We had been in the air for about an hour, and I wasn’t missing the airline terminal where I had just spent the last ten hours waiting for a flight. But it was time well spent, since I knew I would soon be in the company of the sexiest man on earth. Cliff had given me a very specific packing list: one pair of jeans, one sweater and one set of workout clothes, the rest of my wardrobe to consist of the kind of sexy outfits calculated to arouse any man’s desire. I wasn’t really certain what he had meant about making sure everyone got his fair share, but my nasty little mind was filled with hope and anticipation.
Once I had landed and cleared my luggage, I looked around expectantly, although I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Cliff had said that he might not be able to pick me up himself, but that transportation to the post had been arranged for me. Then I heard myself being paged over the intercom, and when I made my way to the courtesy desk I was approached by a tall young gentleman with a military haircut, who smiled at me and told me that Cliff had sent him to pick me up. His name, he said, was Barry. “I recognized your legs,” he told me as he hefted my luggage and led me outside to his car.
I knew what he was talking about. Cliff and I had had several conversations about the men he was working with, and how, like him, they were all very lonely and horny, being so far from home. He had thought it only fair to share with them the pictures I had sent him for his birthday, of me in various scanty outfits, and even a couple of nudes. They all especially loved my legs, he had reported. Well, I’d told him, anything I could do to help raise morale was all right with me. I knew Cliff was counting on that, and that he wanted to see just how much I would do in that direction. I also suspected that young Barry was kind of a preliminary test. Well, that was just fine with me!
Barry loaded my luggage in the trunk and opened the car door for me. As I got in, I made sure to lower myself slowly and to brush my breast against his arm as I did so. I carefully placed my leg inside and turned slightly, making sure to give him a good view of my thigh, and just a glimpse of my sexy lace panties. When I looked up at him, he smiled. “Yes,” he said again, “I would know those legs anywhere.”
As he drove our conversation was lively, covering everything from his work to how he felt about being so far from home. I asked him if he missed his wife, which seemed to make him a little nervous, but he said yes. I had left a good portion of my leg uncovered, and I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was making a tent in his trousers. Just the thought of a hard cock, after two weeks without one, made my mouth water. I asked him how he kept busy when his shift was over. Barry just shrugged and said he worked out a lot, but that he still had a lot of unused energy to burn off.
I just smiled and looked down at his cock again. It seemed even larger than before, and about to burst out of his pants. He saw where I was looking, and he kind of swallowed.
“Cliff told me you were always good company on a road trip,” he said hoarsely.
Well, this was as good a time as any. “Did he also tell you that I love to suck cock?” I said as I reached over to unfasten his belt and quickly unzip his pants.
“Oh yeah, he did!” Barry panted. “Can you show me?” He could hardly un-hook the seat belt fast enough as I lowered my head into his lap and wrapped my lips around the purple head of his dick. He let out a gasp and then a soft moan as I took his cock deep into my throat, sliding my lips slowly down the shaft. I tasted a drop of precome as I pulled back up on the shaft, then went down for another long gulp. I slid one hand deep into his pants to cup and massage his balls as I continued to suck hard, using my tongue around the head of his prick. He held onto the wheel with one hand and placed the other one on the back of my head, moaning the whole time. “Oh, yeah . . .” he panted. “That’s it . . . God, you really do love to suck cock!”.
After a minute I pulled his cock from my mouth and looked up at him. “Do you want me to make you come?” I asked him, knowing the answer. He almost lost control of the car as he nodded furiously. I knew he would come long and hard, and I longed for the taste of jism in my mouth. I went back to my task, slowing down as I felt him get close to the edge. I wanted him to enjoy it–and to give Cliff a good report.
“Oh shit, please, I want to come in your mouth!” he groaned.
I smiled up at him. “Please do,” I said, and I started sucking like a cock-hungry slut, up and down, harder and faster. His moans grew louder and he was panting hoarsely. Then he was shouting, and the car was swerving dangerously. I took him deep one more time as I felt the first squirt of come at the back of my throat, and I kept sucking and pulling for more. After another two or three spurts, I pulled his cock out just enough to catch the rest of his jism on my face and lips. I wanted him to see just how nasty and wanton I could be.
I zipped Barry back up and settled back into my seat with a smile. “God, you are unbelievable!” he said. “Thank you.” Then he added, “Cliff told me I would be thanking him for having me pick you up, and now I know he was right.”
“Yes,” I told him. “Cliff is always right about everything.” And he knew me too well, I thought. My pussy was so hot and wet that I didn’t dare touch it. I couldn’t wait to see Cliff, and to have his cock in there after such a long time. But now I knew that he wouldn’t be the only one to have me on this trip. At least that’s what I was hoping.
As we pulled up to the guest lodging, I could see Cliff’s face through the frosted window. I saw the smile in his eyes that told me how much he wanted me, and I knew that he could tell I was glad to see him too. I also knew that, even at that distance, he could tell that I had been up to something.
He came out of the lodge as I emerged from the car. We hugged each other and he kissed me softly and tenderly. “You taste salty, darling,” he murmured, smiling with that ‘I can’t want to fuck you’ look on his face. Barry was getting the luggage out of the trunk, and I turned to say good-bye to him, making sure Cliff could hear me as I told him that if he ever had to work off any more extra energy, to let me know.
Cliff handed me my room key and told me to go on ahead, and that he would join me in a minute. As I went into the rather military-looking lobby I looked back to see him talking to Barry. He had the biggest grin on his face as Barry evidently told him what had happened, and what a hot woman I was. I smiled as I got into the elevator, knowing that I was about to get the fucking of my life as I in my turn told Cliff every detail of the drive from the airport. I couldn’t wait!
Inside my room I took off my sweater and skirt and laid them strategically across the floor leading to the bed. I wanted Cliff to have a sign of what was in store for him. I went into the bathroom, and when I came out Cliff was there, along with my luggage. His eyes were blazing, and there was a devilish smile on his face. I knew he couldn’t wait to fuck me, but that he would, and that he would make me beg for it if he wanted to.
“How was the ride from the airport?” he asked calmly as he commenced to pull off his sweater.
I started by explaining how surprised I was to find such a handsome man as Barry there to meet me, and how I wanted to make sure that he was well compensated for his trouble. I was in my underwear, a black see-through bra and sheer black panties with lace trim. My nipples were hard and standing at attention, and I knew Cliff could see my puffy pussy lips through the panties. I began to rub my nipples through my bra, causing them to grow even harder. I lowered one strap and exposed my breast to him as I went on with my story, telling him what I had done with Barry. He turned to sit in a chair next to the bed and began to take off his shoes. But I could see him looking hungrily at my tits.
“What kind of wanton woman sucks off a stranger who gives her a ride?” he asked as he slipped off his shoes, and sat back to hear my explanation. I just smiled. I loved it when he played with me as if I were his personal fuck toy.
