Simone’s letter: I occasionally work as a swimsuit model, and have always enjoyed a lot of attention. Most men find me very attractive, which is a real plus, seeing how one of my favorite pastimes is teasing guys. I love showing off my body to them and watching their dicks get hard in their jeans. Sometimes I go to nightclubs and slow dance with the studs. I rub my tits and pussy against them, making them all excited. It’s fun watching them try to hide their stiff cocks as they leave the dance floor.
About a year ago, my girlfriend Mindy’s boyfriend started to hit on me when she wasn’t around. After he’d done it a few times, I told her what was going on. She was crushed—and mad, so I came up with a plan to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
I was in the mall one afternoon, and up strolled Mindy’s boyfriend Jay. He started in right away, saying that we should get together some night. I said, “Sure, let’s go dancing this weekend.” He was stunned, but had a huge grin on his face as we parted after firming up our plans. I had a feeling he wouldn’t be smiling at the end of our date.
When Jay showed up that Friday night, I was ready for him. I had on my red knit dress that clings to me like a second skin, bright red lipstick, red pumps and no bra. My breasts are large and very firm, but the best thing is the fact that my nipples are always at least a little hard. With this red dress on, you could certainly see them poking out. I picked up my purse while Jay picked up his jaw, and we left. As soon as we got to the car I let my dress ride up high on my thigh, enough to where I was sure you could see my pussy hair through the silky material of my panties. I glanced at his crotch from time to time, satisfied to see Jay’s pecker responding to all the visual stimulation it was getting.
When we arrived at the club, he got out of the car and ran around to open the door for me. I made sure he got a good view of my cleavage, along with a quick flash of beaver. Inside the club, I made sure he always had a good view of my tits, which I would brush against him from time to time. We slow danced about half a dozen times, and each time I rubbed his cock a little more boldly with my pussy. I could tell he was developing quite a problem there between his legs, much to my satisfaction. The last couple of times we left the dance floor, I swear he was almost bowlegged. I had to look away so he wouldn’t see me laughing.
During the evening, I noticed some other guys looking at me. I thought it would be a good idea to tease Jay about this, and said, “I think that guy over there was looking at my tits. It makes me horny to catch a guy looking at them, you know?”
Jay got very jealous and grumbled, “This club sucks.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Let’s go to my place.”
He eagerly said yes, falling right into my trap. Little did he know the surprise that awaited him there.
During the ride home he tried to feel me up as he drove. I just kept shifting my ass away, although I did let him hold my tits a little, just to keep the game going. I also rested my hand on his thigh, just inches from his hot, hard cock.
When we got to my apartment, he was really horny and anxious to get me between the sheets. He wanted to fuck as soon as we go in the door, but I said, “Let’s go over to the couch and start slowly. I want to play with you a little first.” He looked frustrated, but followed me to the couch. I sat next to him and started kissing him passionately, filling his mouth with plenty of tongue. After a few minutes of that, I leaned back so he could see my pussy. Teasing him was getting me hot. My twat was damp, and it was tingling too. I was almost sorry I wasn’t going to fuck him. Almost.
I said to him, “Those pants look pretty uncomfortable,” and suggested he take them off. Jay jumped up and pulled off all his clothes. When he was finished, he stood there a second, looking confused, probably because I had made no effort to get undressed with him, except for taking off my shoes. I looked at the state of his cock, and was satisfied to see that he was well on his way to a great set of blue balls. I imagined him jerking off after he left, splattering his load in the sink or shower.
But the night was still young. He tried to undress me, but I gently maneuvered him away and told him I wanted to take my time and get to know him better. I asked him to stretch out on the couch so I could look at him. His cock was lying flat along his stomach, drops of pre-come oozing from the engorged head. He was fairly well hung, his balls tight in their sack.
