Crowd Scenes

In This Sex Olympics It’s Spain—3; Brazil—1

I‘m a twenty-year-old sophomore at a prestigious California university. During my freshman year, I became acquainted with two other students from my country, Spain. We became close friends immediately because we like the same things—tight pussies, big tits and juicy clits.

During finals week, Facundo, Carlos and I decided to rent an apartment on the beach for the summer and the following year. Our exams were over on a Wednesday and all three of us were filled with mixed feelings. We were none too pleased with the outcome of our exams, but we were anxiously anticipating an enjoyable summer on the beach that was to begin sooner than we expected. On our third night at the beach, we decided to go out dancing and, hopefully, to find some obliging pussy.

When we arrived at the disco, we were feeling pretty loose as a result of several joints apiece. We were there no more than fifteen minutes when this brown-eyed she-devil slithered up to Carlos. She said nothing, but grabbed his hand and led him out to the dance floor. Facundo and I scanned the place for the same kind of action, but things looked dismal.

The song ended and Carlos and the girl returned. He introduced her to us as Andrea and, as it turned out, she was Brazilian. She must have taken an immediate liking to Carlos, for her right hand was down the back of his pants, tweaking and rubbing his ass. Carlos was reciprocating by rubbing his fingers up and down her hot little crack through the material of her dress. He was also showing off a huge bulge in his trousers. This little Brazilian gal, who turned out to be eighteen years old, was dressed so sensuously that Facundo and I were on the verge of whipping out our love tools and jacking off right there. She wore a black slit skirt that showed off the most supple calves and thighs I have ever seen. Her red Spandex top was about to rip apart as her big and beautifully shaped tits strained against the material.

Our conversation began as small talk but soon turned to the subject of sex. She made several direct suggestions and, the longer the conversation lasted, the bigger and longer our cocks grew. The more they bulged in our pants, the more she licked her lips—staring at our cocks all the while. At one point, she turned to Carlos and said that she would like to go someplace more quiet. Carlos agreed readily and was about to abandon Facundo and me, but Andrea declared that she would like to be alone with all three of us at the same time.

Normally, it takes fifteen minutes to get from the disco to our apartment, but that night we made it in five. Andrea and Carlos sat in back of my Camaro, feeling each other up, while Facundo and I rode in silence, listening to the impassioned moans of those two sex-starved humans.

Once inside our apartment, we went wild. We stood at arm’s length from her as she stripped slowly in front of us. Then, one by one, she undressed us, licking and nipping every inch of our naked flesh. When we were all naked, she returned to Carlos, whom she had stripped first, and began to stroke his ten-and-three-quarter-inch hunk of meat. She licked and sucked his glans and parted the tip with her hot tongue. Meanwhile, Carlos was running his hands through her hair. Suddenly, he grabbed her head and impaled his thick spear into her mouth. She gagged a little at first and then began a serious effort to deep-throat him. All the while, Facundo and I watched in fascination as all of Carlos’s swollen prick gradually disappeared between her glossed lips. If she liked his ten inches, she was going to love Facundo’s eleven and positively idolize my twelve.

She did about a dozen deep strokes and stopped abruptly, feeling Carlos’s dick swell with his jism. She kissed it lightly on the tip and turned her attention to Facundo’s mighty monster. She moistened it and then took it into her mouth. She took it out again and began to rub it against her huge tits. Moaning with pleasure, she squeezed her tits together around his sausage and proceeded to tit-fuck him. As she did this, I used my unique powers of concentration and stayed a limp five inches. When it was my turn, I noticed a slight frown of disappointment as she looked at my dangling soft meat. She looked into my eyes as if to say, “Is this all you have to offer me?”

“Suck me,” I said, “and while you do so, close your eyes and fantasize about sucking something bigger.” She obeyed. The warmth of her tight mouth and the sharpness of her teeth were too much. When she opened her eyes, my cock was at its full twelve-inch size. What she saw made her eyes bulge with joy. As she continued to suck and gurgle, she began to hand-job my two friends. After about five minutes of this, she stopped everything and begged us to fuck her hard and good.

Well, chivalry is not dead and our Latin upbringing demanded that we aid someone in distress. Carlos lay on his back. His thick pole was jutting up from his groin. As Andrea straddled him, she massaged and rubbed her tits, while I rubbed Carlos’s pulsating bazooka on her clit and juicy lips. Slowly she let herself down on him as I guided it in. She was so hot and ready that her juices cascaded down his shaft and balls. Facundo then positioned himself over Carlos’s face, in front of Andrea. Without any hesitation, she hungrily devoured his sizzling sausage. I began to lubricate her tight ass with my tongue, preparing her threshold for my stage-center entrance.

Andrea began to moan throatily as I slowly penetrated her tight asshole. Her twat must have been sizzling, for I could feel it contracting around Carlos’s pecker. With one violent thrust, I reamed her rear hole. At first, our rhythm was awkward, but the four of us soon got it together and fucked away harmoniously for what seemed hours. All of a sudden, she began to shake violently, and I could feel her cunt pulsing and throbbing at a hectic rate. Carlos and I slowed down to give her a rest, and when she relaxed again, we were back to poking her from everywhere. She couldn’t get enough. My God! This woman had over thirty-three inches of cock in her and she wanted more!

We each fucked her twice that night in the same fashion— with all of us giving it to her at once. The second time, Facundo pulled out just in time to unload all over her face. She thirstily lapped it up, rolling her tongue around to slurp up every available drop. Then she rolled off Carlos and simultaneously pulled her ass away from my cock. I promptly began to eat her luscious cunt, while Facundo and Carlos played with her glorious tits. She had a smile that split her face from ear to ear. Then she did something we never expected. She reached for the phone and dialed with trembling hands.

Twenty minutes later, we were joined by her seventeen-year-old sister and another girl who looked about sixteen. What ensued was absolute mayhem. We fucked ourselves silly, all six of us. Around two in the morning, we were pretty hyper and really sweaty, so we went down to the Jacuzzi and continued to fuck around. These girls were insatiable and, after a two-month dry spell, we were, too.

We finally collapsed in the living room of our apartment, utterly exhausted. The girls left around three in the afternoon, after another round of sexual fun. Since then, they have moved to an apartment in the same building as ours, and we see them often. It looks like this summer is going to be the best since our sexual awakening, and our only wish is that it may never end. Well, I have to sign off now. Andrea and Company have just walked in and it looks like they mean business—I mean pleasure.—J.M.C., Irvine, California

FIVE-CENT RAISE IN PAY LEADS TO A GREAT LAY

I recently gave a party that was supposed to be quite innocent. It was just to celebrate a stupid little five-cent raise I’d received. At the store where I work, no one else got a raise, so when I got a whole nickel, we thought it was some kind of a joke. I bought the wine, Mindy bought some beer, and Tim just brought himself and a deck of cards. I invited a few other fellow employees but they didn’t show up. That was their mistake.