“The kind of woman who wants you to know just how cock-hungry she is,” I replied, slipping the other strap off my shoulder. I took both nipples in my fingers and twisted them, making myself gasp. I wanted his lips on them in the worst way.
Cliff stood up as if to come to me, but stood still for a moment, taking in my body. I could see the bulge in his jeans made by his straining cock, and I let out a hungry moan, “I missed your cock, baby!” I said, and he laughed as he began to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it from the loops and gathered it in his hands as he walked closer to me. He reached out and rubbed the belt over my tits, and I moved my hands away so I could feel the rough leather sliding over them. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me, and I knew he would.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked gently, and of course I said yes. But he stopped and backed away again, “Rub your pussy for me,” he ordered. I protested that my cunt was so hot that I was afraid that if I touched it I would come. Cliff just looked at me hard until I gave in, bringing my fingers to my hot pussy and rubbing it slowly and softly through my panties, leaning my head back and closing my eyes to savor the sensation of touching myself for my lover.
When I looked at him again, Cliff had taken off his jeans, and now his hard cock was straining at his underwear, wanting to be unleashed. “Oh baby, that cock gets bigger each time I see it!” I gasped, and I began to rub my pussy harder and faster. I wanted to touch that big cock, I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to suck it and suck it until the prick I had sucked just a short while ago seemed like just a snack before the main course. Cliff smiled at me and rubbed his cock through his shorts as he told me that his friend Barry had been most complimentary about my gracious company on the trip from the airport, and had wanted to know if he could take me back to catch my return flight in a few days. I could feel my pussy juices making my panties wet.
“Let me see that cunt,” Cliff told me. I couldn’t have been happier to get my fingers closer to my enlarged clit. I pulled my panties aside to reveal my full lips, which were already glistening with my juices. Cliff bent down close to my pussy and blew on it with his warm breath. I moaned, feeling the juices flowing out of me.
“What kind of slut comes like that from someone just blowing on her pussy?” Cliff said.
“The kind that wants to fuck the hell out of you!” I moaned, and I started to rub my clit slowly and steadily. Soon I was panting and gasping softly, and I begged him to let me suck his cock.
“Not until I see you come for me, you hot little thing,” he said. That was what I wanted too. I wanted to come and come hard. I had so much passion stored up inside me, and I needed to let it all out. I pushed my fingers deep inside my hot pussy and covered them with my juices. Then I resumed my steady rhythm on my clit. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come, and Cliff hastened the process by pulling down his undershorts to reveal his huge cock with its throbbing purple head. Every time I saw it anew I couldn’t believe how hard and long it was. I knew I wanted to get fucked long and hard with that rod all night! “That’s it, baby,” he husked as he began to stroke himself. “Everyone here wants to see you come.”
That was too much for me. Watching him rubbing his dick drove me wild, and I started coming uncontrollably, crying out as my body spasmed and my juices gushed from my pussy.
Cliff moved closer to me then, asking if I still wanted to suck his cock. I moaned in reply, positioning myself so I could reach his dick with my mouth. “I want you to suck me just like you sucked Barry in the car,” he told me. I was more than ready to do that, and more.
I opened my panting mouth and placed my hot lips around the head of his cock. I took his shaft in my hand, still wet with pussy juice, and began to stroke it slowly as I sucked it in, but there was soon less and less of it to stroke as I continued to take the thick rod down my throat. I heard him gasp and then moan softly. I loved hearing that sound, and I loved having his cock where it belonged, deep in my throat. I wanted to take my time with it, to suck it, love it and play with it until he couldn’t hold back any more and had to shoot his load. I massaged his clean-shaven balls, licking them as my mouth reached the bottom of his shaft with each downward stroke. I felt his hands in my hair and his lower body began to move, mouth-fucking me slowly, then faster, then stopping when he got too close. We both wanted this to last.
Licking up and down his cock, I would take just the head in my mouth and rub my tongue over the tip, then slide my lips slowly down over the shaft for another trip to his balls. I could have sucked on this cock forever, and I knew he knew that.
At one point, as I was sucking his shaft and rubbing his balls, I wet the fingers of my free hand and slid it down to his asshole. He hissed, and I felt his fingers tighten in my hair, then let up, as if giving me permission to continue, to make him come. I needed to be as free and nasty with him as he wanted me to be, and more. I wanted to be covered with his come before we were finished. I felt his balls tighten and I tasted his precome as I licked the head of that large dick. But then he pushed me away. “Don’t make me come yet, girl.” he panted. “I want more cocksucking, and then some pussy too!”
He sat down on the bed then, leaning back against the pillows like a king, and motioned for me to crouch between his legs. Once again I began hungrily to suck that cock, pleasuring him with all my skill until he had almost come three times. I loved every moment of it, but my pussy was aching now, aching for his dick, and he knew it.
“What do you want, girl?” he demanded finally, as if he didn’t already know the answer. “Tell me what you need.”
“I want to fuck you, damn it!” I groaned. “I need that cock in my cunt!” I crawled up over him then until his face was below mine, and kissed him deeply, tasting his tongue for the first time that night. Cliff unhooked my bra and told me to take off my panties, which I swiftly did. “All right, baby,” he said then. “Fuck me like the hot little animal you are!” And that was exactly what I was, an animal in heat, and in need of that thick hard cock.
I sat up, sliding down to straddle his hips. I raised myself over his dick and let it slide into my hot, aching pussy. Christ, it felt so good to have it there! I felt full and complete. Cliff liked it there too. His head rolled back as my swollen pussy lips and the hot walls of my cunt swallowed up that huge throbbing dick. The look in his eyes was one of complete satisfaction and happiness, and we both laughed with the delirium of being so damn hot for each other.
I started to fuck him then, slowly at first, enjoying each stroke. Cliff matched me stroke for stroke, pushing deeply inside me. We were both so horny, and we loved fucking each other. Sometimes we could do it for hours, but I knew this wouldn’t be the night for that. It had been too long since we had been together, and we both needed to come so badly. I was taking him in completely, until I could feel his balls against my ass and my clit pressing against the bottom of his shaft. He took my hard nipples in his mouth and began sucking and biting them, which made my pussy tighten up even more around his dick. “That’s it baby,” Cliff grated. “I feel that pussy grabbing my cock. Come for me, you hot little thing, come all over me!” I was gone now. I sped up my rhythm, pumping and panting and moaning, and then my whole body felt hot and my juices erupted out of me. I let out a loud scream and closed my eyes as I continued to fuck him even while I was coming. Oh my god, it felt so good!
Cliff was smiling up at me when I stopped. “Oh lord, I came so hard!” I gasped.
“Yes, and now it’s my turn,” he panted. “Get off me, girl. I want to fuck you doggie-style.”
He could not have said anything more likely to get me going again so soon after that last climax, and he knew it. I responded eagerly as he turned me around and placed me on all fours. This way I was able to look into the mirror above the dresser and see my passion-twisted face, my open, panting mouth, my hard-nippled tits dangling beneath me, and Cliff crouching behind me, placing that hard cock into my wet pussy. His face was wild as he drove his prick deep inside me. I knew he loved being in control, being able to set the pace and rhythm of his strokes, while all I could do was try to match his tempo. I loved it too, loved being his fuck toy and letting him take what he wanted and needed.