I pulled my dress up around my waist and straddled his hips, resting my pussy on his aching cock. I still had my panties on, so he couldn’t penetrate me. I kissed him and rubbed his body while he dry humped me. He was reaching for my tits and sucking them through the material of my dress. It felt pretty good, actually, since my tits are very sensitive, so I thought I’d give him a little more to play with. I stood up and started to remove my dress. When my tits popped out, his cock started springing up and down, purple and throbbing. I pulled off my dress and threw it to the floor, then squeezed my breasts, gently tweaking the nipples to make them really firm. Jay was mesmerized !
I let him play with my tits for a while, mainly because I liked it. Besides, it was enjoyable to see him trying to get me to touch his dick. He’d try and try, but I’d just avoid it, watching it bounce helplessly between his legs. All the while he was working feverishly on my tits, trying to get me hot enough to fuck him. Little did he know what was coming.
He started to pull at my panties, so I asked him if he wanted to eat my pussy. He nodded quickly. I started to remove my panties, but stopped short of actually removing them. I pulled them back up and told him to wait a moment. “I have an idea,” I said.
“What now?” he whined.
I looked at him, pulled on one of my nipples and said, “I have a video camera in my room. Want to capture this on tape?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “We can show it to Mindy. Maybe she’ll learn a thing or two about satisfying me. Which I’m sure you’ll have no trouble doing.”
“Give me five minutes,” I said, blowing him a kiss and wiggling my ass for him.
I went into my bedroom, where Mindy was waiting, thinking her boyfriend was the biggest jerk in the world, and wondering how she could stand being with him. Then I remembered: she’d told me once that he could fuck all night long. I was only sorry that I wouldn’t be able to experience his one redeeming quality.
“Is he falling for it?” Mindy asked.
“Falling for it? He not only thinks he’s going to fuck me, he thinks I’m going to videotape it! Five more minutes ought to do it, then you can come out.”
I went back to the living room to find Jay sitting there, smiling like he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. He was actually pumping his hard dick and watching it throb.
“I have to recharge the camcorder batteries,” I told him. “Then we can have some fun.” With that, I slowly removed my panties. I think his cock grew another two inches when he saw me pull them off. I climbed over the arm of the sofa and sat on the edge, facing him, with my legs pressed tightly together. All he could see was the top of my bush.
I told him to tell me he wanted to see my pussy. He begged and pleading for me to take off my panties. “Oh, please take them off,” he sighed. “I can smell your pussy, but I want to taste it and touch it too.”
“Do you really want to lick it?” I asked. “Because I want to suck your dick.” I made a real big deal about how hard and long his prick was. He ate it up, saying, “Yeah, I’ll bet you look good with a dick in your mouth.” I slowly spread my long legs, and Jay gaped at my pouting pussy lips. I was fairly wet, my cunt juice dripping down my thighs. I stopped there for a moment to observe his cock, which was thrusting out of his crotch like an obscene, beet-red rocket. He was so worked up, if a flea had landed on his cock head, he would’ve probably shot off!
I asked him if he wanted to see the inside of my cunt. He did. I brought my fingers to my pussy lips and slowly spread them apart so where he could see my moist, pink hole and clit. His pole was throbbing to the beat of his heart, which was pretty rapid. I took a mental picture of this asshole sitting on my couch, displaying his hard dick for me the sight of his unsatisfied dick pulsing in the air, aching for relief that would never come, was wonderful, and I wanted to remember it for a long time.
“You like the taste of pussy?” I asked.
Jay was practically giddy with joy as he told me, “I absolutely love it!”
“Then why not eat some of this?” I said to him. With that, I stuck a finger into my cunt, then pulled it out, all slimy with my fuck-juices. The timing was perfect. Just as Jay leaned over to sniff the cunt dew from my finger, my bedroom door opened and out walked his girlfriend!
I wish I had a picture of the expression on Jay’s face when Mindy walked into the room. There he was sitting on my couch, his cock stiff as a board for all the world to see, trying to explain what he was doing there to his girlfriend as the aroma of my cunt-stained finger wafted up his nose. She cussed out his ass with every curse she could think of, while he tried to cover his throbbing cock. He reached for his pants, but she jerked them out of his hands and tossed them into my front yard.
