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Then, to our surprise, our man stopped us. He sat in a chair and asked if we had boyfriends. We said yes, and he said that he wanted our boyfriends to know exactly what our vacation was like. He said I could start by setting up the video camera that we had brought. I did as I was told, and once everything was set up, he instructed Katie and I to sit on the floor in front of him. Then he began to masturbate and told us to stick out our tongues. We did so, and he jacked his come all over our mouths: I sucked as much of his cock as I could, and when I looked over at Katie, she had a single drop of come glistening on her cheek.

The stranger told me to lick it off of her. I obeyed and began licking Katie’s cheek, but my tongue accidentally slipped into her mouth. I looked deep into Katie’s eyes and, without hesitation, kissed her full on the lips. I had never really thought about her in this way before, but when she snaked her tongue into my mouth, I was incredibly turned on. We started sharing the taste of his come, and the thought of him watching while our video camera taped made me come.

Katie’s sweet kisses made their way down my body until she found my aching pussy. She dived right into my moist box, licking and teasing my clit until I came all over her face. I needed to taste her, and so she straddled my face—I began eating her delicious cunt. Katie started bucking and moaning furiously as I grabbed her ass and pulled it toward my mouth. She started screaming loudly, rubbing her pussy up and down on my face until she exploded in ecstasy.

As we got up, we noticed that the bartender was gone but the camera was still taping. We were so elated by our new discovery that we didn’t leave our room for the rest of the week. . . . Well, just a few times, for a fresh supply of videotape.

—J. K., Illinois

Graduating with Honors

My husband, Kurt, and I had a party to celebrate my graduation from college. Brenda, a good friend of mine, arrived at the restaurant with a cake and a bottle of champagne. Because we didn’t get around to drinking the champagne during the party, Brenda suggested we go back to our house afterward and drink it. The three of us sat on our bed and talked for several hours.

The conversation turned to female actresses, and Kurt asked Brenda what she would do if she was alone with Kim Basinger. Brenda smiled and didn’t say anything. Kurt encouraged her by asking, “Would you like it?” Brenda, still smiling, breathily answered, “Yes!” At that point I was shocked, because I had no idea that Brenda was attracted to women. While I had been getting to know her better over the preceding few months, I had become very attracted to her. I never thought we would actually get involved sexually, but here was my chance! Kurt continued to ask her more probing questions, and I started running my fingers through her silky blonde hair. I was so excited, I was having a hard time breathing!

Brenda turned and kissed me—tentatively at first, then quite passionately. Her tongue played with mine, and I was in heaven. I was trying to take it slow because I didn’t want to scare her, but she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast.
Okay,
I thought,
this is really it!

I pulled off her jacket and shirt, then her bra.
Mmmm,
she was tanned all over. I rubbed her small tits and sucked on each nipple until they were both hard. She took off my shirt and bra and fondled my 36C tits. I pushed her back on the bed and lay on top of her while I kissed my way down her body. When I got to her waist, I pulled off her shorts and her lacy panties. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, and I could see her wetness. I rubbed her juicy pussy, then I licked it. Brenda pinched her nipples, and cried out, “Oh, yes!” I continued licking and sucking that sweet pussy while I finger-fucked her. Brenda grabbed my head and pushed my face in deeper while yelling, “Tanya, Tanya!” over and over.

I was so into eating her pussy that I forgot about Kurt until I felt him pull my pants off from behind. I lifted my ass into the air, and Kurt stuck his rock-hard cock into my dripping love hole. He fucked me from behind while I ate Brenda’s pussy. She bucked her hips, and loudly cried out, “Oh, Tanya, I’m coming!” I furiously licked her until she was through. Then I lay down next to her, and she touched my pussy. I kissed her so she could taste her pussy juice, and she sucked on my tongue. Kurt sat there looking kind of unsure, so I pulled him up to Brenda. I wanted to watch my handsome husband fuck this blonde beauty.

