Giving head came naturally to her—and was she ever hooked!

Holiday 2011

In this Issue:

• Their business trip romance became a journey to pleasure
• She gives him a booty call every week, and he comes running
• A daring dress leads to a sexy one-time tryst with a total stranger
• It was a late delivery and the messenger used the back door
• He was a hound, but one woman knew how to keep him in line
• Waitressing didn’t cut it, so she found a more lucrative profession
• With her husband away she turns to other consolations
• It took him nearly fifty years to get her, but it was worth the wait
• Her neighbor thought he was too big for her. It was a challenge
• Five young guys at his daughter’s wedding were hot for his wife
• Hidden Desires
• Biker Dude
• She hadn’t wanted to even go to the party, but it worked out great
• She earned her grade the hard way—making her professor hard
• This year’s annual sex pilgrimage was truly a trip to remember
• His taste for full-figured girls was tickled right in his own back yard
• With both their spouses away, it was too good an opportunity to miss
• He offers up his body for her to play with—she takes it from there
• This sultry summer idyll features a hot stranger and a steamy climax
• Giving head came naturally to her—and was she ever hooked!
• For some of the prom-goers it was hell night, for others pure magic
• That first encounter with her boyfriend’s manhood was a hit
• They had talked about swinging with another person, but they hadn’t figured on two . . . and then four . . .
• MIDNIGHT at the TUNNEL of LOVE
• They expected it to be a threesome, but the party grew some
• Here’s a smutty new take on “employee evaluations”
• Her old flame turned up suddenly, and it was better than old times
• Her Daughter’s wingman
• A PROMISCUOUS WIFE, A RANDY FRIEND AND AN UNRELIABLE DOG
• HIS WIFE LIKES TO PLAY WAITRESS IN JUST A SEE-THROUGH NIGHTIE
• THE STRANGER WANTED TO FUCK HER, AND HER HUSBAND HELPED
• ONCE HER TUBES WERE TIED SHE COULD REALLY LET HERSELF GO

One of the most memorable events in my life was the first time I gave a blowjob. His name was Phil, and we were in a film appreciation class together my sophomore year. He invited me for coffee in the student cafeteria one night after we’d seen a sensual foreign film. As we drank our coffee, we talked about our views on sexuality, love, marriage and virginity. I told him how I intended on keeping my virginity till I was married, when I met the right man.

The lustful look in his eyes dimmed as he listened. He stopped me and said, “Lis­ten, Connie, I’m really, really attracted to you, and while I fully appreciate your virginal intent, you do know there are other things that couples can share and do to express their feelings toward each other besides vaginal penetration?”

As he spoke, his hand caressed my knee under the table. I sensed immediately that I was in trouble. I was very turned on. But nothing further happened that night, since it was getting late and we both had early classes in the morning.

By our third date I’d held onto my virginity and was confident when we went out to eat at a nice restaurant, where I had a drink or two before we went parking at the overlook outside town. Other couples were there, and their cars rocked a lit­tle and their windows were steamed shut as indication of what they were doing.

We kissed a little. Then, as Phil gave me some sensual nibbles, he whispered in my ear, “Let’s get comfy in the back seat.”

Despite my apprehension, I consented, and soon we were in back kissing wildly while touching and caressing each other. Phil took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I squeezed it playfully. He ran his hand up my leg and rubbed my crotch under my skirt. I felt myself moisten and didn’t protest when he started pulling my pantyhose down, giving him access to my panty crotch.

His rubbing had me on the verge of climax when he gasped, “Oh Connie, I don’t want to come in my pants. Take my cock out.” So I did. I loved how it throbbed in my hand. He started pushing my head down to it, but I said I didn’t know how. “Maybe I should just stroke it,” I said.

“No, it’s not the same,” he panted. “Please, Connie.”

“Okay,” I said finally.

Awkwardly and nervous­ly, I leaned down to it. Phil leaned back against the seat. I blew cool breath across the head and saw the veins leaping and pulsing. It amazed me to realize the power I had over him at that moment. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around the tip, then swirled my tongue over it. He shot his hips upward, driving his hard cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and quickly pulled my head away.

“Oh no, don’t pull away,” he pleaded. Since he’d gotten me off with his fingers, I reasoned that I owed him in turn, so again I sank down, swirling my tongue, and en­gulfed as much as I could. I tasted his salty precome. “Suck me, baby, please,” he urged, and I finally caught on and began to suck him. More precome leaked from the tip. I began to bob my head while I sucked, my ­saliva providing lubrication. I was having fun!

When I caressed his balls lightly he lost it, shouting, “Oh God, Connie, I’m coming!” I was surprised by the way his body shuddered when he came. His cock pulsed, and the tip seemed to flare a millisecond before I felt his come shoot in my mouth and down my throat. I gulped as fast as I could to keep up, and he held my head still until he finished, then let go. I fell away, gasp­ing for breath.

We dated till the end of the semester, when Phil broke up with me, probably for a girl who would fuck. But I didn’t care. By then I was addicted to the taste of semen—while still a virgin!

Since then I’ve given literally hundreds of blowjobs, including a whole bunch of guys in one night at a frat party. I’ve also blown professors, teaching assistants and strangers, and I have loved each and every one. My college education has certainly been memorable, but that first one is still the most memorable one for me.

—C.L., Columbus, Ohio