He fucked me hard and fast, until I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, but then he slowed his pace. I could tell that he wanted to last, to fuck me longer, and I wanted it too. I reached back with one hand and started to rub my clit. I wanted to come on that cock that was fucking me so good. He was varying his movements now, pumping me hard and fast, then slow and steady, and I was able to come twice more before he pushed me down on the bed, pulling my ass up. “Take my cock, girl, tell me you love it!” he gasped, and I did just that. The feeling of being fucked so hard and so passionately made me come yet again. I wanted him to shoot inside me now, I wanted his jism so badly, and now I didn’t have to wait long. I heard him groan, and then gave a cry of my own as I felt the thrust of fluid inside my cunt. His body shook as he spurted, and suddenly he pulled his cock out and shot two big squirts of jism onto my ass. It felt hot and wet and so damn good! Then he drove his dick back inside me, still spurting as he rubbed his come into my ass.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, fuck me, baby, I want more of that come!” His climax seemed to last forever, and soon I could feel his cream oozing out of my wet lips. I loved the feeling of his hot come running down my ass and thighs! I felt myself spasming again as he finally collapsed on top of me, both of us covered with salty sweat and come, both us completely satisfied and content.
As we exchanged breathless kisses, I pressed myself against his strong manly chest and thanked him for such a wonderful welcoming present. Cliff insisted that the pleasure was all his, but we both knew that was not true. Our love and passion for each other are so strong that our sexual encounters are always unbelievably hot and satisfying for both of us.
After a while Cliff looked over at the clock and said that he had to get to work soon. I was sad to think that I would be without him until his shift was over but on the other hand, the thought of how he might answer my next question made my whole body tingle. “And what am I going to be doing while you are working?” I asked demurely.
He smiled at me, and gave the answer I was expecting and hoping for. “Well, I told you how all the guys here reacted to your pictures,” he murmured. “There are a lot of men here who might have some extra energy that they need to work off. Like Barry in the car, remember?”
My eyes lit up. “And I suppose you have already volunteered my services to them?” I inquired.
“That will be up to you, darling,” Cliff said. “But I’m sure they are aware of the possibility. And I bet they can hardly wait.”
“Neither can I,” I said happily. –Name and address withheld
I am writing this letter only hours after the events it describes took place, and I still can’t believe they actually happened. I have been married for twelve and a half years, and have been making love to the same man for almost twenty. Over the years I have had offers to have sex with other men, or to participate in a threesome with another couple, but this was the first time I have actually performed with another man since I met Jack, my husband.
Jack and I have always tried to keep our lovemaking interesting by telling each other our fantasies, and exploring new acts and positions. But recently my libido seems to have grown hungrier, and Jack just can’t seem to keep up. He has never been the kind of man who is ready again an hour after his first climax once his juices have been spent, he isn’t ready for more until the next day. So even though I usually found our lovemaking satisfying, I was in need of much more. And today, more is what I got.
In spite of the fact that I was always faithful to Jack, I have tended to be flirtatious sometimes, a tendency that has gotten me into some pretty tense situations, although they never turned serious before. But yesterday I happened to be talking on the phone with Philip, an old friend of mine. During our conversation I mentioned that my back was aching a bit, and Philip jokingly offered to come over and massage it for me. In the same half-serious manner I asked him when he was coming. We were both just playing around, but suddenly there was an undertone of something else in our banter, and we could both feel it. Finally he asked if I was serious. Instead of answering him directly, I told him that my husband would be home in half an hour.
I could hear the disappointment in his voice as he told me I had placed him in a “predicament.” I was pretty sure he meant that I had given him a hard-on, and thinking of that made my heart beat faster. Without stopping to think I told him to come over around noon the next day, and hung up.
I was so nervous that night that sleep was out of the question. I had never before seriously considered cheating on my husband. I kept playing different scenarios over in my head, my stomach churning with emotion. The next morning–this morning–as the time got closer, my heart was beating so hard that I thought that someone looking closely enough would be able to see it pulsating through my clothes. I kept telling myself that Philip might not show up, but in my heart I knew he would.
When he arrived, the tension between us could have been cut with a knife. We chatted for a while about trivial things, but we were both nervous. The business about him massaging my back was forgotten we both knew why he was really there, and the only question was whether we were going to go through with it.
Philip was unmarried, and had evidently not had a lot of experience with women. I soon realized that if this was going to go anywhere, I was going to have to take the lead. I sat beside him on the sofa and cuddled up to him. His arm went around me, and it wasn’t long before his mouth was on mine. Our kisses began to get hotter as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, searching for mine. I held his head in my heads, massaging my fingertips into his scalp. As the pleasure increased, moans of gratification seeped past my lips.
Philip stopped kissing me long enough to ask me if he could touch my breasts. His sweet politeness made me want him even more. He was kissing me now not only on the lips, but on my forehead, chest and neck. I had begun to explore his chest with my fingers, massaging my palms into his pecs through his shirt. As his right hand caressed my back, his left traveled over my left breast. I heard his breathing get faster, and I reached down to feel his cock pulsating against his jeans, as if begging to be let out. I pushed the palm of my hand against his swollen manliness and proceeded to massage it slowly.
After a few minutes of this heavy petting, Philip brought his mouth to my ear and whispered that he wanted to see me naked. For a moment I was overcome by the thought that no one but Jack had seen me naked for the past twenty years. But then, there is a first for time for everything.
The couch was cramping our style, so we headed for the bedroom. As we lay next to each other on the bed, the kisses started up again. Philip’s hand reached under my shirt, searching for my breasts, not asking this time if it was okay. His mouth opened over mine, and with some urgency he penetrated my mouth with his tongue more deeply than before, and I gasped softly in response to this new pleasure. I reached for my bra clasp and released my breasts as his kisses moved to my neck. I pulled at his shirt, and he helped me remove it. His chest was covered with fine, soft black hair. I ran my fingers through its thickness as he pulled away from me long enough to assist me in pulling off my shirt.
His hand reached for my right breast as his mouth suckled my left. Erotic sensations pulsed through my veins, and I found myself moaning in response to his touch. His right hand moved down to my crotch and caressed it through the thickness of my jeans. His tongue forced its way into my mouth again, playing tag with mine.
I undid my jeans and slid them off my legs, along with my panties. His fingers left my breast and slowly moved down my stomach, moving past the small patch of hair above my clitoris and finding their way into my very wet box. My hips rose from the bed in response to the play of his fingers. The blood in my veins was reaching a boiling point, and I couldn’t stop moaning and gasping as his fingers probed and explored my snatch. My hand moved down to push his tighter against me, and the faster his fingers pumped my pussy, the harder I pushed. My other hand again reached for the bulge in his pants while he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my sopping twat.
