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suck his cock.” When she said that, I all but came on the spot! She laughed and took the dildo out of her pussy and said
     for me to lick it. I kept looking into her eyes while she fed the dildo down my throat. I was in heaven.
    She said the reason she loves big cocks is that I have a small one. She said that from now on she would go out and find nice
     big cocks to fuck, and if I’m a good little slut, maybe she’ll let me suck the come out of her pussy—and maybe, if the guys
     want to, they’ll let me watch while they stuff her pussy full.
    Since Carmen was fucking my mouth with the dildo, I could only nod, but she understood my eagerness. Ever since then, she
     has been sucking and fucking guys with big cocks. She comes home with her pussy filled with their come, then sits on my face
     and lets me lick it all out while she tells me how good they fucked her. Sometimes she fucks my ass with a dildo while she
     tells her stories.
    Lately Carmen has been telling me that the next step is to dress me up and take me to a strange town so we both can pick up
     guys with huge cocks. It sounds like a plan to me!
    —
J.A., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
     

First His Friend’s Wife Lost Her Top on His Harley, and Then . . .
    My wife was away on a business trip, and my good friend Larry had invited me to his house for dinner. Judy and I had been
     friends with Larry and his wife Erin for a few years. We had vacationed together and spent many a drunken night in a hot tub—but
     always with bathing suits on. Nothing had ever happened, although I would have loved it if it had, because Erin was hot. She
     was about five-feet-four and very athletic-looking, with long red hair, and she had huge breasts that looked even larger than
     they were on her small tight frame. I had often dreamed of kissing those gorgeous tits, but had never had the nerve to even
     suggest anything like that.
    I drove over to their house on my Harley and arrived at around eight o’clock. It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the
     grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan
     shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak.
    After dinner we sat out on the patio and enjoyed the evening and a few beers. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear
     that Erin was bending over more than necessary, allowing me a very nice view of her tits under her loose shirt. Later I noticed
     her absently rubbing the bottom of her cold beer bottle up and down her chest. I watched as the droplets of water ran down
     and between those beautiful tits. I still had a nice buzz going, and watching her made me even hornier.
    We sat there drinking for an hour or so, until Erin suggested we move inside and get the party started. We went into their
     game room, and immediately Erin challenged me to a game of darts on the electronic dart board. She turned on some music and
     we played. She beat me in short order, and then proceeded to beat Larry as well. She continued to win consistently as we all
     continued to drink beer after beer.
    After a while Larry suggested that the reason we couldn’t win was that we were just playing for fun, and that a real man needed
     something to play for to make it interesting. He went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass, then
     declared that the loser of each game had to drink a shot. Winking at me, he said that if we could get Erin drunk, we might
     have a shot at winning. He then added, in a mock whisper, that the drunker she got, the hornier she got, too. Erin just laughed,
     but she agreed to the new rules, commenting that she could beat us whether she was drunk or not.
    But her confidence waned a bit as Larry beat her in the next game. She went to the bar and downed the shot without hesitation.
     Larry beat me quickly, and then beat Erin again, each of us drinking our shots. By