It started with Tim and I drinking just about all the wine as we waited for Mindy to show up. (She works the late shift at the store.) Tim and I were pretty bombed, so Mindy had to catch up. She drank two six-packs within forty-five minutes!

We started playing a little poker and Tim suggested that we pick up from where we had left off at our Christmas party. Mindy said, “Not strip poker!” and Tim said, “That’s right! You didn’t come to the Christmas party and we want you to see how much fun we had!” “Not yet!” Mindy screamed. “Just give me a few more drinks and a little time.”

Well, she got pretty smashed and the three of us started playing strip poker. Mindy and I soon lost much of our clothes, and Tim didn’t lose any. Why were we girls having all the bad luck? After a few more hands, we were down to practically nothing and Tim was fully dressed. I watched him deal the next hand and, sure enough, he was cheating! “And what do we do to cheaters?” Mindy said. “Get even,” I said. So we pulled Tim to the floor and started ripping off his clothes. He fought at first, but we could tell he was loving it.

We wrestled around on the floor for a while, stopping for a few kisses and feels as we tried to get Tim’s clothes off. Finally he said, “OK, I won’t fight you off. Go ahead and rape me.” And we did! Just as we pulled off his pants, Mindy and I saw the biggest, most beautifully shaped cock we’ve ever seen. Mindy grabbed it and started licking it like a kid with an ice cream cone. Man, what a hunk of meat! “I want some of that, too!” I said. So there we were, fighting over Tim’s cock. I couldn’t believe it!

Mindy finally made room for me and we then took turns sucking off Tim. He shot his load in Mindy’s mouth and crawled over to me, pillowed himself on my soft boobs and sucked on them like a baby. I saw his member grow hard again and I suggested that he put it to use. He slipped my panties off me and rammed his giant cock into my box. I thought I was going to go through the floor! Meanwhile, Mindy was getting jealous, sitting and waiting for this to end, so she lay on the floor and masturbated. We all came at the same time, screaming louder than the stereo.

“Now it’s my turn to be fucked,” Mindy said. Tim moved over to her and started feeling every inch of her long slender body. While they were getting it on, I stood up and dressed. I’d never spent such a night with my fellow employees or anybody else!—Name and address withheld

DOCTORS TEAM UP TO CURE NURSE’S ITCH

I am a nurse in the gynecology section of a large metropolitan hospital in the South. My duty shift lasts from eleven at night to seven in the morning. During these quiet hours, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a sexual encounter with a gynecologist. I’ve worked with many of them, of course, and these doctors certainly seemed to know everything about the female anatomy.

One night, my fantasy came true, and it was even better than I’d thought. It began about midnight. As I was charting my patients’ vital signs, I noticed one of the resident doctors in the nurses’ station gazing at my legs. I pretended not to see him, but turned a little to afford him a fuller view of my shapely legs and crotch. I could tell by the bulge in his scrub pants that he was interested. Soon, an intern walked over to him, and the doctors conversed in a whisper. They began to kid me about how “such a nice-looking” nurse got such an odd shift to work. Then one of the doctors asked if I had ever experienced nitrous oxide (laughing gas). When I said I hadn’t, they did not have to do much convincing before the three of us had slipped upstairs to a quiet delivery room and I was lying on an operating room table, breathing a mixture of nitrous oxide and pure oxygen.

I was feeling great when one of the doctors suggested that my legs should be in the stirrups and my hands strapped out to the sides, so I would not fall off the table. As my legs were placed in the stirrups, my skirt rose above my thighs. Four eager hands were then undressing me. As my mind began to clear, I felt my white panty hose being removed; then the zipper and buttons on my dress were undone. Soon I was wearing only bra and panties. At this point, the mask was placed back over my nose and I felt great again after several breaths. Since my arms were bound to the table, it was difficult for the two men to remove my bra, although they had no difficulty with my panties, which were already soaked with my juices. They cut away my bra with surgical scissors. I was really getting hot and high at the same time.

Completely nude and helpless, I felt shaving cream being smeared over my pubic area. Then I was being carefully shaved by the intern, and the resident was sucking my nipples. When the shave was complete, the resident came around to stand between my widespread legs and ordered the intern to the head of the table to continue administering the gas. I could feel the resident’s hands spread my labia and pull the clitoral hood out of the way of my now protruding clitoris. The juices from my cunt ran down my buttocks and onto the floor as the resident mouthed my clitoris—sucking, tonguing, and chewing for what seemed like hours. He licked up and down my cunt lips and around my clitoris, until I was begging him to fuck me.

Finally, the resident dropped his scrub pants and unceremoniously began to ram into me again and again with his throbbing penis. Just as I was about to come, he removed his penis from my vagina and greased my anus with some Vaseline. He then began to ram his big thick rod into my ass. The intern, meanwhile, had shed his scrub clothes, climbed on top of me, and shoved his stiff cock into my mouth as he went down on me in a 69 position and the resident continued to fuck my ass. The fantastic feeling I had is indescribable—the nitrous, the cock in my mouth, the one in my ass, and my cunt being devoured in new and inventive ways!

Believe it or not, we all came simultaneously, which left me with come in my mouth and my rectum, and with me screaming in ecstasy. As the two doctors laughingly told me later, I made so much noise when I screamed that they became afraid of being discovered, and so they gave me one-hundred-percent oxygen, woke me up, and handed me some scrub clothes to put on (my uniform was in shreds). Later, when I was back at my station, I explained to the other nurses that my uniform had been soiled by a very sick patient. I got away with it—and I’d learned that gynecologists really do know their territory, just as I’d suspected.—Name and address withheld

FRIENDS THAT ORGY TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER

During my first week back home from college last spring, my best friend threw a big party. As the party progressed, a group of eight of us was getting along particularly well, and we all agreed to stay after the party broke up.

By one-thirty in the morning, everyone else had left, and the eight of us sat down and talked about how amazing it was that we had become so close in just one evening, particularly since many of us had been complete strangers when the party began. The group consisted of myself, my two best friends from high school, John and Butch; a friend of John’s, named Stephen; an ex-girlfriend of mine from high school, named Julie; Julie’s friend Laura; and two girls who went to college with John, named Cindy and Heidi. I would say that all four of us guys would be considered good-looking, and the four girls were definitely foxy.