“Go out and get them, you bastard!” Mindy said.
“Or do you want to smell my finger again?” I said, clenching my fist and raising my middle finger for his benefit. It wasn’t the finger with cunt juice on it, but I think he got my point. As he grumbled and headed off, naked, into the night air, Mindy and I laughed our asses off.
Todd’s letter: I’m a twenty-two year old, well-hung stud attending a large southwestern university. I used to question the authenticity of some of the letters I read in your magazine, until I had an unbelievable experience of my own that proved conclusively that wild things can happen to anyone.
I was lying on the couch of the house I rent, toking some herb and watching television, when I heard a noise in the kitchen. My two housemates were gone for the day and I wondered who it could be. I went into the kitchen, and there before my eyes was the most stunning young woman I had ever seen.
“How did you get in?” I asked, wondering if the dope I’d been smoking was making me hallucinate.
“The back door was open,” she said in a quiet voice. “I was ringing the bell, hut no one answered. I heard the television, so I knew someone was home. Sorry if I scared you.”
She went on to explain that she was a cheerleader from the local high school, selling chocolate bars to raise money so her squad could go on a senior trip.
“Sure, I’ll take a few,” I said, feeling my own candy bar getting stiff between my legs. I asked her what her name was, and she told me it was Nikki. I invited her into my room, where my money was stashed. She followed me into the bedroom, and my penis began to throb. I wanted to make this young angel mine, but wasn’t sure how to go about it.
I turned to give Nikki the money for three chocolate bars, but some of the money fell to the floor. Nikki quickly reacted and said, “I’ll get that for you. As she knelt down, her long blonde hair brushed against my upper thigh. I stroked her hair with my hand and said, “You’re very beautiful, you know.” I said.
“Thanks,” she said with a shy smile.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yeah. A football player. What else, right?”
“Third-string tackle,” she laughed.
“Big dick?” I asked, feeling bold.
“Sometimes,” she said. “You know how jocks can be.”
“No,” I laughed. “I meant, does he have a big dick?”
“That’s personal, don’t you think?” she replied, but I could see that she was enjoying the nasty turn our conversation had taken. “Why, how big is yours?”
“As long as you’re down there,” I said, “maybe you want to take a look.”
I reached for my zipper, but she stopped me and pulled it down herself. She fished out my bloated hose and said, “That’s about right.”
We didn’t talk much after that. Her natural instincts soon took over as she drenched my cock with her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down on it, sucking wildly. I was amazed at how well she handled me for such a young girl, but I suppose eighteen years is plenty of time to learn how to suck a cock. The sight of this angel munching on my rod turned me on incredibly. She guided her tongue up and down my staff, and I felt the pressure building inside my nuts. Within minutes I was unleashing my hot jism into her mouth.
When she was done swallowing, I led her to the bed, slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and slid off her bra. My tongue glided in circular motions around her erect nipples. My hands moved quickly, and I had her skirt and panties off in seconds. Her light blonde pubic hair turned me on even more. I kissed her small breasts and slowly nibbled my way down to her glistening box. I plunged my tongue into her wet vagina, and she let out a low moan.
She quickly began to have a series of gushy climaxes, squirming and juicing all over my sheets. Just watching this young blondie shudder with ecstasy was enough to make me hard again at once. Her whole body shook one final time as her hot juices flowed into my mouth.
“Can I fuck you?” I asked.
“Let’s see,” she answered, lying back. She parted her cunt lips with her pretty little fingers, and I penetrated her inch by inch. Her moans turned into groans, and her groans to shrieks of delight. As my passion grew she screamed, “Please, don’t stop!”
I vigorously slid it in and out of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb to give her as much pleasure as possible. This went on for what seemed an eternity, until I pumped out a load with a passionate fury that I have never felt before. She bucked her hips and kicked her feet in the air, climaxing at the precise moment I did.