With his free hand he undid his jeans and placed my hand on his swollen prong. His tongue thrust into my mouth again and again, as if fucking it, and I wanted him more than ever. I stroked his rod slowly, feeling it pulsate against my palm. I cupped my hand around his balls and massaged them gently. I heard him moaning against my lips, and I slid my mouth away long enough to ask him breathlessly if he wanted me to suck his cock.
His eyes widened with surprise, and he nodded slowly. Actually I was almost as surprised at myself as he was, but my pent-up desire was carrying me onward. I gave him a passionate kiss before repositioning myself, crouching by his side and bending over to take his cock in my mouth. His hand moved slowly over my back, making little circles on my flesh. As I moistened his tool with my tongue I took it deeper in, until it was totally engulfed in my mouth. I could feel the mushroom-shaped head tickling my tonsils. I rocked back and forth on my knees, devouring that swollen tool, sucking it until I heard him gasp out, “Yesss! Oh Christ, you’re good! Yes!”
I was happy to give him pleasure, and thrilled at the sensation of sucking a cock that was not my husband’s for the first time in twenty years. My pussy was wetter than before, and I could feel my clit throbbing. My lips released their vacuum seal around his prong, and I moved up beside him, planting wet kisses on his lips. His tongue once again played tag with mine, until he ended the kissing by drawing my lower lip into his mouth and sucking it strongly, then slowly releasing it. His eyes looked into mine, and I smiled and asked him if he was enjoying himself. His face lit up as he whispered, “Oh, yes!”
With that he slid himself down toward the foot of the bed, positioning himself so that his head was between my legs. The warmth of his breath made my hips jerk upward. His tongue moistened my clit, tracing the outline of the hard little button. My hands began to massaged his scalp as his tongue worked its way down to my wet slit. I heard myself moaning as the pleasure raced through my veins. His wet tongue probed my box, and my back arched, my crotch mashing against his face. I had never felt such an intensely erotic feeling as he devoured the sweet juices that oozed from my squirming cunt.
When I stopped spasming Philip moved back up over me, his body pressing into mine. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The taste of my own juices on his tongue made me suck and lick at it eagerly. I reached for his throbbing rod and stroked it carefully, not wanting him to come too soon. Philip groaned and looked into my eyes as he said he wanted me to be on top of him. I didn’t care what position we were in, just as long as I could feel his big hard prong inside my wet pussy.
Philip moved onto his back, and I bent over him again, giving his cock a few sucks to moisten it with my saliva. Then I swung myself over him, positioning my throbbing box over his pole, then easing myself down onto him. I could see the pleasure in his face. His eyes were closed and his head pushed back into the pillow as my pumping hips worked his cock in and out of my pussy. My fingers ran through the black hair on his chest as my dripping twat worked up and down on his rod. Soft moans of pleasure escaped both of us, but mine soon turned to shouts of joy as I came around his tool. I continued to pump up and down on his cock until he too reached climax, shooting powerfully up inside me.
I collapsed beside him and stroked the side of his face with my hand. He kissed my fingers as they lingered near his lips. Both of us were sweaty and spent, but we didn’t want to let go of each other. I continued to run my fingers through his chest hair, occasionally tracing the outline of a nipple with my fingertip. At one point I brought my mouth to his nipple and ran my tongue around it. He told me that no one had ever done that before, so I did it again. We lay beside each other, cuddling, talking and kissing. The kisses gradually got more passionate, and finally I asked him how long it would take before he could get hard again. I was really thrilled when he said probably about fifteen or twenty minutes.
In fact it seemed like less than that before he took my hand and moved it to his again rigid cock. My fingers encased his boner and I stroked him, glorying in the hardness and strength of it. Once again I straddled him, gently inserting his rod into my still-wet pussy and rocking back and forth on his love muscle. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten to fuck a man twice within such a short time, but I knew that his erection would last longer the second time. I bent forward, crouching over him to force his cock further into my needy pussy. As I rocked back and forth, I reached behind me to massage his balls, causing him to arch from the bed and push still deeper inside me.
Over the next twenty minutes we fucked like animals, gasping, groaning and screaming as we pleasured each other. I lost track of how many times I came, but the last time my orgasm was so powerful it knocked me off my perch. He was still throbbingly erect, and I reached out to stroke his pulsating probe, then inhaled it into my mouth and began sucking it as deeply as I could, swallowing the head of it into my throat as he groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. Moments later he warned me that he was getting ready to come, but I only sucked harder, stroking the underside of his shaft with my tongue, until his come began spurting out, and I eagerly swallowed every drop.
We were totally spent now, and I nestled my head into the crook of his arm as we slowly recovered our breath. Philip told me this was the most exciting experience he had had in years, and that he hoped we could do it again. I said I hadn’t even thought about that, but that it had been amazing for me too. But I still loved my husband, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue being unfaithful to him. My body wanted to, for sure, but my heart had its reservations.
Before he left I told him I would think about it and let him know. I was hoping that writing this letter would help me decide. And actually I think it has. Recalling what we did has made me really hot to see him again. I think I’ll call him up right now and tell him to come over again tomorrow.–N.L., Santa Rosa, California
I had never been to a health club before one of Mom’s friends invited me to join her at a new one she had just joined. I was never a “physical fitness” type, preferring to spend free time at book discussion groups and classical concerts and science lectures. I was one of the “nerd girls” at my school, the kind with her nose always buried in a book.
Still, Mom’s friend Deena is a nice person. She gave me a great leather-bound copy of Shakespeare’s sonnets for my eighteenth birthday the previous month. So when she invited me to the all-female club, I figured it wouldn’t kill me. After an hour of spinning and aerobics, though, I wondered if I was wrong about that.
I wasn’t used to doing anything more strenuous than reaching for library books. Soon I was so exhausted, I could have kissed Deena when she said we could hit the showers. We had towels wrapped around our bodies as we walked to the shower area. All but the last stall at the back were occupied. “Come on,” she said, “we can share this one. It’s big enough.”
My heart skipped a beat. Deena didn’t look like the stereotype of a lesbian. She was slender and elegant, definitely the most sophisticated of Mom’s friends. Her offer might have been innocent. But I hoped it wasn’t. I realized long ago I’m a “celibate lesbian.” All my sexual feelings are for girls, or older female teachers. I’d never acted on those feelings, but they definitely were there.
When Deena removed her towel and hung it on a peg, I tried not to stare at her body. Her breasts were nice and round. Her pubic bush was neatly trimmed. She looked fantastic. I put my towel on top of hers and purposely didn’t look at her as I adjusted the shower. I wanted her to check out my naked body without knowing I knew what she was doing.
When I felt her hands on me, I nearly collapsed with excitement and relief. I turned toward her, and we kissed under the warm water. She reached for my pussy, massaging it and spreading my lips with her fingers. I gave her breasts a long squeeze, then leaned over to suck her stiff nipples.