Well, someone suggested we play truth-or-dare, and we all thought that it sounded like fun. The questions started off pretty tame, but when someone asked me who in the room I would most like to kiss, I said I would show them rather than tell them. Then I walked over to my old girlfriend, Julie, and pushed her down on her back. Before she could react, I lay on top of her and gave her the French kiss that I’d been longing to give her during the whole year I’d been away at college.

About half an hour after this, our game degenerated into a discussion of sex.

After a while, I guess, we all got horny from the discussion, and we were all definitely drunk, so when Butch suggested that the eight of us could probably pair off into twosomes that would be acceptable to everyone, we agreed to give it a try. To avoid hurting anyone’s feelings, we agreed that the four guys would each write down the names of their first two choices, and after comparing them to be sure that each girl was chosen at least once, we would give the list to the girls, who would then go and make the final selections.

I chose Julie, whom I had never slept with, despite eight months of going together, and I named Heidi as my second choice.

After about ten minutes, the girls came back and said that they had made their selections. Before telling us who the pairs would be, however, they wanted to play strip poker. Naturally, we guys thought that was a great idea.

Let me tell you, seeing those four beautiful women slowly undressing as the game progressed, and not knowing which one I would soon be making love to, was one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had. Before long, Laura, Cindy and Heidi were gloriously naked, as were Stephen and John. Julie, Butch and I were down to our undergarments. Butch lost the next hand, and as soon as he removed his jockey shorts, Heidi crawled across the circle and began kissing and caressing him.

Although the original plan called for each couple to go to a separate room, that idea was quickly forgotten. Julie pulled off her panties, then nearly tore off my boxers, and suddenly I lost track of what everyone else was doing.

She and I immediately went to a 69 position, and the sweet taste of Julie’s pussy nearly drove me crazy, as did the skillful work of her mouth. I shot my first wad in about a minute, but I kept sucking and nibbling on Julie’s love box until she was screaming in ecstasy. By now, I was hard again. Julie quickly climbed on top of me, and we fucked together for the first time. Before I could come again, though, she climbed off and Heidi climbed on. Then Julie sat on my face. Although this obscured my view of Heidi’s large and totally tanned tits, I didn’t complain.

Soon the whole scene turned into a huge orgy, and I began losing track of just whom I was fucking, sucking, or being sucked by. I do remember that Cindy had the tightest little cunt I’d ever had the pleasure to enter, and that I was extremely surprised to find that Laura, who had seemed like such a shy girl, was multiorgasmic.

The most pleasurable experience of the night for me was being expertly deep-throated by Heidi, whose shaved pussy was the sweetest I have tasted. And Cindy was definitely the most energetic lover I’ve ever had, bouncing up and down on me like a jackhammer, with someone else’s come smeared all over her jiggling breasts.

There is, however, one sad aspect to this episode. I’m convinced that my friend, John, is losing his mind. I say this because he actually took a ten-minute break from the action to shoot two rolls of color slides of us, individually, in pairs, and as a group, from every angle, performing every imaginable act. Of course, I may change my mind about his insanity after I see the slides.—Name and address withheld

GAIL, DONNA AND JOE TEACH HARRY TO GET DOWN

My name is Harry. I never read your magazine until my present wife asked me to. Once I began reading the letters you publish, I got hooked on them. So I thought I would jot a few lines about what happened to me between marriages.

After I received the final judgment on my former marriage, I was invited to join a well-known club so I could meet people and try to get rid of my blues. After a few nights at the club, I got to know Gail, one of the waitresses, and asked her for a date. We met the next evening and went to an X-rated movie, then to her apartment for the night. And this was where I learned more about sex than I ever had before.

When we arrived at Gail’s apartment, we had a few drinks. She lit up a joint and asked if I wanted to smoke it with her. Since I’d never used the stuff, I refused. I just took another drink. Then she went in to shower, saying that she was hot from having seen the movie earlier. When she returned, she practically attacked me and said she wanted to “get it on.” We started French kissing and she began rubbing my cock through my pants. Then she wanted me to take a shower. I didn’t want to, but I did anyway.

When I came out of the shower, Gail was lying on the rug. Her legs were spread apart and she was playing with her pussy and pulling her nipples. She just looked at me and said, “Eat me out!” I had to admit to her that I had never done that before, but she just laughed and said that she would coach me. Well, I was scared at first and my stomach turned over several times before I got up to her pussy and started licking and sucking on it. God, that first taste of cunt juice tasted good! She kept telling me what to do next, and after about a half hour of this, I shot my wad all over the rug. When she saw that, she told me to turn around so she could suck my cock hard again. Well, after she’d been giving me head for about fifteen minutes, the damn doorbell rang.

Gail went to answer the door in her birthday suit. I was grabbing for my pants when two of her friends, a girl and a guy, walked in. To my surprise, Gail immediately told them about my never having eaten pussy before. They got a big charge out of hearing this. Then she introduced me to her friends. Their names were Joe and Donna. Gail lit another joint and they passed it among them. After a few drags, Donna suggested that I eat Gail’s pussy again. She said that she had done it many times and that she would get down and show me the most sensitive areas of Gail’s pussy.

Well, for a while, Donna and I were both tonguing Gail’s pussy. Donna was a good teacher, too. But then, Joe began to eat her pussy and she rolled over and began to play with my cock and Joe’s at the same time. Then Joe turned around so Gail could suck his cock and Donna went down on me. I came first and it was a while longer before Joe shot his wad. The two girls French kissed with our sperm in their mouths and, while they were kissing, some of it started to run out of their mouths. Joe got up there and began to lick up the overflow. When I saw this, I felt a little sick. I just closed my eyes and kept eating Gail’s pussy.

Later on, Joe wanted me to suck his cock. I refused and said that pussy-eating is as close as I’ll get to sucking cock. Then he wanted to suck mine and I told him, “No way.” I spent the whole weekend with them, sucking pussy and fucking. It was a weekend that I’ll never forget.

Gail, Donna, Joe and myself spent several other wild weekends together after that, and sometimes there were more participants than just the four of us. But I never ate anyone’s pussy but Gail’s and Donna’s, because I knew that they would coach me if I went at it wrong.

Gail also used to drive over to my apartment some nights and, once in a while, Donna would come with her. I often found them eating one another out when I walked in from work. Once when they were there, my ex-wife dropped in unexpectedly. They really got on her. When Gail asked her if she would like to have her cunt eaten, my ex-wife departed at a full run. She never did come back to my apartment without calling first.