Kurt proceeded to kiss Brenda and suck her perky tits. She grabbed his ass and ground her pussy against his cock until he put it inside. I tried to move back on the bed a few inches to get a better view, but Brenda grabbed my arm and pulled me to her. She writhed and moaned, begging Kurt to fuck her harder. He, happy to oblige, rammed his cock in and out of her soaking pussy. Brenda cried out and came. What a screamer! Neither Kurt nor I had come during this interlude, but we had a great time with Brenda. She got dressed and kissed me good-bye. I promptly got back into bed and fucked Kurt until we came together. What a graduation present!

—T. C., Indiana

Blame It on Reno

A couple of months ago, my fiancé, Sam, and I took our first vacation together to Reno, Nevada. The first two evenings were really fun, but in no way could they compare to the final night. Sam was on an incredible roll at the blackjack table. By the time he quit, he was up $2,500. Upon celebrating his win, he looked at me, and said, “This money is going to fulfill your wildest fantasy.” The first thought that came to my mind was that I’d always wanted to go to a brothel. Although I have never had any trouble getting men or women, the thought of picking through a large group of women, paying for one, and knowing she’d do anything I wanted was extremely exciting. It didn’t take long to find out where the best whorehouse in the city was.

When we got there, it was better than I ever could have imagined. As we walked into the large lounge area, there were sexy and beautiful women everywhere. It was thrilling to have them staring at me, walking by me, and saying “Hello” while intentionally brushing against me. The eagerness on their faces showed how much they wanted to be with us. While Sam was dealing with the woman in charge, I made my rounds, looking at all our hot options. I was already so turned on with anticipation, I could feel my pussy getting moist. Then I looked back at the doorway, and there stood my fantasy. She was absolutely breathtaking. She was wearing a cherry red teddy with a black garter belt, matching nylons, and black spike heels. Her silky dark hair lightly covered her firm breasts, exposing just enough of them for me to know I had to see more. She wouldn’t take her piercing blue eyes off me, looking at me as though she knew exactly what I needed. I approached her, and said, “You’re the most exciting thing here. I guarantee, tonight will not seem like work.” She replied, “I knew that the second I saw you walk in.”

She introduced herself as Yolanda and invited Sam and me back to her room. By the way she carried herself and by the way other people were treating her at this house, it was clear that she had a certain prestige. When we got to her room, Sam and I sat on the bed and instructed her to do a striptease for us, which she gladly did. She slowly pulled her teddy down, exposing her mouth-watering tits. Then Yolanda dropped the teddy to her ankles. Seeing her closely shaved and hot pussy put me over the edge. Judging by the bulge in Sam’s pants, he was loving it as much as I was. Yolanda approached me and started slowly undressing me, at the same time giving me gentle kisses all over my body. Feeling turned on, we pushed Sam onto the bed and stripped him naked. As his rock-hard dick stood at attention, Yolanda and I licked and sucked him together, our tongues occasionally meeting. That was driving me wild, and my pussy started aching for attention. Yolanda then led us into the Jacuzzi on the other side of the room.

She immediately started sucking my rock-hard nipples while her fingers found their way to my throbbing snatch. I lifted myself onto the edge of the tub, spreading my legs wide open. As soon as she put her lips on my pussy, I went crazy. It was the most erotic feeling I have ever experienced. I guess practice makes perfect. While Yolanda was eating me up, Sam went behind her and thrust his cock deep inside her meaty pussy. She was making the most satisfied and sexy moans. It was such a turn-on. After playing around in the Jacuzzi for a while, I grabbed their hands and led them back to the bed. I was dying to taste Yolanda’s sweet juices. I had her lie on the edge of the bed while I probed every crevice of her cunt with my fingers and tongue. Sam rubbed and sucked her tits, then inserted his stiff shaft into her mouth. She went wild and started screeching and bucking against my hand. Within seconds my hand was drenched with her come, her face showing total ecstasy. She said, “Believe it or not, I haven’t climaxed like that in years!”

Yolanda proceeded to pour warm oil over my body, then she and Sam rubbed their hands over every inch of me. The feeling of four hands rubbing my skin was incredible. Yolanda would rub her tits on mine, then rub them on Sam. Then she lowered her pussy onto my tits and slid up and down from my tits to my snatch. The mood was playful and fun, but so intense.

