— L. M., Wisconsin
Love Is Blind
Here is a story that I would like to share, even though in so doing I have to make a few embarrassing admissions.
First let me say that I am thirty-seven, unmarried (sigh), and work as a secretary for the most wonderful and gorgeous man in the world. Although I have a nice bust line and shapely legs and fanny, I am not what you would describe as beautiful, with the result that my social life-and yes, my sex life-is nil.
Anyway, I have this mad crush on my boss, and I have had it since I started to work for him, five years ago. But do you think he notices me? Not in the least. Oh, I’ve tried, let me tell you, but nothing seemed to work.
Then one noon a couple of months ago, I had a quick lunch in the cafeteria, then returned to the office for a package I was going to mail at the post office. His office door was closed, and thinking I’d ask him if I could get anything for him while I was out, I opened the door. . and what a sight I saw.
There they were on the floor, my boss and Martha, the receptionist, going at it like crazy:
I was utterly shocked and, at the same time, hypnotized by what I was watching. He was stretched out on his back, completely nude, with Martha, also nude, astride his midsection, pumping away, her little breasts bouncing and flying about with every mad thrust. She was riding him for all she was worth, and the very thought of it drove me insane with jealousy. They were positioned so that she was facing me, but she didn’t see me, as her eyes were closed. Then, suddenly, something must have registered, for her eyes blinked open in recognition. After the first grimace of shock, her face melted into a broad smile, and she winked! The sight of the two of them so unnerved me that I was trying to back out of the doorway when Martha made a motion for me to stop and, pausing not the least in her rhythm, she pointed to his head and made hand motions for me to come in and undress.
I looked down at him, and for the first time I noticed that his eyes were tightly closed. Despite her urging to the contrary, I was going to back out and leave them alone when the thought struck me: Why not? An opportunity like this doesn’t come often in my life. So, my decision made, I slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and quickly stripped nude.
Martha motioned me over and, as she did so, she leaned over close to his ear, telling him quietly that she wanted to do it to him orally and he should keep his eyes closed. With that, she eased herself off his pelvis, revealing the most gigantic male organ I had ever seen, even in the magazines. Inexperienced as I am in such matters, I couldn’t even begin to estimate the dimensions-it was simply huge.
Glistening moistly, it stood there, erect and waiting for further attention. Bending over, Martha grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face right down on the top of its gleaming wetness. Under her expert, albeit silent, tutelage I began to fellate him, licking at the stiff organ for all I was worth. After two minutes of this my crotch was dripping, I was so randy. I’m sure Martha must have sensed my hunger, for, aided by her deft hands, I squatted over his erection. Apparently, gently easing down was not the way to do it. Martha grabbed me around the hips and shoved me down. With that, his entire length pierced into my unyielding flesh, dilating me like I had never been before. I felt so full!
What happened afterward was one wild race to orgasm. My breasts, flopping about with unaccustomed lack of restraint, seemed to be a force all their own. I hit peak after sensational peak, and I was just about to add another to the score when he stiffened, arched his back, and came in a whoosh, spasm after spasm. He was just barely gurgling to a stop when Martha motioned me off. Panic-stricken by what I had been doing, I managed to get my blouse and skirt on, and then, slipping into my shoes barefoot, grabbed the rest of my things and dashed for the ladies’ room, thankfully unseen. Once there, I stood in the stall for a long time, savoring the throb of my stretched muscles and his moisture running down my inner thighs.
Nothing was ever said about the episode, even by Martha. I truly long for an encore, but even more, I wonder over and over if he ever knew.
— Name and address withheld
OVEREXPOSED
Our First Nude Beach
My roommate Connie and I had never been to such a place before. I was very surprised when she suggested it. But there we were at the gate to a small nude beach in California. We could see the naked bodies on the beach beyond the sand dunes.
“Let’s go, Jennifer,” my friend said as she strode onto the warm sand. We walked toward the ocean. There were lots of people on the beach, more than I expected. When we found a spot, Connie spread out our blanket and lay down. “I can’t do this, Connie,” I said. “Sure you can,” Connie said as she removed her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. “You have a wonderful body and nothing to be embarrassed about,” she added, removing her shorts. I looked at my naked friend and thought, if she can do it, I can, too. I stood up and stripped. It felt like everyone on the beach was watching me, although I’m sure they weren’t.
Connie asked if I wanted some lotion. I agreed and she began to coat my body with it. Her hands felt wonderful as they slid across my hot flesh. She spread the sun cream on my shoulders and breasts, on my stomach and legs, even in my pubic hair. “Do me,” she then said. I poured the lotion into my hands and smeared it onto her back and ass. I always felt that Connie had a wonderful body, better than mine. I found myself enjoying the feel of her rounded bottom and smooth inner thighs.
We lay on the beach for a while, watching the men and women, and then decided to go for a swim. “Hi there,” said a fellow swimmer. “Hello there,” I responded. He introduced himself as Ron, and the three of us swam together for a while. He followed us back to our blanket, and although I tried not to notice, I couldn’t help seeing that his body and penis were quite large. I noticed that Connie was watching him, too.
After the three of us had talked for a while, Ron suggested we all walk down the beach. He said the nude area was about two miles long, but most everybody stayed at this place. We picked up some bath towels and headed down the coastline. Soon we were completely alone. Ron wanted to swim again; we declined and watched him walk toward the water. The moment he was out of earshot, Connie said, “Did you see the cock on him? I’d love to get a ride on it!” I found myself laughing and nodding.
Ron jogged back to us, his penis bobbing from side to side. When he got to us, his cock was at eye level, only feet from our faces. “Listen, Ron,” Connie said seductively, “Jen and I were wondering if you’d like to fuck the two of us.” I looked at Connie, surprised at her boldness. Ron looked rather surprised, too, but before he could answer, his penis said yes. It started to grow, and it continued to grow until it was at least twelve inches long.
“I don’t know about you, Jen, but I’m not impressed,” Connie said with mock seriousness as she took his cockhead and several more inches into her mouth. She wrapped both hands around the rest of him and began to pump. Ron moaned in ecstasy. Connie was sucking him as if she hadn’t had a drink for weeks!
My pussy was getting wet, and I began to rub myself. “Looks as if Jen wants to be fucked, Ron,” Connie said, and she was right. I was horny as a cat. I lay on my back, spread my legs, and Ron eased his cock into my inviting pussy. I never had anything that big inside me. Inch by inch he slid it in, until his entire length was filling my cunt. He fucked me for several minutes, and I had the first of many shattering orgasms. After about my fourth, Connie yelled, “My turn.” She got on her hands and knees, and Ron slid into her from behind. I watched, fascinated, as he fucked her good. By the time he finished, Connie was screaming with joy.