Well, I don’t know what’s happened to Gail, but if she reads this, it will ring a bell for her and she’ll know that what she taught me has really changed my outlook on sex.—Name and address withheld

HORNY COED ENJOYS GANG SEX WITH FRAT PACK

I am a student at a small college. I don’t claim to be a model, but I feel I am good-looking and have an admirable body. A month ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of five years, with whom I had a fairly active sex life. He was the first person I ever had any sexual relationship with.

Last weekend, I was sitting in the dorm, feeling lonesome and horny. I noticed a sign on the bulletin board, announcing a fraternity party, and I decided to go.

When I got to the frat house, it was so crowded that I figured I would only stay long enough to have a beer. When I wandered down to the basement there were about ten guys standing around playing a drinking game. One of them asked if I wanted to join in. When I declined, he quit the game to talk to me.

After about an hour of talking and beer drinking, I began to feel a bit loose. At their repeated invitation, I joined the guys in playing their drinking game, which they called “buzz.” It went on awhile and we were all quite drunk when I realized I was the only girl still at the party—along with nearly a dozen horny studs. I said I should get going, but they asked me not to, suggesting that we play just a little longer. I was hesitant, but since each of those guys was kind of cute, I figured that if I stayed, the worst I could do would be to wind up with a cute date for the rest of the night.

The game went on for about another half hour, and soon after, I found myself on the third floor with the winner. We fooled around for about ten minutes, and then undressed each other. I was cock-hungry as a bitch in heat, and I immediately went for his with my lips. It took only about ten seconds for me to bring him off. To my pleasant surprise, I had an orgasm myself.

As I was wiping the overflow of his come, from my chin, I looked up and saw two other guys standing naked over me. At first I was scared, but then I got excited and went for one of their cocks. The other fellow proceeded to fuck my boiling cunt. It had been so long since my last screwing that I was in ecstasy, having a cock in my mouth and another in my cunt. I bucked like a bronco and soon reached my second orgasm, but I still continued sucking and fucking.

Then I heard more voices. Seven other guys were waiting in line. I had never had group sex before, but I was so hot by now that I would have taken on the entire fraternity. The brother whose cock was in my cunt shot off when the other guy pulled out of my mouth and covered my face and hair with come. It didn’t take long for someone else to shove his cock in my mouth, but I also felt someone spreading my buns apart and rubbing some K-Y jelly around my asshole. I started to protest when he drilled my rear entrance so deep that I thought his dick would hit the one in my mouth. I reached an incredible climax that was better than ever before.

I was in seventh heaven when a third guy positioned himself underneath me and plugged my already come-saturated cunt. I pumped back and forth furiously for my three guests. As soon as one would come, he would immediately be replaced by someone else, and I had orgasm after orgasm.

At various times, I reached around me and grabbed one or two cocks to play with by hand. That night and morning, I took on all ten of them at least twice, and they deluged my face and tits with semen. Two of them took me back to my dorm the next morning and escorted me to my room. I thanked them and gave each a good-bye kiss.

I haven’t been back to the frat house yet, but if any of those guys read this, I promise to return—and next time, I’m going to do the whole fraternity.—––V.T., Buffalo, New York

GROUP GETS INTO THE SWIM AND DIVES INTO EACH OTHER AT SPLASHY POOL PARTY

I read your magazine regularly, and I, too, have had an experience that I’d like to tell the world about.

It happened when my wife and I attended a Christmas party at the home of the president of the company where I work. He had invited fifteen people from the company, and a few key suppliers, for a formal dinner. As my wife, Sharon, and I discovered, the president’s home is very big. Among its luxuries are an enclosed swimming pool, a whirlpool, sauna and steamroom, a game room and bar, plus a gymnasium with a basketball court and an exercise room.

After dinner, our host announced that the house would be open for any activities we desired.

Sharon and I went out to the pool. There were people swimming already, and two couples were in the whirlpool. Swimsuits were available in the dressing rooms. I put on a pair of bikini briefs and waited for Sharon, who soon emerged in a white, halter-style maillot that was cut low between her breasts and in back, it barely covered her ass. Sitting in the whirlpool, we made small talk with the others. The men seemed to pay a lot of attention to us, and I soon noticed why. Sharon’s suit was virtually transparent when wet—her tits and pussy were plainly visible. I couldn’t blame them for gawking—Sharon is twenty-six, five-foot-seven, one hundred and six pounds; her measurements are 34-22-34, with a C-cup bra.

After we hurriedly left the pool, Sharon put a towel around her and sat on a chaise lounge. In a few minutes, her suit was dry and opaque again. I asked if there were other suits available. “None that fit me,” she said.

I went to get some drinks, and when I returned, I saw a woman running topless around the edge of the pool. A few men and women were swimming nude. Sharon was standing in the water with some men. When she came out of the pool to get her drink, she didn’t bother to put on a towel—she just stood and drank, while everyone who was interested watched. I asked Sharon what I had missed while I was at the bar. She said that there were no more bathing suits, and some people were swimming in their underwear, and some were naked. Sharon also said that Ray, a man in the pool, had already given her a drink. She then swigged down the one that I had brought her. “I’m just starting to feel really good,” she said. “Would you mind getting me another drink before we go swimming?”

Just as I returned, Sharon and Ray walked out of a cabana. She said that she’d had to go to the washroom, and that Ray had guarded the door for her. All this time, the pool kept filling up with people, until there were more naked and half-naked people than ones wearing swimsuits.

Sharon and I entered the pool together, but before long, we became separated. When I finally located her, she was standing in the shallow water with Ray and two other men. I could see her tits and nipples through her suit from the other side of the pool, so I could easily imagine the marvelous view that those three guys had. Suddenly, Ray kissed her and started squeezing and playing with her breasts. As I was about to swim over to Sharon, a naked woman tapped my shoulder and said that I was “it,” because I was wearing a bathing suit. She said I had to remove my suit and then tag someone else who had one on. She pulled my suit down to my thighs, and watched me as I took it all the way off. I was swimming toward Sharon when another lady, with a suit on, passed me. I tore off her suit and told her the rules.

As I started swimming again, a woman grabbed my prick and said that her name was Jane and she wanted to fuck. At the same time, Sharon was leaving the pool with the three men. Her suit was stretched out of shape, so that one tit was completely exposed to the night air.

As Jane wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I started fucking her like wild. She was kissing my face, licking my ears and pulling my hair as I squeezed her tits and pumped my cock into her like crazy.

While enjoying my aquatic fuck with Jane, I saw Sharon sitting on the chaise lounge. Ray and the other two men stood in front of her. She pulled down Ray’s swimsuit. She grasped his cock and started kissing it, at the same time rubbing his balls. Ray reached behind Sharon’s neck and undid her suit, releasing her other breast. Ray’s two male friends removed their suits and helped Sharon out of hers. She lay back on the chaise, and Ray mounted her, inserting his stiff cock into her pussy. The other men stuck their pricks into her face and started working on them as Ray pumped away.