Yolanda pulled out a strap-on dildo and stuck it into my mouth. I love being fucked in my mouth and my cunt at the same time. She was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I remember gasping for air at times. My pussy started quivering, and then I experienced the most exhilarating climax. Yolanda said my come literally shot right out of me, soaking her dildo and dripping down onto her own snatch. I quickly tried to pull myself together because it was Sam’s turn to reach ecstasy. I eagerly went to work, sucking and stroking his dick while Yolanda licked his entire body and talked erotically in his ear. I bent over the edge of a table, and Sam thrust his dick into me from behind. Listening to his moans, I knew he was about to come, so I pulled him out and had him shoot his wad in my mouth.

We lay on the bed for a while, softly rubbing and kissing. We knew the time was running out. Afterward, Sam asked me if my fantasy was as good as I thought it would be. All I could say was that we are going to have the most exciting and erotic life together. One fantasy down, many more to go.

—K. S., Minnesota

Three’s Company

Your magazine has been instrumental in solving a problem that my husband and I had for the last six years of our eight-year marriage. Your article on troilism and the “Forum” letter describing a sexual encounter with a woman hitchhiker combined to provide the solution. Perhaps it will be of interest to others.

I married my husband when I was quite young and a virgin. The marriage caused me to cut short my college career after barely beginning. Within two years I began to resent the marriage because it had happened too soon. It had denied me the sexual experimentation that I had always believed to be an intrinsic part of a college education. This resentment culminated in an arrangement to have a motel owner send me lovers during weekends that my husband was away. I sexually satisfied over a dozen men, but strong feelings of guilt prevented me from reaching an orgasm. Your troilism article caused me to realize that while I desired sex with other men, I could not gain any satisfaction without my husband’s participation.

After disclosing the motel affairs to my sympathetic and intelligent husband, I have, for the past few months, enjoyed sexual threesomes with hitchhikers. Our method, though clumsy and self-conscious at first, is really quite simple and very exciting. We have an automobile that seats three in the front. A U.S. Marine training base some distance from our home provides an abundance of young, handsome, and clean hitch-hikers. A touch on my husband’s leg signals my approval of the hitchhiker and the start of our mutual seduction.

It is not difficult to get a young Marine involved in a chat about sex. We encourage this by telling him of our own experiences, and never fail to mention troilism. The conversation is deftly directed to my legs, and my husband raises my skirt to demonstrate his point. Then, illuminated either by daylight or a dashboard light, our young friend is treated to a view of sexy panties or the very smooth mound of a shaven pubis. The dialogue of sex increases, as do my passions.

Then my husband starts to masturbate me, in partial view of our new friend. This is not enough to encourage assistance from my right. It takes a whispered “Play with me, too,” which almost always results in the man starting to fondle my breasts. There seems to be a universal aversion to one man touching another, even while both are being satisfied by the same woman.

When I sense that our hitchhiker is aroused, I will have intercourse with him in the backseat while my husband drives and listens. Several times I have found the man to be so exciting that we spend the evening in a motel, during which time the only limit is our joint imagination.

Our threesomes are lessening in frequency, from two or three an evening to about once a month. I feel that I have made up for lost time, and now it is just another sexual variation to us—important, but not our prime outlet.

—Name and address withheld

A Voyeur’s Dream

I am an incorrigible exhibitionist. Within a reasonable margin of safety, I love to show off my body in some sexy fashion. It may be my bouncing tits in a partially unbuttoned blouse, or much of a leg. It is exciting to see men’s surprise and wanton looks.

The other day, my fetish got the better of me with thrillingly satisfying results. My husband, Paul, and I hosted a meeting of Little League baseball umpires in our house. There were about a dozen men and two women. As the talks proceeded, I offered some hors d’oeuvres and drinks and then joined the group. Charlie sat across from me. He is a single parent and has a wonderful relationship with his and all the other kids.

Soon I realized that his eyes frequently dropped to view my legs. I also saw he was the only one in a position to see more. With increasing heartbeat, I casually opened my legs a bit. He noticed. I changed my sitting position slightly and showed him more of my inner thigh. I wore a short skirt. Then I covered my lap with a bunch of papers while, with one hand under this cover, I teased my inner thigh and slowly moved up to my crotch, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I caught him looking intently and smiled at him. He blushed.