Even though the stall didn’t have a door, I didn’t worry about being seen. I was too engrossed in what Deena was doing to me and I was doing to her. I felt two fingers in my pussy, really being worked in and out. I’d played with myself that way in bed at home, but feeling somebody else do it to me was a whole other sensation.
I did the same thing to her. She was really creamy inside. We were in perfect rhythm, finger-fucking each other while we kissed in the steam of the shower stall. I felt my orgasm start to build. Faster than I’d have thought possible, I clenched my teeth and began panting through my nose.
“That’s it,” Deena said, “let yourself come. All over my fingers. Let yourself go.”
I groaned with release. When the climax passed, I worried that I might have cried out loud enough to be overheard. It turned out not to matter. I heard clapping from outside our stall.
I opened my eyes. A half dozen other wonderfully naked women stood outside, staring in at me and Deena. They crowded around us, patting me on the back and squeezing my bare butt and rubbing my wet breasts. They said how pretty I was, and congratulated Deena on bringing me that day.
“Welcome to the club,” one of them said to me.
I signed up for a year’s membership right after I got dressed.–S.L., West Hartford, Connecticut
I have been a fan of Penthouse Letters ever since it began. Your magazine really helped me to learn about sex and what women like. For that matter, it helped give me the balls to experiment with girls and to explore the things that make me feel good without limits or boundaries.
For example, when a girlfriend of mine first started to play with my ass, although I loved the feeling, it made me a little nervous and apprehensive. But by the time I got married, I was a real ass man. I married a lady who was as kinky as I was, and loved it when I would kiss and lick her ass for hours. Then she would go down on me and treat me to the same sensations.
She had an unbelievably long tongue, and would stick it way up my ass while holding my cheeks open with her hands. When she pulled her tongue out, she would stick her fingers in, and eventually use a dildo on my ass while she sucked my brains right out the end of my dick.
What a great woman she was, game for just about anything. I never wanted her to leave, but when she did, your magazine helped save my sanity and keep my sex life alive.
A short time ago a gay friend of mine named Dusty told me he wanted to blow me. Here was something else I’d read about in your magazine that I thought I might try, so I let him. It felt good, and later I decided I also wanted to try taking a cock in my mouth. But it was weeks before that finally happened.
One night we were in my car, and Dusty asked me if I wanted to feel his dick. I said yes, and proceeded to feel it through the fabric of his pants. He opened his pants and pulled them down, then took my hand and placed it on his dick.
“You like the way it feels?” he asked.
I nodded.
His next question was: “You want to suck it?”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
I was feeling weird, but I remembered that there are many ways of giving and receiving pleasure. So I bent my head down and licked the head of Dusty’s dick. He moaned, and I put it in my mouth, then took in more and more of it, and sucked hard, like a straw in a thick malt. He moaned louder.
I pulled his dick out of my mouth and asked him how I was doing. “Great!” he said. “Oh shit, don’t stop, it feels too good!”
The fact was, it felt good to me too. So I kept on sucking, getting a really good rhythm going. Dusty asked me what he should do when he came. I took his cock out of my mouth again and said, “I want your come. I want to taste it. Let me have it.”
Then I took his cock back in and swallowed the whole thing in a single gulp. I couldn’t believe I was able to do that, but I liked it a lot. Dusty started to shake and quiver, thrusting his hips up, fucking his cock in and out of my throat. He let out a yell as come shot out of him. I kept sucking hard, trying to get it all.
I pulled back a little so I could taste it too, experiencing the taste of come for the first time. I thought, no wonder women love it so much! At that point I didn’t want to let his cock out of my mouth, and just kept on sucking until he pulled away.
I asked him how I was, and he said, “You were great!” He proceeded to give me another blowjob out of gratitude.
About a month later Dusty called to ask if I would like to try that again. “Hell, yes!” I said. “Come on over!”
I couldn’t wait for him to arrive. By the time he got to my place, I was practically shaking with lust. He could tell I wanted his dick really badly. He was still standing just inside the front door as I sank down on my knees in front of him, reaching for his belt. I opened his pants and pulled them down. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock in my mouth again. When I got it, I swallowed it right down.
Dusty moaned and said he was going to fuck my mouth. I moaned too. He proceeded to do what he said, pushing his cock in my mouth and pulling it out as I licked and sucked it voraciously, until he screamed out that he was coming. I swallowed every drop of his jism, and I loved it. Afterward, I told him I would do it again anytime.
More and more it seems that all my boundaries, all my inhibitions, have disappeared. I love pussy and tits and ass on a woman, and I love cocks and balls and men’s asses too. Because of Penthouse Letters, I haven’t been afraid to experiment. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the freedom and the pleasure you’ve given me.–R.D., Fort Worth, Texas
I have to confess that at eighteen I am still blush, blush a virgin. Guys have felt me up and down on dates, but I don’t think getting my boobs squeezed or having my pussy fingered counts. Plus I’ve sucked a couple of guys’ dicks, but that’s not real sex, right?
Still, I have plenty of sexual feelings. That means I play with myself a lot–just about every day. I would die if anybody who knew me found out I masturbate so much, but until the right guy comes along, I have to take care of myself, right?
Getting back to my story, my mom is a dental hygienist and sometimes brings home boxes of those form-fitting latex “doctor gloves” from work. She wears them around the house when she cleans the sink and stuff. I found a better use for them!
I like to lock my bedroom door, clear the stuffed animals off my bed, turn my CD player up loud and take off my pants and underwear. I leave my blouse on. It makes me feel nastier to be bottomless while I’m still completely covered up on top. I spread out a fluffy towel on top of my comforter, positioned so it’ll be under my butt when I lie down. Then I slip on a pair of those incredibly thin latex gloves.
Here’s the cool part. On my nightstand I keep a bottle of baby oil. I squirt a bit in the palms of my gloves and rub it all up and down the fingers before I touch myself. When I rub those slippery fingers up and down my pussy slit, I get incredibly creamy inside.
I slide my fingers in and out of my tight pink hole. I pinch my hooded little clitty. I even slip my fingers down and play with my butthole, rubbing all around it and dipping inside. The baby oil and my natural juices make my crotch and the tops of my legs shiny and slick.
What puts me over the edge and makes me come is when the gloves start dissolving. Back when I was in sex ed class at high school, the teacher used to warn us never to use baby oil or Vaseline with condoms. Something in the oil makes rubbers break down. I guess the same thing happens with latex gloves, because in just a few minutes they start totally falling apart.
I love it when my fingers break through the dissolving latex of the gloves. It’s like a kinky little surprise when I realize that bare, uncovered fingers are inside my cunt, with shreds of latex hanging down around my knuckles.
I work my fingers in and out of my pussy even harder. Then I stretch my lips wide while I grind the base of my palm against my clit. I bite down on my bottom lip and thrash around on the bed when I climax, making the bedsprings squeak. That is why I leave the CD player on, so Mom and my stepdad won’t hear me and wonder what I’m doing.