Ray must have come quickly. Hardly two minutes had passed when I saw him getting off Sharon. One of the other fellows quickly took his place. Sharon started licking Ray’s limp cock as well as the third man’s hard one. Just then, I felt myself releasing into Jane, who kept her legs around my waist for a few more minutes before swimming away without so much as a goodbye.

When I got to Sharon, she had gobs of semen smeared all over her hair, face, tits, stomach and pubic mound. She smiled when she saw me and promptly took my cock into her mouth. The three men were gone, but another guy was jacking off, ready to come on Sharon’s belly and breasts. She grabbed his cock, and he instantly shot all over her. I felt I was ready to pop, but I didn’t want only to be blown, so I pulled my pecker out of her mouth and slipped it into her sloppy pussy. I pumped a few times before depositing my load.

As we walked to the pool to dive in and wash off, I could see globs of come trickling slowly down along Sharon’s legs. Once in the pool, we washed each other off and watched the other people.

During the rest of the evening, we each had plenty of hot sex with other people. Sharon had seven men enter her pussy, including me and the company president. I fucked three other women besides Sharon and Jane. When we left, our host thanked us for coming and invited us to a “super” New Year’s Eve party, saying it would last at least a day. He said he wanted to give Sharon something by which to remember the evening, and he presented her with the white swimsuit she had worn. He told her that she had really looked good in it—and out of it, too. If the New Year’s party is as good as this one was, I might have another story to share with you.—Name and address withheld

HOT-TO-TROT FRIENDS BECOME FAST-PACED FIVESOME

I have been reading Penthouse Letters now for two years and have often doubted some of the stories—up till now, that is! I’m twenty-one, married, and I live a comfortable life. My wife, Rose, is twenty and has black hair, brown eyes, and a fine body with firm tits and a nice thick bush. During our two years of marriage, we have discussed the possibility of swinging with other people but have always changed our minds for one reason or another.

Last week, however, a friend of mine, John, came over for dinner with his girlfriend, Liz. Rose has always been turned on by John, and I in turn dig Liz. During dinner, another friend, Denis, came by. After dessert and coffee, my wife complained that she did not feel well and went to lie down in our bedroom. The rest of us were in the living room, smoking a few joints and sipping some wine. John excused himself and went to the bathroom.

After a while, when John did not come back, I went to see if everything was all right. Finding the bathroom vacant, I looked in the bedroom and saw John sprawled on the bed with my wife holding his stiff prick in her hand. When John noticed me, he jumped up. But my wife grabbed him again, smiled at me and said, “No more reasons why we shouldn’t.” She then took his cock and sucked it into her mouth.

Not knowing how to react, I walked back to the living room to find Denis and Liz playing with each other on the floor. Denis was feeling Liz’s big tits. I was amazed! John was fucking around with my wife, Liz was fucking around with Denis, and I wasn’t fucking around with anybody! I watched Denis pull Liz’s pants down. He started to eat her hairy cunt. I couldn’t take any more. I whipped out my prick and stuck it in Liz’s mouth.

After a while, Denis and I switched positions. As I was eating Liz, I felt a warm mouth on my cock. It was Rose. John’s come was still dripping from her face. She was sucking me while John was fucking her pussy from behind, while I ate Liz and Liz blew Denis. After a few minutes, Denis couldn’t hold back and came all over Liz’s face. At this sight, I let a load fly into Rose’s mouth as John came in her cunt.

A while later, my wife leaned over and started sucking off Denis as we all watched. Denis came all over her tits. Then Liz sucked me for a while and John started fucking her in the ass— something that completely turned me on. John asked if I would like to give it a try and I quickly accepted his offer. Rose licked my cock to get it wet. My cock went straight in and I came within a minute. Everybody being spent, we decided to call it an evening but promised to get together again soon.—Name and address withheld

FINICKY PUSSIES FIND PERFECT FIT IN SHOE STORE

I am a twenty-year-old student at a West Coast university who just last week had an experience that gives me a “rock hard” every time I think about it—and I find myself thinking about it a lot. About two months ago I was short on funds, so I answered an ad and got a job selling shoes part-time at a local shopping plaza. This allows for plenty of girl watching but little else since our store’s clientele consists of eighty-year-old ladies.

Anyway, on Tuesday evenings it is my responsibility, and that of another part-timer, Don, to close up shop. Tuesday evenings are generally dull, as are most evenings when business is slow. However, this last Tuesday I received a call from someone who asked if it was true that the “Naturalizer always gives you a perfect fit.” The girl’s voice was sexy and her soft tone had me turned on in an instant. I said, “That all depends on what size you need,” and when she said eight wide, I told her I’d be able to help her “personally.” She said that was great and she’d be right down. I could hardly wait for her to arrive.

About an hour before closing, in walked two of the best-looking ladies I’ve ever laid eyes on. They were around twenty-one. The dark-skinned one had black hair, a nice set of lungs and an ass as tight as my boss come raise time. The other was a little taller and had a smile that would make a guy stand at attention. She was endowed with some nice big tits that were well displayed in her tightly stretched tank-top. On a scale of one to ten, these two lovelies were definitely elevens.

After a little small talk I showed them around and asked them if they saw anything they liked. The dark-haired girl said, “Yes, I called earlier about needing an eight wide. My name is Marta, and this is my friend Lori. She’ll need something that can fill an eighteen-inch box.” I suggested that Marta come in back and check out my stock in order to get a perfect fit. Lori would have to wait for Don to come back from his break.

Once in back, I could tell from the way Marta was staring at me that she’d have no trouble finding the style she wanted, so I decided it was time to make my move. I pulled her close, my hands cupping her tits, by which I could tell she only had on the dress, which was good because we didn’t have much time. She was moaning and shaking, and I knew she was dying to be fucked just as I was dying to fuck her. I slipped off her top and exposed the loveliest set of tanned tits, which I quickly sucked into raisins.

At this point I heard Don walking back from his break mumbling something about what a rip-off the next-door deli was, so I broke away from Marta and went out to talk to him. But Lori didn’t give me a chance; she literally jumped him, and they were going at it hot and heavy in an instant right in the middle of the sales floor. So I quickly lowered the front gate electronically, turned off the lights and went back to business.

Marta was super horny by now and was screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me,” working herself up into a furious frenzy. I slipped my pants down, freed my swollen cock and entered her glorious muff. She was awfully tight and I thought of offering her a shoehorn, but instead I was soon lying back and letting her lower herself onto my waiting timber. She bounced up and down on it with a vengeance till she had multiple orgasms and I blew an enormous load into her.

