It's An Open House Part 18

Molly pulled my c.o.c.k from her lips, stroking it rapidly. "Want to come in my mouth?" she asked.

I answered by shoving my c.o.c.k back into her mouth and shooting my hot come down her eager throat.

Molly excused herself and went to the bathroom to clean up while I got ready for bed. As I watched TV in our bedroom the phone rang. It was Al, the night manager at Molly's store, asking if she was home. She was out in the living room, so I hollered down the hallway that she had a phone call.

"I'll take it in the kitchen," Molly replied.

I told Al she'd be on in a minute. When Molly picked up on the other extension, I hung up, then got out of bed and slipped down the hallway, stopping just outside the kitchen. I heard her say, "By all means, put Biff on the phone." There was a short pause. Then she said, "Hi!" By the sound of her voice I strongly suspected that Biff was one of the carpenters she had been f.u.c.king earlier that night.

When she spoke again it was in a lower tone. "What? What do you mean you're not done with me yet? ... Right now? That's crazy! ... Listen, how about tomorrow afternoon, while my husband's at work? ... Well yes, you know I want it! Oh G.o.d, I want it as much as you do! ... Well, can you help me come up with something to tell my husband, so I can get out of the house? ... Well okay, I'll give it a try."

I continued listening long enough to learn that she was to meet him down at her store before going back to their motel room.

Before Molly hung up the phone I hurried back to bed. She came into our room and told me that Al was unhappy with the carpenters' work, and wanted her to come back to the store to help him supervise the rest of the remodeling, which just had to be done before opening time the next day.

"That's okay," I told her. "I have an early day tomorrow, and I need to get some sleep."

She disappeared into the bathroom to touch up her makeup, then made a hasty exit out the door.

In no time at all I was up and dressed. I hopped into my van and headed back to their motel. I figured they would have kept the same room. I backed the van into the same spot I had occupied earlier, outside the window of their room. As before, I could see through the back windows of the van right into the room, without being seen myself.

Ten minutes later Molly's car pulled up and parked close by. She got out, accompanied by Carl, the other carpenter she had been with earlier. As they approached the door to the room I heard him say, "Have any trouble getting out of the house?"

"No," Molly replied. "Biff's story worked great. But I almost got caught when I got home before."

"How?" Carl asked.

"My husband wanted to have s.e.x with me as soon as I walked in the door. My p.u.s.s.y was still full of your come, and Biff's, and I had no idea how to explain that, so I pulled out his c.o.c.k and have him a quick b.l.o.w.j.o.b, right in the middle of our kitchen."

With that they disappeared into the room. From my vantage point I could see the bed, but not much more, so the first thing I saw was Carl lying back on the bed, totally naked. Molly climbed on top of him for some 69 action. I saw that she had put on a garter belt, nylons and high heels for her late date. Carl began eating away at her tasty little bakery tart, while she proceeded to deep-throat his chocolate f.u.c.k-stick.

At that point I saw Biff, the other carpenter, pulling up in his truck. Evidently he had decided to put a few more men on the job, for he had brought two new black guys with him. He took a cooler from the truck and the three of them approached the room, pausing as they looked in the window.

"Check this out!" Biff said. "Carl's warming her up for us." He put the cooler down and opened it up, saying, "How 'bout we all have a beer and watch for awhile, and I'll finish giving you the lowdown on this girl."

"I'm cool with that," one of the guys replied. From their later conversation I learned that his name was Harry, and the other guy was Sam.

"How'd you meet up with her?" Sam asked.

"She's the bakery manager at a store we've been doing a job at," Biff replied. "And she started coming on to us right from the start. Giving us free donuts and telling us how she really appreciated black guys, and that she'd love to party with us sometime. When we started working tonight, she told me that her husband was off playing golf or something, and she'd love to go someplace and have a drink with us before we got started. She said she'd show us both a good time."

Just then Carl said something to Molly and she got on top of him, positioning herself to ride his big c.o.c.k.

"Look at that!" Biff said. "Carl's pleasing her, she loves to have his big black d.i.c.k in her tight little p.u.s.s.y." Evidently she was having a wonderful time for she now lowered her eager p.u.s.s.y onto his towering black shaft.

