised.

His large manhood stood out like the mast of a ship. It must have been 9 inches long and quite thick. He placed its bulbous head at her wet entrance and slowly eased it in. He took his time and when he felt her resistance he paused. Grabbing her hips he pulled himself into her in one quick movement. It didn’t hurt as much as Wendy thought it would, but she let out a long sharp gasp. She held onto the man and looked into his deep brown eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes baby.” Wendy replied.

The goose bumps on Wendy’s skin weren’t only because of the crisp chilled air outside. She had never felt anything like the sensation of this man sliding in and out of her. His large solid shaft filled her completely as lust consumed her like fire. They made love by the lake for more than an hour. Every time the man would cum she told him to come in her mouth so she wouldn’t get pregnant. She had swallowed a few large loads by the time they were done, licking her lips to make sure none was wasted. All the time they weren’t bothered once by anyone. The old man who was fishing never even glanced at them.

They got dressed and Wendy pulled out some gum. The man watched as she got a piece and started chewing. Then she held up the package, smiled, and in her best British accent said, “Orbit cleans another dirty mouth!” They both bellowed with laughter.

“My name is Mark, by the way.” The man said. “What’s yours?”

Wendy started singing, “Who’s tripping down the streets of the city, smiling at everybody she sees? Who’s reaching out to capture the moment? Everyone knows it’s Wendy!”

“Oh, Wendy is it?” He said.

Wendy continued, “And Wendy has stormy eyes …”

“Ok. I get it Wendy.” He said smiling. “By the way, how old are you?”

“Eighteen.” She said. “How old are YOU?”

“I’m 20.” He said.

They chatted for a while, and then it was time to leave. “Bye Popeye! Hope you catch some big ones!” Wendy said to the old man fishing. He hadn’t caught even one fish the whole time. Mark kissed Wendy goodbye as he left her at the local mall. She closed her eyes and smiled for several minutes before moving on to do her boldest feat yet. Wendy came to the mall’s doors and stopped. She removed her overcoat and flung it over her shoulder. Then she entered the mall. She cheerfully whistled the tune of Windy as she strutted her stuff for everyone to see. Most people stopped and stared. Some laughed. And some took pictures. She came to an ice cream shop in the food court of the mall and smiled at the man working there.

“I’m looking for something thick, white, and creamy. Do you think you can help me with that?” Wendy said most flirtatiously.

The man just stared at her with his jaw dropped in amazement for a minute. “Uh, sure. Ok.” He said and made her a vanilla ice cream cone. He had something else he’d like to give her, but he didn’t.

Wendy took the free ice cream and swirled her tongue around it again and again. “Thank you sweetie!” She said.

By now there was a large crowd of people surrounding Wendy and staring. A security officer approached her. “Miss, you need to put that back on immediately! The police are already on their way.” Wendy did put her overcoat back on, and the security officer lectured her about her mischief for a few minutes. “Do you understand everything I’ve told you Miss?”

Wendy took hold of his shoulders and said, “There’s only one thing I have to say about all of that. Meow, meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!” She sung tossing her head from side to side. Her audience roared with laughter, but not the officer.

“She’s singing the Meow Mix song!” He thought to himself shaking his head. “Miss, I think you’re more confused than a chicken at an Easter egg hunt!” He told her.

The police arrived and escorted her off to jail, where she was naked again, before acquiring far less stylish garments. Her parents were called, and she faced them through the prison bars.

“Hi Daddy! I’ve been a very naughty girl today!” Wendy chirped.

Her father’s face was beet red. “What the hell do you think you’ve been doing all day long?” Jason demanded.

“Oh, not much. Driving people wild. Pissing people off. Feeding some ducks. How was your day Daddy?” She smiled.

“Grow up!” He yelled.

Wendy was thinking of telling him that she didn’t want to grow up cause she was a Toys R’ Us kid, but she thought that would be pushing it. Her father just stood there powerless for the second time that day. Then he told Wendy’s mother that he’d be out in the car waiting and left.

Wendy’s mother, Sharon, just looked at Wendy for a while, then smiled and said, “You know, I have a wild side too.” And winked at her.

“You do?” Wendy asked interested.

“I’ll show you.” Sharon said.

The guard opened the cell door to let Wendy out. When he turned around Sharon flashed her tits at him and swatted him on the ass. Wendy and Sharon both left laughing together as the guard just shook his head.