In the meanwhile I could hear that Don and Lori had finished, and Lori was saying that she usually had such a hard time finding something to fit. Fully satisfied, Marta eased herself off, and we went back in to join Lori and Don. The girls smiled and said, “See ya next week.” Don and I turned the lights back on, raised the gate and let them out. After straightening our ties, we were once again ready for business. I sure do like those Tuesday nights.—––J.D., San Diego, California

YOUNG SWINGERS TASTE SEASONED COCK AND CUNT AND CAN’T GET ENOUGH

Barbara and I are a couple who’ve been happily married for six years, and swinging for four of those years. We are in our twenties and we have restricted our swinging to those in, or near, our own age group. Until last month, that is.

In early summer we placed an ad with a photo of us in one of the national swingers’ publications, stating that we were bisexual and interested in similar couples or in single bi women, but we didn’t specify any age limitation. Within two weeks of the magazine’s publication, we received a total of seventeen responses, all but a few from people who lived too far away or who were too far-out in their sexual preferences.

One reply was from a fifty-two-year-old woman who wrote that she and her fifty-four-year-old husband were interested in meeting us for a look-each-other-over drink. Enclosed were two sharp color photos of them totally nude. Moreover, they lived less than five miles from us, both were bisexual and their time was quite flexible.

The following day I sent them a short note with our phone number and a request that they call as soon as possible. That was on Tuesday, and Thursday evening the woman called. Barbara spoke to her and set a date for us to meet them for cocktails on Saturday.

The couple, Glen and Evelyn, were pure British gentility. He was in the import business, and they had come to the United States eight years before with the intention of staying no more than six months. Once they had experienced the California weather, however, they decided to remain and planned to become citizens. Barbara and I were greatly impressed by their manner and speech and found them to be even more attractive in person than their photos had indicated. After downing two rounds of Scotch and soda, the four of us left in their car and in twenty minutes we reached their lovely condominium.

Glen put a tape on the stereo, Evelyn fixed the highballs and we sat down to drink and chat. There was no pressure on any of us, nor were any overt advances made until Barbara commented how much she had been impressed by Evelyn’s photo and I said something flattering about Glen’s genital endowment.

“Perhaps seeing the genuine article would be more satisfactory,” Evelyn said, rising from her chair. “Come, Glen, let us disrobe and be completely immodest.”

They disappeared into their bedroom and returned in a few minutes stripped to the buff. “We find nudity ever so comfortable and always go about the place like this in the evening and on the weekends,” Glen explained.

Limp, his cock hung down to an honest six inches, and I felt certain that it would swell to eight inches at least. Evelyn’s pubic hair was cropped quite close, though not shaved, and the lips of her cunt were plainly visible. Her eyes fastened on Glen’s cock, Barbara began removing her clothes, and I also started to undress.

Evelyn made the first move by grasping my cock gently and offering me her mouth. My right hand went to her cunt, my left to her breast, and we tongue-kissed fervently for a full minute, my cock rising to full erection immediately. Then Glen knelt in front of my wife, pushed her legs apart and tongued her clitoris lightly, his hands lovingly caressing her tits at the same time. Evelyn leaned down and expertly went to work on my cock. Barbara, moaning softly, pressed Glen’s head into her crotch, and in another minute she went into the ecstasy of a violent climax that seemed to last a long time. Then Glen took her to the bedroom.

Evelyn ceased sucking my cock, and we followed them to the bedroom, where our orgy got into full swing. Barbara guided Glen’s pulsating cock to her cunt, and he was soon fucking her with a steady rhythm. Evelyn asked me to lie on my back, and then she impaled herself on my cock, which penetrated her snug vagina right to my balls after a few lubricating strokes.

Being a gentleman, Glen made certain that Barbara enjoyed a solid orgasm before he exploded in her body, and the sight of her in a state of such intense gratification brought my own discharge gushing into Evelyn’s vagina as she grinded down to drain every last drop of steaming love juice from my cock.

Moving off my body, Evelyn bent down to kiss Barbara lightly on the mouth, and then she slowly kissed her way down her body until her face was between her legs. Tenderly, Evelyn licked the moist flesh for a few moments, and then she drew it into her mouth, sucking and swallowing her husband’s come with the help of Barbara, who was bearing down to force the fluid into her mouth.

Glen and I sat quietly watching the lesbian scene, and when Evelyn swung around to get into a 69 position with Barbara and Barbara began sucking her cunt hungrily, my cock rose slowly and was soon hard and stiff. Glen, too, was beginning to get erect, and, as if by prearranged signal, we reached for each other’s cock and were quickly fondling each other with frenzied motions. Our eyes met, and without having to say a word, we silently arranged ourselves on the bed, cock to mouth, and ardently gave each other head with wild abandon.

About ten minutes after Glen had been sucking my cock, Barbara and Evelyn began having a series of continuous orgasms. The incredibly exciting sounds that came from them at each release made me ejaculate. Just as my spurtings subsided, Glen’s warm come splashed onto my tongue. With his huge, thick cock filling my mouth, it felt as though he had discharged a torrent.

That ended our first visit with the Britishers. We’ve partied with Glen and his wife three times since that night and have also become acquainted with another middle-aged couple, Collier and Janet. Our advice to other young swingers is: Don’t sell older people short; you might be missing the most beautiful sexual experience of your lives!—Name and address withheld

MIDTERM STRAIN WIPED OUT IN SUCK-AND-FUCK FREE-FOR-ALL

After reading a recent issue of Penthouse Letters, I’m prompted to relate a wild incident that happened to me and some of my buddies at a small Pennsylvania college. We were first-semester freshmen and it was around the time of midterms. Everyone was tired of being bogged down with studying, so we decided to have some fun.

A friend of mine, Jeff, called his girlfriend at a neighboring girls’ dormitory and asked if she and her friends would like to take a break and smoke a few joints. They were willing, and in a matter of minutes four girls were outside the door of our apartment.

After a few casual hellos, Jerry lit up a bowl of some good Colombian. The girls had a few hits and began loosening up. They took their jackets off and made themselves comfortable.

About this time Jeff and his girlfriend, Lynn, grabbed a six-pack and said good night as they headed for the bedroom.

I took my cue from Jeff and started necking with a cute little blonde, Chris, who had the finest set of tits I’d ever seen. As I was caressing her hips, I was very aware of her large nipples peering out at me through her sweater.