"No condoms," Sam remarked.

"Nope," Biff said. "She's been broke in right! The Donut Ho just loves riding bareback."

"Finish telling us what happened when she came on to you," Harry said.

"Well, we went out to a bar to have a drink," Biff said. "I still wasn't sure if this girl was for real, or just a d.i.c.k tease. But then she put my hand on her thigh and pulled up her skirt, showing me those nylons and that s.e.xy garter belt. I knew right then we were about to score big time.

"She's got this real s.e.xy voice and she actually talked our d.i.c.ks hard, telling us how she'd go all out to please a couple of big black guys like us. Letting us play with those nice t.i.tties while she stroked our d.i.c.ks under the table, right there at the bar. I slipped my hand up her skirt and said it was too bad she was wearing panties, and she said she'd gladly take them off if we'd just take her to a motel. s.h.i.t! She even offered to pay for the room.

"Well, before we left she went to the ladies' room, and when she met us outside the bar she shoved her panties in my pocket. She gave me something else too."

"What was it?" Sam asked.

"Bakery lube," Biff replied, pulling a small bottle from his pocket. "I'm pleased to report that me and Carl both enjoyed a little back-door action with the Donut Ho earlier this evening."

"No way!" Harry said. "She gave you an invite to f.u.c.k her up the a.s.s?"

"She sure did," Biff replied. "And she loved taking every inch of our big black d.i.c.ks up that tight little a.s.shole."

By now Carl had moved Molly around and was f.u.c.king her doggie-style.

"Take a good look," Biff said. "This girl loves taking black d.i.c.k any way she can get it."

"She won't mind that you invited us along for a gang bang then?" Harry asked.

"h.e.l.l no!" Biff replied. "She'll be happy to pull some extra booty duty."

"d.a.m.n, all I can say is, you the man, Biff!" Sam said.

"You two wait here," Biff said. "I'm going inside. I'll let you know when it's cool to come on in."

Biff grabbed the cooler and knocked on the door. Carl stopped f.u.c.king Molly just long enough to let him inside. Then he went to the foot of the bed and motioned to Molly. She slid her a.s.s toward him and raised her legs straight up into the air. He wrapped a hand around each of her ankles as she guided his giant c.o.c.k into her waiting p.u.s.s.y.

When I saw Biff again he was totally naked. He came up to the window and cracked it open, so his buddies could listen in. Now we could all hear Molly begging Carl to f.u.c.k her deeper and harder, moaning loudly as he began to piston his mighty black shaft rapidly in and out of her c.o.c.k-hungry c.u.n.t.

A few moments later Carl announced, "I'm ready to come!" He withdrew his c.o.c.k, and Molly scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed so she could take it in her mouth as he delivered his load of hot come down her throat.

"d.a.m.n!" Sam exclaimed. "She swallows too!"

"I can't wait to do that to her," Harry added. "But I'm going to f.u.c.k her up the a.s.s first!"

As Carl moved away, Biff sat down on the edge of the bed. Molly got off the bed and knelt down in front of him, her head dropping to his lap, her mouth devouring his huge d.i.c.k.

"That's it baby," Biff said as she sucked on his hard c.o.c.k. "Take it deep. Sorry I was late," he went on, "but I had to stop and pick up a couple of things for you."

Molly pulled his d.i.c.k from her mouth. "Like what?" she asked.

"I brought along a couple of friends," Biff said. "They're both big bakery fans. Come on in and join the party, boys!" he called out.

Once the guys were inside I got out of the van and quickly a.s.sumed their post outside the window. Now that they were in the light, I could see that Harry and Sam were both younger, probably in their early twenties, and had extremely muscular bodies. Biff was standing up now, while Molly remained on her knees, stroking his c.o.c.k.

"I was telling these boys how you run a real full-service bakery for your black clientele," Biff said. "Offering up everything from bagels to b.l.o.w.j.o.bs."

"And let me guess," Molly said, starting to giggle. "These two aren't interested in bagels tonight."

"We'll let you be the judge of that," Biff said. "C'mon boys, show our s.e.xy bakery lady just what you got for her."