These sessions leave me so exhausted that I lie panting on my bed for a couple of minutes after I come. I highly recommend this kind of “safe sex” to all other girls who want to “get in touch with themselves”!–F.N., Paterson, New Jersey
It started as a joke, just some fun dressing up for my lady friends, like a costume party. Some friends were planning a theme party, and the hostess asked if a few of us men would mind being “girls,” as she wanted “hostesses” to help her serve food.
My buddies said yes. Anything silly is okay with them. The girl throwing the party told us to dress very “camp,” whatever that meant. Since I’m not dating anyone at the moment, and I don’t have a sister, I had to assemble an outfit all by myself.
Fortunately, from my years of reading Penthouse publications, I had a good idea of what to buy. I hit the mall and within a few hours had a fairly good-looking outfit–not easy for a guy over six feet, two hundred pounds. I told the saleslady what I was doing, and she became my best friend, helping me put together my “ensemble.”
The night of the party, my friends came to pick me up. They both looked silly: one short fat guy and one matchstick. Looking at me, they said almost together:
“You took this too serious.”
“You look like a woman.”
Off we went to the party, three older guys in drag. Within minutes we were the hit of the night, drawing laughs and remarks like “What are you doing later, sweetie?” and “Cute ass!” It was all fun, silly as I looked.
When I got home, I took a good look in the mirror–and liked what I saw. You could say my new life as a crossdresser began that night. For the next few months I did research on my computer, even finding a company that sells women’s things to men like myself–a “transformation” company, it’s called. After hours with the computer and all my catalogs, I settled on some purchases.
Now I don’t do things halfway. “Go for the gusto!” is my motto. Within a few weeks my complete wardrobe arrived, from shoes to a wig and all the frilly things in between. Over the next few months I practiced makeup and dressing, adding some more purchases and learning all I could about my new “hobby.”
I remember that Saturday night like it was yesterday. A shower, a close shave, and get my things out–no more dress rehearsals, this is the real deal! I began my transformation with the little pink panties with a garter belt over them. Then my white stockings and high heels, then my white bra with breast inserts silicone–nothing but the best , and on top of that a lacy camisole.
I looked in the mirror and decided I could pass for a woman. Not in bright daylight, but certainly at night in a dimly lit bar. For this dress-up I decided on a blue long-sleeve swing skirt dress– short, to show off my stockings. Now makeup: some eye shadow, some face powder and blush on my cheeks, a bright wet-look lipstick. Finally the crowning touch: my new blonde wig.
Some might call the new me “an aging fag in drag,” and perhaps they’re right. But in the mirror I saw an older lady trying to keep herself desirable. How acting fools us all, even the actor!
Still, there was no fun to it without sharing. My lady friends wouldn’t have understood, and my buddies from the party would consider it all “fag stuff.” I had to find a like-minded playmate.
I put an ad in the alternate-lifestyle paper and got at least five replies. It was mostly stupid stuff, but one letter sounded on the mark: a fifty-year-old-man, married, who’d been “dressing” since he was forty. His wife knew but didn’t approve or join in. “Take it elsewhere,” she said. His name was Joe, but during playtime he was Giuseppina!
We exchanged a few letters, and once we were comfortable with each other, we set a day to meet–no playtime, just a meeting face-to-face. Giuseppina suggested we meet in the evening in a big out-of-the-way parking lot behind the local diner–not too dark, but very isolated from the main street. After all, we live in this town and must keep this private.
Giuseppina also suggested that we “dress,” to show a commitment to our future arrangement. A big risk for each of us–to drive to the location without being seen or being stopped by cops.
The night went without a hitch. Giuseppina got out of her car and came to mine. She was very pretty. As she got in, I saw via my car light her very sexy outfit and nice legs. We made small talk, somewhat uncomfortably. Picture if you can two grown men in dresses and panties trying to be ladies–funny, yes, but erotic too.
Giuseppina asked to see my panties. As this was why we were here, I could hardly wait to pull up my dress and show her. She reached over the armrest and rubbed my “clit.” The excitement was almost too much. She asked if I wanted to see her panties. Yes! Hard to do much more than this in my car, but we got off to a good start.
Since then Giuseppina and I have been together a few times. She is lovely and knows how to please a “girl.” The latest development is that now her wife wants to join us! She said on the phone, “I can help both of you become the women you want to be.” Giuseppina says she’s pretty even at fifty, and loves to be eaten. We should have the best of all worlds–men-to-men, men-to-women and, best of all, crossdressers for all!–A.P., Fresno, California
Understand that Buster was always in love with my tits. Even before we married, my burly construction worker with the sexy black goatee and brilliant tattoos was into my jugfest big-time. My big D-cuppers always make my man want to fuck them, and since I gave birth, they have taken on a new life.
Besides thrilling me, my fuller and bolder boobs have made Buster a tit-worshiper big-time. Even when we just sit around talking, his hungry eyes drink in the liquidy lines of my boobs inside my blouse or sweater. He smiles those steel-gray eyes at me and makes me want to fuck no matter where we are.
I was in our bedroom tonight when I heard his van pull in the driveway. When he ambled in and saw me sitting on the bed, he smiled broadly. Once he realized I was naked, his hard-on filled the bedroom doorway.
“Hi, handsome,” I said.
His lusty eyes roamed over my full breasts as he inched closer, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes focused on my spreading legs and almost-bald beaver. I have a sexy landing strip above my pubes. When he bent over to kiss me, I copped a feel of his hard-on through his jeans. While massaging my mammaries, he licked his lips dry with desire.
“Get naked,” I said in a teasing voice.
He stripped and soon had his big hard-on aimed at my belly. He wedged his woody in, and our lips crashed in a hard kiss. The warm wetness weeping from my cunny became wetter as he wedged his fingers in.
“Feels so good,” I said as he stretched my snatch.
He pushed in deeper. At the same time, he lip-teased my tummy and tits, making sweet suckling sounds. I held his head tight to my mams, and he sucked my nipples insatiably. He looked up smiling, in hooter heaven. I suggested he go south and scout around.
Soon we were wrestling playfully in bed. Then his mighty organ was lodged in my small mouth. The heavy weight of his hard-on bore down on my tongue. He felt so warm and weighty in my mouth. His tongue, meanwhile, was swirling my juices into my cunny. He focused his tongue on my throbbing clit, and I thrashed harder against his face.
Still in 69 position, he kept barreling his fat cock in my mouth until his thrusts sent him balls-deep. I knew he was ready to cream me, and I welcomed the rush. He spewed so much thick come, I couldn’t swallow it all. It backed up my throat, and rivers of white joy seeped out the corners of my mouth.
I was almost there too, ready to peak in Buster’s mouth. But I wanted to feel more of his cock in my big easy. I told him to stretch out on his back so I could get squatter rights. I lowered my honey hole and impaled myself on his rigid shaft. As I humped up and down, I thrust my tits in his smiling face. Big baby that he is, he just whimpered and cried for some more mammary love. –T.L., Laredo, Texas
A couple of years ago I was a student teacher at a high school in a large Midwestern city. After my assignment ended, I was offered a position at the school.