By this time everyone had gotten into the act and paired off. Seeing that it was pretty crowded in the living room, I whispered something to Chris, and she eagerly followed me into Jeff’s room.

To our delight, Jeff and Lynn were lying nude on the bed. She had taken his swollen cock between her crimson lips and her head was wildly pumping in an up-and-down motion. Jeff smiled when he saw us enter the room, because he realized he now had an audience. I could feel Chris’s body trembling as a reaction to what she was witnessing and maybe in anticipation of what was to come.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I reached over and undid the front of her jeans. I could now feel her woolly wonder and she arched her hips forward in response to my caresses. Her wandering hands released my purple-helmeted soldier of pleasure.

Soon we were completely naked: I proceeded to stimulate her now-moist muff with my probing tongue. Her body shuddered violently with each stroke of my tongue and she was quickly approaching orgasm.

Suddenly she wrapped her legs around my head and released what seemed like a fountain of delicious juice into my thirsty mouth. She groaned in ecstasy. Then, after she’d moved down to take my throbbing cock into her mouth, Jeff appeared behind her and mounted her doggie-style with his ten-inch dick.

While I was leaning back in sheer pleasure, Lynn came over to me and lowered her luscious pink jewel box onto my waiting lips. Meanwhile Chris, who was enjoying her late-night snack, deep-throated my iron-hard member. We all came in what seemed like a mutual orgasm.

We were exhausted and covered with each other’s love juices, and Jeff suggested we go back out and smoke a few more joints. The girls threw on our bathrobes and we pulled on some jeans.

But we were in for a shock when we opened the bedroom door. Our two friends, Jim and Jerry, were having an orgy of their own. Jim was stroking his huge circumcised rod, and then he plunged it into the precious pussy of one of the girls. Jerry and a cute redhead were devouring each other in the 69 position.

Not at all disturbed by our presence, Jim, after pounding furiously, shot his hot come deep into the girl’s convulsing hole. When the other two were through, Jerry suggested we switch partners. Everyone agreed and we fucked long into the night. Around three o’clock in the morning, the girls insisted that they really had to get some studying done. We kissed them good-bye, promising to get together again sometime. I can’t wait until finals!—Name and address withheld

MOTORCYCLE FREAKS GIVE GIRLS A ROUGH RIDE DURING HELL-FOR-LEATHER FOURSOME

Until last spring I’d always had a low opinion of motorcycle freaks, because of the Hell’s Angels stereotype. But last April I changed my mind—lady’s prerogative, right? Anyway, I’d like to tell your readers how it happened.

My best friend, Candy, and I took a drive in my camper into the Virginia mountains last spring. After we’d set up camp, I looked out and saw two big guys on bikes pulling into the campsite next to ours. I turned to Candy and fearfully said that we ought to move before those guys tried to rape us. Candy suggested that we wait awhile to see if they’d move, but they didn’t, and by then we were too tired to find a new campsite before dark. When we stepped out, it was obvious that the guys hadn’t expected to have two sexy chicks camped next door because they both stopped in their tracks. Candy introduced herself and me, and we found out that their names were Doug and Eric. Doug, a tall, strong blond with blue eyes, was togged out from head to toe in jet-black leather, which glistened and rippled when he moved his beautiful, muscular body. Darker and with very rugged features, Eric was also tall and strong. He wore a tan jacket, brown riding breeches and tan knee boots.

Candy and I wanted to get to know them better, and so when they asked if we’d like to go riding with them, we jumped at the chance. Then Doug told us that we’d have to put on some leather before going riding, to protect our beautiful bods. Since he put it that way, we could hardly disagree. They had extra jackets with them and leather chaps that we were able to put on over our jeans.

In a few minutes we were all set. I slid down onto the bike saddle behind Doug and soon realized that I’d be pretty well jammed up against his ass. Before long I was holding on for dear life, and I began to appreciate the sensation of gripping him through his leather suit, which made me feel as if I were stroking his nude body. About then we rounded a turn and were leaning into the curve; I ended up grabbing Doug below the belt to keep my balance and was excited to learn that he was just as turned on as I was. His big cock was straining against the leather. I stroked the ample bulge and wished wildly that I could get my hand inside his tight jeans. By now the crotch of my jeans was becoming wet from my pussy’s love juices. Not only did I have this big, handsome guy locked in my arms, but also the motorcycle was vibrating under me like a huge electric dildo.

Soon we reached the mountaintop and stopped to rest. The guys spread out their sleeping bags. Then Doug, giving me a piercing look, said, “Why don’t you girls take off your regular clothes and then put the leathers back on? Leather isn’t just good for biking, you know. Besides, you’ll find it’s a tough chick who can take what we’re about to give you. When we fuck, it’s as physical as that run up the mountain was, but you both look like you can handle it and maybe dish out a little rough and tumble of your own.” They helped us out of our clothes, and I ended up wearing only a waist-length leather jacket, a pair of chaps belted tight at my waist (leaving my tail and crotch all exposed for Doug to play with) and a pair of knee boots. Candy wore the same things, except that she had on a skimpy vest instead of a jacket.

Doug and Eric, obviously excited by our outfits, began to fondle us feverishly. By the time Doug finally let me pull his cock out of his leather pants, we were both ready to explode. He took me down in almost a football-type tackle on the rocky, dirty hilltop and rode me like a wild man. Finally he thrust one deep last time into my cunt, and we both exploded in a thundering climax.

Eric and Candy were still at it meanwhile. He had mounted her from the rear, grinding her bare nipples into the rocky ground as he plunged against her backside. She was shrieking hysterically, but obviously out of passion, not pain. I was turned on again by now, so Doug lay me down across his motorcycle and mounted me from behind. Then he lifted me up and let me sit on his pulsing tool, pushing me forward so that my breasts dangled on either side of the gas tank. He began to hump me as if this were the last fuck he’d ever have. It seemed the more Doug got, the rougher he wanted to play. I was glad that I was wearing the leather, because he was almost brutal in the way he handled me. It wasn’t exactly S&M, I guess, but it was the closest I ever came to it, and it wasn’t bad at all!

That night we went back to the camper and slept together, but the next morning Doug and Eric were up and packing before Candy and I were quite awake. Doug asked me if I wanted to come with him, but I foolishly decided that I should return to my job in town. It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and if I ever run into a Hell’s Angels type again, I won’t be so quick to pass any negative judgment; I’ll just grab him and never let him go.—L.E., Silver Spring, Maryland

COUPLE DIVE INTO FIRST THREEWAY ON HOST’S WATER BED

My wife and I are avid readers of Penthouse Letters and thought you and your readers might like to hear how your magazine has helped add a new dimension to our sex lives. My wife, Jodi, is twenty-five and I am thirty. We are very liberal in our sexual attitudes and are considered a very attractive “together” couple by our friends and most people we meet.