Harry and Sam whipped out their d.i.c.ks for Molly's inspection. "Whoa!" she exclaimed. "You're both huge!" She stroked their solid black shafts.

Molly was right-their c.o.c.ks were f.u.c.king humongous! Harry's was the biggest of all, well over ten inches, while Sam's looked to be about nine inches long and was super-thick.

Harry reached down, touching Molly's wedding ring. "Does your husband know you like wrapping that mouth around fat black d.i.c.ks?" he asked.

"I sure hope not," Molly replied. "I usually take care of guys like you in the afternoon while he's at work, or when he's out playing golf, like earlier this evening."

"Ever had four black d.i.c.ks at once?" Harry asked.

"I love being shared," Molly replied. "I've done two at a time a lot, and three guys a few times, but you guys will be my first foursome."

Two at a time, a lot! I thought. It was obvious that my supposedly faithful wife had been a s.l.u.t for black c.o.c.k for some time. My d.i.c.k was so hard I thought I might come in my pants if I as much as touched it.

Molly climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours as Biff mounted her and started f.u.c.king her doggie-style. Harry and Sam stripped away their clothes. Harry then stuck his solid black shaft into her waiting mouth, while Sam played with her lovely t.i.ts.

The guys proceeded to work my wife through a variety of s.e.xual positions as they all enjoyed her lovely body. At one point, as Molly was l.u.s.tfully riding Sam's thick black shaft, Biff pulled out his bottle of bakery lube. I watched as he stood at the foot of the bed, lubricating his ma.s.sive tool before climbing aboard, then nudging the tip of his huge d.i.c.k into her a.n.a.l pa.s.sage. "This is what I meant when I said we weren't done with you yet," Biff grinned. He slowly snaked his shiny black monster up her tight a.s.s while Sam continued f.u.c.king her p.u.s.s.y.

Harry grabbed the bottle and lubed his magnificent c.o.c.k in antic.i.p.ation of getting his turn at her b.u.t.t. When Biff finally exploded in Molly's a.s.s, the two of them hardly missed a beat as he pulled out and Harry quickly replaced him.

I watched in amazement as this woman, who had often told me that I was more than enough man to keep her satisfied, eagerly took a royal reaming up her a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y by two black d.i.c.ks that were nearly twice the size of mine. She moaned louder and louder as the two of them double-f.u.c.ked her with their super-sized p.r.i.c.ks, eventually making her come so hard I thought she might pa.s.s out. Sam pulled his c.o.c.k out of her grasping, moaning, whimpering mouth, evidently saving himself for her a.s.s.

Sure enough, as soon as Harry exploded into my wife's a.n.u.s, Sam took his place. He turned Molly onto her side and lay behind her, inserting his thick black shaft up her a.n.a.l pa.s.sage, reaching around her to play with her hard-nippled t.i.ts. Meanwhile Carl and Biff started to get dressed, telling Sam to hurry up. They had to get back to the bakery and finish up their job, and Sam was supposed to help them. "I'm coming!" Sam exclaimed as he shot his last load of come into my h.o.r.n.y c.o.c.k-loving little wife. "I'm coming. I'm coming now!"

"There's only room for three in the truck," Biff said. "So you need to catch a ride home with the bakery lady, Harry."

"That's cool," Harry replied. "Cause I'm not done with her yet."

I quickly got back into the van so the guys wouldn't see me as they came out. When they were gone I went back to my post at the window. Harry was lying on the bed with Molly sitting on his c.o.c.k. He played with her t.i.ts while they talked.

"This turned out to be my lucky night," Molly said. "Getting shared by four black studs, and now I get to go one-on-one with my favorite."

"How come I'm your favorite?" Harry asked.

"You're the best looking, you have the best body, and most important, you've got the biggest black d.i.c.k!" Molly said. "It's so nice and hard, and I love the way you f.u.c.k me with it!"

Then she started moaning softly as Harry began pumping her p.u.s.s.y with his big c.o.c.k. For the next half-hour the two of them proceeded to f.u.c.k like a couple of s.e.x-crazed animals who couldn't get enough of each other. Eventually their pace eased a bit, and they resumed talking.