Wendy’s days of being ordinary, prim and proper were over. Her father would not be able to control and dominate her life anymore. Not to mention that she was now famous for being wild. Wild, and now free. 



Escapades of a Sexy Strumpet



When I was 18 a lot of things happened to me. I lost my virginity, and I had my first 3-way. Sort of. Right out of high school I took a job as a door to door sales person. It allowed me to travel and be on my own. 

Well one day my team leader took a bunch of us and dropped us all in certain parts of San Diego, to go and knock on doors to peddle books and magazines. I ended up in Ocean Beach. Never been there before, so instead of going door to door, I kicked off my shoes and played on the beach like a little girl. 

Even though I was 18, my body shape made me look older. I had thick thighs, a big ass, and I wore a d-cup. I had chemically straightened hair, thick lips and wide, brown-eyes. 

As I was sitting on the sand gazing at the water, two black men approached me. They were excited to see a black woman on the beach, even though I was not dressed as a typical beach participant. I had on biker shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. One was tall and cute, and the other short and not so cute. 

They introduced themselves and told me that they were truck drivers from Louisiana. The tall one's name was Byron, and his short partner's name was James. They went onto explain that they were using the beach as a truck stop. 

I was fascinated because I had never seen black truck drivers. We sat and talked a bit and they convinced me to go back to their truck. I climbed up and got in the back, to see where they slept. 

We talked a bit more, with Byron touching me intimately. Our conversation turned to sexual matters. Mind you, I had only been sexually active for about a month, but I was ready to explore other cocks. Byron and I , while still sitting in the back, started kissing and dry humping each other. 

James sat in the front watching us intently. It never occurred to me that it was wrong. As Byron and I started to get into it more, James suggested that we drive up the coast to the La Jolla Coves, another beach. I was like fine, because at that particular moment I was getting my pussy ate out for the first time. 

Byron had taken my biker shorts and panties off in between kissing and grinding. He was eating me like a starving man. He had my legs up and spread wide. He only took his head away to take a breath and go at me again. He was digging so deep that I felt he was trying to get into me literally! He sucked on my clit so hard that my eyes crossed, and I came like a wild banshee. I made so much noise that I that I knew my voice would be raw.

Then he put my legs down and took off my shirt and bra, and he finally got undressed himself. 

When I saw his cock, my pussy twitched because while he was not long, the head of his cock was so thick and round that I knew that I was going to feel it in my tight pussy. 

He raised my legs up again, until they were on his shoulders. He grabbed my ass and put his hard, throbbing cock into my hungry, wet pussy. I shuddered in ecstasy and clenched my pussy tighter around him. 

He was fucking me so hard that my pussy was making slurping sounds. He pulled out and slammed back in. It felt as if he was drilling a new hole in me, and I loved every god damn minute of it!

We finally got to La Jolla, and parked. James was sitting in his seat with his cock out, jerking hard, while watching us. I looked at him as his friend continued to fuck me hard. It turned me on so much that I had power over these two men, who were at least 10 years older than me. 

Byron stopped assaulting my pussy, pulled out, and turned me over onto my stomach, legs spread wide and continued fucking my pussy in one of the positions I liked best. I love the feeling of a man pounding me, laying on top of me, whispering all the dirty things he is was going to do to me. I love the surrender of this position, because I can't really move.

After James shoots his load on me, Byron finally pulled out and shoots hot cum all over my ass! I was sticky all over and I loved it. 

They finally took me back to Ocean Beach and I can say that was a very memorable day at the beach! 



Escapades of an Anal-holic



After spending so much time reading the stories of other people talking about assfucking, I decided to write my own. All of what you are about to read is true, only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Dummmm, Dee, Dum. Dummmm, Dee, Dum, Dum, Dummmmmmmmm.

I love anal. I get an incredible rush out of pushing my cock into a woman’s beautiful asshole. But, it wasn’t always that way. First, a little about myself. My name is John.  I am a 45 year old African-America male, 6’3”, 195 pounds, chocolate complected skin, clean-shaven head with a moustache. I have an 8 ½ inch thick uncircumcised cock. 

I was born in the south, where we are taught early to respect women and girls. I had quite a few girlfriends growing up and was exposed to sex at a very early age. Five years old to be exact. I was raised by a single mother with my other siblings, 2 brothers and 2 sisters. I was the second oldest. 