In the two weeks before school reopened, all the teachers and a crew of student volunteers helped get the classrooms ready for the new school year. That’s when I met Mark, a senior who’d transferred in from a well-known prep school on account of family issues. He was touted as a star of our football team–a great-looking guy, with a killer smile and quiet self-confidence.
During the two weeks of preparing the classrooms, several times I caught him looking me over, and thought he might find me attractive. I have to admit that I was somewhat attracted to him. I’d broken up with my fiance earlier that spring because of his unfaithfulness, and there had been no one else since that breakup.
The last two days of the cleanup, Mark was assigned to my floor. We were to inventory all the books–in a room the size of a closet. During our time together, we got to know a bit about each other. I was impressed at how polite and polished he was for someone so young. He not only looked older than eighteen but acted much older. He also displayed a great sense of humor, so we did a fair amount of laughing.
Most of the day we were practically on top of each other in that small dark room–counting, then distributing the books. When we were about done for the day, Mark leaned over and planted several kisses on the back of my neck. It felt so good that, without thinking, I turned and kissed him softly on the lips.
He put his hands around my waist and kissed me deeper. I couldn’t believe how his kisses made me feel. Eventually, I came to my senses and gently pushed him away, then hurried out of the room.
The next day it was different between us. We worked in near silence. I was greatly relieved that we finished early, so I could go home. All during the day I kept thinking about our kissing, and how good it had felt.
I thought about Mark all through the long weekend before the start of school. Some of those thoughts made me moist between the legs, and made me wonder if I might dare to act on my feelings. But I vowed that nothing could come of my inappropriate thoughts. In time they would pass.
On a rainy Friday evening three weeks into the school year, I was home by myself, lying on my bed reading and enjoying some wine. I had lit some candles and was comfortable–I really didn’t want to be disturbed. I heard a knock at the front door but ignored it, hoping whoever it was would get discouraged and go away.
When the knocking grew louder, I got up and went to the door. I was surprised to see Mark. The football team had won its game, and he’d stopped on his way home.
Since our kiss, I’d learned more about Mark. His parents were killed in a car accident when he was seven. After a short stay with his Aunt Helen and her daughter Linda, he was sent to the boarding school back East. His aunt died, though, and he’d left the boarding school and moved in with Linda. She was a business-school graduate who worked for a local company.
Mark was soaked, so I asked him to come inside. We sat on the couch in the living room and talked about the game. I couldn’t help but notice how great he looked. After a few minutes of small talk, he leaned over and kissed me. As before, he started on my neck and lips while his hands grazed my arms and then my breasts.
I protested briefly, but in reality I didn’t want the kissing or the touching to stop. He slid a soft hand under my polo shirt. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, he was able to caress my breasts and fondle my stiffening nipples. He stopped kissing me and playing with my breasts long enough to pull my polo shirt off and drop it to the floor. Then he took a breast in each hand and licked and sucked alternately on the hard nipples.
By now I was moist between my legs. Mark slid my sweatpants off my ass and down my long legs. Since I wasn’t wearing any panties, I was now totally naked. After looking me over, he said how beautiful I was, how much he’d thought about this moment–and how badly he wanted me.
Before I could say anything, he parted my thighs and buried his head between my legs. He licked and nibbled at my pussy. My juices flowed like a small stream. Soon I was begging him to stick his tongue in me and bring me off. However, he had other ideas.
While massaging my ass and breasts, he licked and sucked my pussy, carefully avoiding my clitoris. After a while he slid first one finger, then two, in my pussy and finger-fucked me. Finally he paid attention to my clit–with his tongue! I couldn’t believe someone so young was having this effect on me.
He kissed me again on the lips, while playing with my breasts and finger-fucking me until I came. While I was still coming down from climax, he got up and pulled off his shirt, baring his muscular chest and tree-trunk arms. He slipped out of his shorts and boxers, freeing a beautiful cock, thicker and longer than any I’d seen. So young and so hung!
From that moment, it was clear that he was to be the teacher and I the always-willing student. He pulled my legs apart and tenderly fed his big, beautiful cock to my eager pussy. He fucked me slowly at first, kissing me and saying how beautiful I was. He would slide his tool all the way in and hold it, then pull all the way out except the very tip, while gently squeezing my nipples.
I was in heaven. We had just started our first fuck, and already Mark’s cock was hitting places no other had ever touched. I came again in no time. He stayed inside me while I came down.
Still hard, he resumed fucking me–slowly at first, as before, but then faster and harder. With the men I’d been with before, I had never been a screamer. But now, as Mark pounded me faster and harder, I clawed at the carpet and my moans gave way to screams of pleasure.
When I came again, Mark gave no sign of slowing his fucking. He whispered that he was close to shooting–did I want him to pull out? I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He deposited his load in my pussy.
We rested on the carpet making small talk. Soon Mark asked if he could fuck me again. With my consent, he carried me to the bedroom, set me on the bed and kissed me tenderly while fondling my pussy. After a bit he rolled me over on my belly and licked my ass and fingered my pussy.
He stopped long enough to say he wanted to fuck me from behind. He propped me up, then slid his cock in my pussy and pounded away. He fucked me right through my climax and shot another load in me. I’d never been fucked from behind, but this was now my favorite position, allowing Mark’s big cock to hit all my spots and give me my best orgasms.
Our first fuck lasted all night and into the morning. Despite the obvious objections, I couldn’t get enough of him. Fortunately, he felt the same way. We met at my house almost every day after school and on weekends if Linda was traveling or occupied with one of her many male friends.
We knew the risks but didn’t care. I just wanted my lover’s lovely cock buried in me as often as possible. We even took some out-of-town vacations together during school holidays. The fear of getting caught added to the intensity of our relationship.
Our affair lasted until Mark graduated. We never did get caught. At some point, we fell deeply in love. So when he accepted a football scholarship to a large university, I found a teaching job at a high school a few miles away. By the time we moved into our new apartment, we were a happily married couple.
We no longer have to hide our love. Every night Mark fucks me with a passion that will never end.–G.E., Atlanta, Georgia
New Year’s Eve is a special time for fun, celebration and developing resolutions. By night’s end everyone’s had enough to drink and has teamed up with that special person they want lying next to them in the morning.
So it was for two people who’d known each other for many years but never gotten together on a one-on-one basis. James was a young lawyer, Pam a college freshman who could turn men’s heads with her sultry looks and personality. They were out as singles with a crowd of friends when they teamed up to form a couple.
As they shared a few drinks and danced, James started to feel passion for this beautiful person he had in his arms. Pam could tell this from the pressure his hard dick was putting on her crotch. While they danced, they ground their hips into each other.
They began light kissing as the drinks and the mood of the night kicked in. By midnight both were feeling a strong passion that got stronger with each passing moment. When they wished each other a happy new year, their kiss was wet and full of “I want you.”