After Nikki left, I had the munchies something fierce, and ate all three candy bars she’d sold me. They were good, but not nearly as sweet and creamy as her tender young pussy.
Doug’s letter: It was a Saturday night, and I was feeling kind of down because the girl I’d just started dating had called to tell me we shouldn’t see each other anymore. My roommate was off on a road trip and, since I had nothing else to do, I went down to one of the other dorms to scope out the party situation.
I found a party with some people I knew from my classes, but it was pretty typical—the usual drinking and talking about school. I was about to call it an early night, when I noticed a girl standing alone in the corner. I decided I had nothing to lose, and went over and started talking with her. As I got closer, her features became more distinct and I realized that she was something special. Her long dark hair, big brown eyes and incredibly sexy body were enough to start my lumber rising. As we talked, her nipples began to poke out through the silky material of her dress. Her name was Janice and she told me she was an accounting major, but the only figure I was interested in studying was hers. I knew from the moment I met her that I wanted to take her back to my room and teach her a few things they didn’t cover in macro economics class.
Knowing that my roommate was away, I asked her if she wanted to come back to my dorm and get high. She readily accepted. Upon arriving at my room, she said, “Ooh, it’s nice and dark in here. Let’s forget about getting high, and just get into each other.” As my hand crept up her muscular, sexy thigh, I felt her shiver in anticipation of the inevitable. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles and aching to be sucked. I had her where I wanted her.
We undressed each other in the pitch darkness of the room. I felt her body spasm as my cock filled to its full-blooded capacity. I knew immediately that she was hungry for a good fuck. When I removed her dress, I almost came. Her marvelous tits were way bigger than a mouthful, and her hive was already dripping with love-honey.
I led her to the bed and filled my nostrils with the sweet smelling aroma of her beaver. She moaned and panted as I teased her clit with my tongue. We maneuvered our bodies into the 69 position and began working wonders between each other’s legs. She bucked frantically in orgasmic seizure, and I shot my load down her throat.
Within minutes she brought my flaccid penis back to its petrified state, and sucked me silly. She begged me to enter her—and who was I to refuse? I rolled her on her stomach and penetrated her hot cave from the rear. I pumped frantically, urged on by her screams for me to give it to her harder and deeper. We built up to an incredible moment of sheer ecstasy, when her volcano erupted, and my Roman candle shot off deep inside her.
When her orgasm had subsided, she said, “Now I could use a smoke. Why don’t you roll a joint?” I reached over to the table beside my bed and turned on the lamp so I could find my weed. When the light came on, Janice screamed. Across the room from us was my roommate, Gary, lying there with his cock in his hand and a silly grin on his face.
“Hi,” he said, his voice cracking with embarrassment.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I said. “I thought you were on a road trip.”
“Car broke down,” he said. “I hitched home. I was in bed when you guys came in, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Janice, who apparently had recovered from the shock of finding out that we weren’t alone, said, “Who said you’d be interrupting? The more, the merrier!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but it was turning me on. The joint I was rolling turned out to be a real fattie, and Gary joined us on the bed and helped us smoke it. Soon we were all stoned and laughing our asses off. Janice said to Gary, “Come in and join the party!” She pulled the sheet aside to let Gary into bed beside her. She leaned over and kissed me, then turned in the other direction and kissed Gary.
His clothes were off in a minute, and the festivities were underway. Gary and I kissed, licked, nibbled and stroked every inch of Janice’s body. He fingered her pussy while I rubbed my cock against her hard nipples. “This is so great,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to be in bed with two handsome guys.” She turned to Gary and said, “If you fuck as good as your roommate, I may never leave!”
By this time Janice was on all fours on the bed. I knelt in front of her and stuck my cock in her mouth, while Gary did the honors in her pussy, doggie-style. Moving back and forth, her long hair swaying as she took our thrusts from both ends, Janice was soon coated with sweat, her vocabulary reduced to only two syllables: “Fuck me!”
Which we did, all night long and well into the next morning.