One afternoon, as we were drinking a bottle of wine and reading a cross section of PL letters to each other, we decided to discuss the ones that most turned us on (those that had stimulated the hottest fantasies). To make a long story short, we were surprised to find that we were both extremely turned on by a letter about group sex in the “Crowd Scenes” section. Over the next four weeks we frequently and openly discussed the subject and decided we would like to try swinging.

Being novices, we didn’t have any idea on how to go about it. We finally agreed that if a good swinging opportunity arose, we would discuss it and go with it if we decided that the vibes were right. We wanted to be totally in control of any scenario we got ourselves into. Little did we know that our first “seduction” would take place much sooner than we could have ever imagined.

At a party later that same week we were talking to the host, Jim, a slight acquaintance whom we had met through a mutual friend. After Jim left us to mingle, Jodi told me that she was extremely attracted to him and was at that moment fantasizing about the three of us getting it on in the water bed she’d seen in one of the bedrooms. My cock almost burst through my slacks on hearing this. Although our fantasies had mostly involved swinging with other couples, we were now both very excited at the possibility of a three-way with Jim. I suggested to Jodi that she flirt with him at every opportunity. During this time I would mingle and observe them from a distance. Visions of my luscious young wife being driven crazy by hot, horny studs had been preoccupying my thoughts lately, and I was eager for some real action.

Jodi managed to talk to Jim several times, to tease him with fleeting caresses and to rub her nylon-clad legs against him. He became very flushed and sexually excited, but my presence in the room obviously prevented him from returning Jodi’s attentions.

Jodi returned to me, very disappointed at the outcome of her flirtation. I told her we’d just have to take the bull by the horns, so to speak. Just follow my lead, I told her, and play it by ear.

Little by little the other party-goers started to leave, but we lingered until we were the last two guests still there. Jim played right into our hands by offering us the use of a spare bedroom so as to save me a twenty-mile drive in my somewhat inebriated condition. We accepted his offer and thanked him for his hospitality. Then we all sat for a while, talking, telling jokes, listening to music and smoking a few joints. We didn’t discuss sex at all, but the vibes were definitely good and there was a lustful energy in the air.

Jim then asked us if we’d ever slept in a water bed. Jodi replied that we hadn’t, but that she’d always thought it would be a very erotic experience. Jim urged her to go ahead and take the room with the water bed, half jokingly adding that he didn’t know if he could ever sleep on a regular bed again. As if on cue, Jodi arose, winked at me and asked Jim whether the water bed wasn’t big enough for three people. She then planted a wet kiss on his lips, kicked off her shoes and disappeared down the hall.

Grinning slyly at Jim, I told him we’d just been made an offer we couldn’t refuse. With little further ado, we raced to the bedroom, burst through the door and immediately began shedding our clothes. Already gloriously nude, Jodi impatiently grabbed both our arms and pulled us down onto the undulating sheet. For the next six hours Jim and I massaged, licked, sucked and fucked Jodi into an altered state. My most erotic memory of that night was of Jodi being furiously doggie-fucked at one end while she deep-throated another cock at the other end. We bid Jim adieu at eleven o’clock in the morning.

Since that exciting night one and a half years ago, we haven’t really pursued swinging as a life-style, but only as an occasional variation. We have swung once again with another guy, once with a young married couple, and another time we attended a wild orgy. The two latter experiences came about as a result of some visits we paid to an Atlanta swing club. At the moment we are planning to seduce a sexy female friend who has obliquely expressed an interest in a threeway.—G.M., Macon, Georgia

JOGGING SAILORS PERFORM VIGOROUS LAPS ON THEIR LIEUTENANT’S WIFE

My buddies and I are sailors stationed at the training center in Great Lakes, Illinois. We had recently started jogging, and last Wednesday night had run about a mile and a half when we spotted a woman jogging about seventy-five yards ahead of us. We quickened our pace and hung back at a distance of about ten yards. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was a real fox. She had gently waved sandy blond hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. Her body and legs were perfect—probably as a result of her jogging. She wore very short shorts that were fairly revealing. I could picture what they concealed.

We decided to move closer to get a better look. We were far from disappointed when we saw her from the front. Her face was really pretty, and her pendulous breasts were swinging freely since she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Coming or going, this voluptuous beauty could turn on any man.

Steve gave a soft whistle of approval, and she responded with a dazzling smile and a very suggestive hello. We all introduced ourselves and jogged together for a few more minutes until she declared that it was time for a rest. Then we sat down in a small secluded grassy area amid some trees. After talking for a while, Cindy lay back and suddenly started stroking herself! My friends and I picked up the not-so-subtle hint and helped her disrobe. Needless to say, we were all naked in a matter of seconds. God, she was gorgeous! My friend Terry is hung like a horse—almost ten inches when erect. I run about eight, and Steve is a close third at seven and a half inches. Well, Cindy was hotter than hell with three big pricks wagging in her face, and sailors are always ready.

First, I kissed her luscious mouth while Terry and Steve caressed her beautiful body. Steve moved down to the sweet, moist cleft between her firm legs, and Terry licked and sucked her tits until the nipples were rock-hard. When Steve flicked his tongue over Cindy’s clit, she ground her pussy against his mouth and let out the sexiest moan I have ever heard. She grabbed my tool and pulled it to her mouth while Steve and Terry switched positions. Terry slowly sank his hot ten inches into her waiting box as Steve straddled her chest and tit-fucked her. This was too much for Cindy—she had her first orgasm, which was quickly followed by Terry’s. Next I came, and as she swallowed, Steve sent his jets of come over her chest, throat and chin.

Next, she took Terry in her mouth—at least, she tried to. She couldn’t take all of him, but she took enough to give him the best head he’s ever had. Then Steve started up Hershey’s alley. It was difficult, but with the aid of his saliva and love juices, he managed to get his sizable tool up her tight little anus. I then penetrated her pussy, and Cindy went wild. She bucked her hips frantically while she devoured Terry’s cock. All four of us came almost simultaneously and then rested for a while.

We went on for almost three hours, until we were all so exhausted that further sex would have been impossible. I told her that it would be great to get together again, but she said that her husband didn’t like her going out alone. He was afraid she’d be raped. She talked about her husband for a while and then lowered the boom. He was a lieutenant in the navy and was stationed at Great Lakes! She then kissed us all and walked away. Just think: Three enlisted men had been screwing the wife of an officer. My buddies and I now play basketball to stay fit.—S.T., Great Lakes, Illinois