My family was and is very closed knit, even today. I lived in the typical extended-family household of that day. It was a big house my grandparents owned in the country. My grandfather died before I was born and my grandmother moved to the closest town to us. My oldest aunt and her husband lived with us. My other aunts would always visit since they lived in town, too. They had teenage sons. My Aunt Vivian’s sons were Billy and J.W. My Aunt Ida’s son was named James. They would baby-sit us when my mother and aunts went out. 

These cousins were more like older brothers and they are the people who provided my early sex education.  They were my heroes. They always had girls over to the house. They would send my sisters and youngest brother next door to play with the neighbor’s kids and ask my older brother and I to keep watch for the adults. 

Afterwards they would tell us what happened and what we should do with girls when we get them. Quite often, J.W. would tell me to sit in the closet and watch while he fucked some of the girls. He would position them around so I could see his cock going in and out of their tight young pussies. So by five, I knew exactly how to fuck. 

Back then, in the Black community; homosexuality, oral sex, anal sex, and anything not involving just plain pussy fucking were taboo.  So I grew up knowing only how to fuck pussy. My cousins said “Never put your mouth on that nasty pussy”. Because of that I grew up not having oral sex of any kind. The Reciprocity Theory (will explain that later) as I called it impacted my sex life.  

I fucked a lot of girls before graduation. Even fucked this little white girl named Vickie, who was about the biggest slut in town and really loved Brothers. Then at the tender age of 17, I left home to join the U.S. Air Force. In technical School at Keesler AFB in Mississippi, I met women from all over the country. And a lot of young, liberal minded white women. 

That’s where I met Laura. She was a beautiful, older (19), sexy and progressive white girl from upstate New York. She had been to college and had lived with this older Black guy in her hometown. With this immediate attraction, we started dating. We were hardly ever apart, and most of the time was spent just fucking. We would spend the entire weekend, starting Friday evening until late Sunday night, just fucking. I was a “real machine” back then. We had great sex, nothing kinky, nothing taboo. 

Occasionally, Laura would ask if I wanted her to suck my cock. She said it was so beautiful she just wanted to please me. I would tell her no, that I wasn’t into that. Eventually she told me she really wanted to suck my dick and that she enjoyed it. That’s when my Reciprocity Theory was developed: "The idea was if she did it for me, then I would have to do it for her." Being the Southern Gentleman I am and remembering what my cousins told me, I politely declined. 

After a few months together, Laura told me that she really enjoyed sucking dick, needed to suck dick and if I didn’t want her to suck mine, we should break up so she could suck someone else’s cock. STUPID ME! I said ok, we will have to break up then. Later I would see this guy she started dating, and he would look at me like he really wanted to thank me or something. 

So after our breakup, I started my First Crusade: To fuck as many women as possible. Later down the road I got my first blowjob. I could kick my own ass. Laura’s new guy must have thought I was the stupidest motherfucker in the world, I know I did now. 

But life was good for me. Fucking a different girl almost every night. I even fucked 3 girls (at different times) in one night. I didn’t just fuck women, I made them fall in love with me. I tried to give them the type of fucking they never had before. 

On one visit home for leave, my cousin J.W. told me about his time in Germany and how much German women loved ass fucking. I told him he must have been fucked up in the head or turning gay, fucking a girl up the ass when all that pussy was there. He just told me not to knock it until I tried it. 

Back at Keesler, there was the friendly competition between me and some of my "Boys" on who could fuck the most women. Of course when we got together, we would tell tales our sexual escapades. 

We were at the gym one day waiting for next up, when one friend Skip, told us about his time with this beautiful sister from Chicago named Andrea. Skip was from Chi-town too.  Andrea was hot, hot, hot. She drove a little green Triumph TR-7 convertible. 

Skip said he was fucking her one night, she was on top riding him good.  He said her pussy was extremely wet and hot. He said she grabbed his dick and pulled up and his dick came out then she pushed down again. He said here pussy got really tight and kind of dry. She pumped up and down on his cock a few time and she came. Then she grabbed his cock again, pulled up and his dick came out, then she put it back in and her pussy was wet and loose again. He then knew she had him fuck her in the ass. 