"Are you ready to f.u.c.k me up the a.s.s again?" Molly asked.

"Would you like that, baby?" Harry asked back.

"Umm-hmm!" Molly replied.

"I'm always willing to help a woman in need," Harry said, rolling her onto her side and slipping his huge d.i.c.k up her a.s.s. "Ain't nothing I like better than f.u.c.king a s.e.xy married lady up her tight white a.s.s!"

"I can tell you like it," Molly panted, "You do it so f.u.c.king well!"

Harry began rubbing her c.l.i.t as he f.u.c.ked her harder, eventually bringing her to another intense o.r.g.a.s.m and delivering another load of come deep inside her a.s.s.

When she had recovered her breath, Molly said, "Listen, I'm getting my hair done after work tomorrow, but what are you doing Friday afternoon?"

"You!" Harry replied in a firm voice. "On your husband's bed. With some of my friends. And taping it! What do you think of that, baby?" Molly moaned softly and started rubbing against him again, as I made a mental note to stay home from work on Friday and hide in the closet.

And I'll tell you all about it in my next letter.-B. G., Salt Lake City, Utah THEY WERE THREE VISITING FIREMEN, BUT HIS GIRL PUT OUT THEIR FLAMES.

A few years ago my girlfriend Jeanette and I were on a ski vacation at a major resort, staying at a condo we co-owned at the time. Jeanette is a gorgeous blonde with a knockout body. One night, after returning from a great dinner that included plenty of drinks, we grabbed some more booze and mix and headed for the huge outdoor hot tub. It was fairly late and there was no one else around, so we stripped down and jumped in naked. It was a beautiful night, clear and starlit, and it was great being in the warm tub with two feet of snow all around us.

We fixed a couple of drinks, then started kissing and fooling around. I lifted Jeanette up so that her fabulous t.i.ts were out of the water, and her nipples hardened in the cold winter air. I started sucking her t.i.ts while she stroked my throbbing hard-on under the water. Then she pulled away from me and told me to sit up on the edge of the tub. As soon as I did she engulfed my c.o.c.k with her eager mouth. Jeanette is a world-cla.s.s c.o.c.ksucker, and she soon had me ready to explode. I held off as long as I could while her head bobbed wildly up and down. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot a huge load of come down her throat. She kept stroking and sucking me to get every drop.

As I began to regain my senses, I looked up and saw a man approaching the hot tub. I said, "We've got company." Jeanette quickly whipped my c.o.c.k out of her mouth, grabbed my legs and yanked me off the edge of the tub and into the water.

The man came up to the tub and asked if it would be all right if he and his friends joined us. I looked at Jeanette. She just smiled at the man and said. "Sure, as long as you don't wear suits, because we don't have any."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he said, "Sure, no problem." He went back to get his friends, and a few minutes later he and two other men approached the tub. They were all well built, attractive young guys, wearing towels.

Jeanette watched them approach, then turned to me and said in a low voice, "You'd better hurry up and decide how far you want this to go."

"As far as you can take it," I told her.

When they reached us we all quickly introduced ourselves. Their names were Greg, Lou and Stan. Then the three guys dropped their towels and stepped into the tub. We offered them drinks, and we all started talking. It seemed they were all firemen from the same town in Ohio, here on a ski vacation, just like us.

As the drinking continued the conversation gradually became freer and more insinuating, until at one point Stan commented on Jeanette's t.i.ts. She was sitting between me and Lou, the first guy we'd met, with her legs draped over one of mine. I slowly raised my leg, lifting her body in the buoyant water until her t.i.ts were completely exposed. Lou reached out and started fondling her left t.i.t, and I stroked the right one. Jeanette moaned softly and leaned back, sliding off my leg as she did so. I grabbed her hand under the water and guided it to my now throbbing c.o.c.k, and she slowly stroked it as we fondled her gorgeous t.i.ts while the other two guys looked on. I leaned over and kissed her, then gently nudged her, trying to turn her toward me so I could get at her p.u.s.s.y. Jeanette shook her head. "I can't move," she whispered.

"Why not?" I whispered back.

"Because he's got his finger in my a.s.s," Jeanette said.