That story got me so hot. I even missed some shots I could easily make because I was thinking about Skip’s story. After the gym, all sweaty from b-balling, I went straight to this girl’s room in the ladies dormitory, to fuck her. Michelle was a cute little white girl with acne who worked in the dental clinic on base that I had been fucking for a while. 

I was in there tearing that pussy up when I asked if she had ever been fucked in her ass before. She said she tried once but it hurt and never tried again. I told her I wanted to fuck her and she told me she was scared. I got some lotion (Jergens in the white bottle with black label) she had in her nightstand that we usually used when her pussy got dry from me fucking her. 

As I said before, I was a “machine” back then. I started fucking her pussy again in the missionary position. I squeezed some lotion in my hand and applied it to her asshole. I reached around and rubbed a lot of it all around and slid my middle finger into her asshole. She grunted and moaned but accepted my finger without complaint. 

After really tearing that pussy up and fucking her ass with another added finger, I then turned her over doggy-style.  I continued to fuck her and started fingering her asshole again when I asked if she was ready. Michelle said she was afraid because I was so big. But I knew she was lying. She liked me to fuck her really hard and hurt her pussy.  She used to cum really hard when I pounded the back of her pussy. So I thought she really was looking forward to the pain and was saying no like, “oh no, please don’t fuck me with that delicious big black cock in my little white nearly virgin asshole” because she wanted it and thought her role-playing would turn me on. Which it did. 

I pulled out of her pussy and pumped a couple of dollops of lotion in my hand and greased up my cock. Her asshole was already lubed up and ready.  I told her to reach back and spread her cheeks as I put the tip of my cock to her asshole. Michelle pleaded, “Baby, don’t hurt me. Please go slow”. I asked if she loved me. She said yes. I knew she would. All my bitches said that when I fucked them. But I had never fucked any of them in the ass before.  

I slowly pushed into her ass. It did not respond at first, so I pushed harder. Then it happened. Her asshole started to open up and accept my cock. First the head slipped in as I saw her asshole stretch around the crown. Michelle moaned and grunted as she pounded her fist into the bed. She had her face buried in a pillow, which she was now biting into to muffle her cries. 

I stopped pushing to let her adjust to my cock and let the pain subside. I asked I she could continue. She said she wasn’t sure, that it hurt really bad. I told her if she ever wanted me to fuck her again, she had better take my cock in her ass. I told her to rub her clit to help ease the pain away, which she did. I asked if she wanted to continue. She said she wanted to please me and that it felt better. I started to work more of my cock into her. As I moved forward, she would move forward. So I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me while I slowly fed her my cock. 

Finally I was all the way in. I rubbed her clit with my right hand and squeezed her left nipple really hard with my left hand. Then she came harder than she ever came with me before. She screamed so loud that even with the pillow, I am sure the other girls in the dorm heard her.  As I said before, Michelle was a freak, she liked pain. She liked it when I pinched and chewed on her nipples or fucked her pussy so hard she had problems walking. She would always come back for more. I didn’t know it at the time, but Michelle’s masochistic desires would have an impact on my future. 

But now I was in her asshole. I waited until she adjusted to the fit before I started pumping my dick into her.  I started slow and got faster and faster. Pretty soon I was fucking her with so much force and speed that I could not believe that she was handling it. At one point, my cock came out of her asshole and slammed into her pussy for a couple of strokes before I realized it was not in her asshole and was able to get it back in.  

She was screaming into the pillow as wave after wave of intense pleasure hit her. And with her asshole pulsating around my cock, it was too surreal. I was and still am pretty good at holding back my orgasms and not cumming too quickly. But with Michelle cumming the way she was, and as hard as she was, I could not continue at the pace I was going. Finally I blasted hot streams of cum into her hot welcoming bowels, filling it up her anal cavity. She came again from my cumming in her. 

After cumming, I continued to fuck her asshole squeezing my cum out past the rim of her previously tight asshole. When I finally slowed down, and she stopped cumming, I pulled my cock out with a plop and cum oozed out of her gaped asshole. It was so amazing. J.W. was right. Skip was right. Assfucking was really something. 

Michelle finally came down from her euphoric high and told me how incredible it was and that she was looking forward to doing it again. She said she had never cum so hard or so long before from pussy fucking. I fucked Michelle’s asshole everytime we got together after that and we both enjoyed it. Now I was a convert. And she was a convert, too. And this was the start of my Second Crusade: To assfuck as many women as possible. And the adventures began…