I eased back from her a bit. Jeanette pulled Lou's face to hers and they kissed pa.s.sionately. She pulled away from him, then turned around and pushed him back against the wall of the tub, moving in against him. Reaching down, she grabbed his hard c.o.c.k and lowered herself slowly onto it. She started to ride him with long, steady strokes. Soon she increased her pace and kept going faster and faster, until water was flying everywhere and she was grunting and squealing. After a minute she came violently, gasping and panting.

Now Jeanette lifted herself off Lou's c.o.c.k and urged him up onto the edge of the tub, as she'd done earlier with me. His rather large c.o.c.k stood straight up, pulsing and throbbing from the wild f.u.c.k she'd just given him. Jeanette lowered her mouth to him and took him in all the way to the b.a.l.l.s with one deep suck that took his breath away. She then went into a wild, hair-flouncing b.l.o.w.j.o.b.

The guy named Greg now moved in behind Jeanette and started to push his c.o.c.k against her. She didn't pause or slow down her c.o.c.ksucking, but she spread her legs apart invitingly. But because of the angle and the water, Greg had some trouble getting into her. I reached down between her legs and spread her c.u.n.t lips open, then grabbed his c.o.c.k with my other hand and guided it into her. "Oh G.o.d, he's putting me in her c.u.n.t!" Greg moaned. He was so turned on that he started coming after about six hard, fast strokes in Jeanette's p.u.s.s.y.

He slumped back into the water as Jeanette went on sucking on the c.o.c.k in her mouth as if she was starved for come. In another minute Lou let out a groan, grabbed her head in both hands and came so ma.s.sively that she couldn't swallow it all. Some of it ran back down over his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s, and after she had gulped down all she could, Jeanette carefully licked every remaining drop off his softening c.o.c.k and his s.c.r.o.t.u.m, until they were clean.

Jeanette turned to me now, pushing me against the tub wall and immediately mounting me. Her face was flushed, her nostrils flaring, and there was a fire in her eyes I'd never seen. At that moment she was pure s.e.xual animal, and I had never been so turned on in my life. The water hadn't yet washed Lou's come out of her c.u.n.t, and I could feel it bathing my c.o.c.k as she pumped up and down. She rode me slowly, but the excitement that had built up in me at seeing her with the other guys, combined with the feeling of my c.o.c.k sliding in and out of her slick, come-filled c.u.n.t, had me blasting a load up inside her in no time.

Jeanette eased off me, kissed me and moved over to Stan, the one guy she hadn't done yet. He tilted himself up to sit on the edge of the tub, and Jeanette said, "Oh my G.o.d!" I looked over and saw her reach out to grab a c.o.c.k that was longer than any I'd ever seen, and nearly as thick as her wrist. She put both hands around it and started to stroke it, then lowered her head to it and got as much of it in her mouth as she could manage. Apparently, watching her had had its effect on him too, because in no time he was coming. Jeanette seemed surprised at the suddenness of his o.r.g.a.s.m; she pulled away just in time to take a huge glob of his come squarely on her t.i.ts. She quickly got him back in her mouth and swallowed the rest of his load.

When he was done Jeanette eased back into the water between Lou and me. Immediately we each started sucking on one of her t.i.ts. Greg now came over and put his hands under her a.s.s, pulling her toward him until she was floating on her back, supported by the three of us, two of us sucking her t.i.ts and Greg eating her c.u.n.t. She gave a long, low moan and said, "Oh f.u.c.k, I don't believe this!" And then she was coming, thrashing and squirming so hard we had trouble holding on to her.

Finally we all settled back and had another drink. It was close to dawn when we all thanked each other and went back to our condos. The next day Jeanette couldn't believe what we'd done, but we agreed it had been fantastic. We even thought of having a repeat performance, but the firemen must have gone back home, because we never saw them again.-D.R., Boise, Idaho THREE UNSEEN LOVERS SEND HER INTO AN UNPRECEDENTED STATE OF UNDILUTED ECSTASY.

I lay on the bed, naked except for the red satin blindfold that covered my eyes. The room was warm, yet I felt cool, quivering with antic.i.p.ation, my nipples hardened by the gentle sweep of air from the ceiling fan.