When the party ended, they headed for the apartment where they were to spend the night–Pam on the sofa, James in a chair in another room. But after preparing herself for bed in a baby-doll nightie, Pam gave James a look that let him know she was expecting him. Within minutes he was at her side in his boxers, awaiting an invitation to join her under the covers.
She raised the covers so he could slide in, and the real celebration began. He deep-kissed her, thrilled by her mouth–the warmth of her lips, the sucking motion of her tongue on his. He had never kissed like this before. His dick got harder and harder, and he kept pumping it into her crotch.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and head. His right hand now found her breasts, and he played with her nipples, arousing her more. His left hand reached down to find a crotch waiting to be explored. He rubbed her pussy, then put his hand under her panties and slid several fingers in her.
As he finger-fucked her, her kisses became more passionate. She reached down and played with his dick. They were at a boiling point. He kissed her neck, then moved to her tits. While he sucked on them, she sighed with the excitement of the moment. When he brought his face back up to kiss her, she took control by kissing him on the neck and continuing kissing and licking down his neck and chest.
He lay there with his dick standing straight up. She continued working down toward it. She held it in her hand, then opened her mouth and gulped it in. As she sucked the head, she felt the warmth of the blood running through it. Its velvety texture gave her a charge she felt between her legs.
She slid more of his dick in her mouth and started an up-and-down motion, which aroused him more with each stroke. She had her own style for sucking a dick, and used every bit of it on him.
Pam took James’s dick out of her mouth and sucked and kissed its length. She held his balls and played with them as she sucked up and down the length of his cock. He lay there overwhelmed by the attention. He wished the feeling would last all night–and it might.
Pam sucked on James seemingly forever, then moved back up his body so she could take his tongue in her mouth for a kiss. With this happening, he rolled her on her back, while continuing to kiss and fondle her tits. While sucking them, he finger-fucked her to prepare her pussy for penetration.
James moved to the bottom of the sofa, where he slid Pam’s panties aside. He spread her legs gently, then kissed from her belly down to her pussy. He placed his dick next to her opening–what he’d been waiting for all night. He moved forward, rubbing his dick along her slit, making her anticipate what would happen.
He pushed gently forward, forcing the head of his dick in. Neither of them had ever been this turned on. He pushed in a bit more, then pulled out a bit, then with a firm push penetrated her all the way to his pubic hairs.
They were one now–the fireworks of the new year happening inside them. Pam brought her hips up slightly to accept each thrust of James’s hips. He was a good lover, concerned for her feelings as well as his. He continued attacking her pussy for several minutes, until the rush he felt told him he was on the verge of exploding.
Just in time, he remembered that he didn’t have a condom on, and pulled out. Warm come flowed all over her leg and stomach.
They lay next to each other for several minutes as they caught their breath. Now James placed his hand between Pam’s legs and rubbed her clit. She wasn’t expecting this, as her other lovers hadn’t gotten to this point with her. He continued to rub her clit, and excitement built in her. Within minutes she trembled with a furious climax.
The lovers kissed, then fell asleep for a few minutes. Then, feeling something between her legs, Pam opened her eyes. James had his fingers in her, waiting for her to wake up so he could resume this new and wonderful exploration.
Pam started by going down on James’s cock for a long deep suck. He opened a condom package and, as she watched, rolled the rubber down over his hard-on. As she watched, her pussy filled with juices. He fucked her long and hard, until he exploded inside her.
Whether it was love or just lust, James and Pam started the new year in its grip.–M.O., Brooklyn, New York
I am an eighteen-year-old freshman at an all-girl liberal arts college in New England. To graduate, we have to take a bunch of “basic studies” courses in subjects nobody gives a crap about. For instance, right now I’m supposed to be memorizing the names of various classes of rocks for a geology test I’ll be taking tomorrow. As if I’m ever going to use that kind of information in later life, right?
Anyway, I need to take a break from all this cramming before my brain explodes. So I thought I’d write you guys about something cool and nasty that happened to me last month.
I had gone home to my parents’ house for the weekend, mainly because I had a huge pile of dirty laundry that needed doing. Also, I was missing some of my hometown buds who took jobs in the area after high school instead of going on to college like me.
Saturday night Mom and Dad were having some of their boring friends over for a party. That was my cue to cut out. I met a few friends at a club downtown. But then I felt like a total doofus, because I couldn’t get in the place! I’d left the fake ID that said I was twenty-one in my other purse, at home in my bedroom.
At first I tried bluffing my way in. I threw my shoulders back to show off my tits for the beefy guy who was manning the door. I have a really great pair of boobs, if I do say so myself. They’re a full B-cup, almost a C, with a really nice round shape. Plus my stretchy black top was cut so low in front, you could almost see the tops of my nips. I guess you could say I’m the kind of girl who likes to show off what she’s got.
I even hiked the hem of my skirt up my legs, almost to my crotch. I was wearing a really slutty pair of lace-top stockings that usually drive guys wild. When my girlfriends first saw me that night, they giggled and said I looked like a hooker. That was fine with me. I wanted to make it plain to the bouncer I was plenty grown-up enough to get past his velvet rope, even if I couldn’t show him any credentials.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t going to resort to blowing the guy or anything. I’m not that big a slut! I just wanted to get one of those smiles from him, the kind guys give a girl when they decide to let her get away with something.
The jerk at the door was not buying any of my “mature” act, though. Maybe he was gay, or just an asshole. Either way, I wasn’t going to get past him without flashing some proof of age other than my hot bod.
I told my friends to go on inside without me. I planned to rush home, grab my fake ID and be back at the club ASAP. My parents’ house was only about ten minutes away. No biggie.
A lot of cars were parked in front of the house when I pulled up outside. I wanted to avoid the whole scene of hearing my parents’ friends tell me how much I’d grown and asking me how I liked college. So I headed around the side. I wanted to come in through the laundry room and sneak upstairs without being spotted by anyone.
I was extra quiet with my key in the back-door lock. When I pushed the door open, it hit something that went, “Oof!” and tumbled over. I flicked on the light switch. Lying on the floor was one of my dad’s friends from work named Dave.
His face got very red when he looked up and saw me staring at him. He had something clutched in his hand. The top door of the washing machine was open. He scrambled to his feet.
“Hey, Jasmine,” he said, smiling but completely flustered. “I was just, I mean, I was only–” He wiped his sweaty forehead absentmindedly with whatever he had clutched in his hand. It was a pair of my white cotton panties!
I looked inside the open washing machine. It contained the unwashed load of underwear I’d dumped in it that afternoon. I guess I’d forgotten to turn the washer on, or I thought my mom would do it for me.
Instantly I got the picture. Dave must have snuck away from the party in the living room and come in here hunting for some “forbidden treasure.”
He always had a thing for me. Right after I turned eighteen, I noticed the dirty way he stared at my body whenever I visited Dad at the office. I caught him a bunch of times checking out my boobs and butt. I always ignored the leering looks he gave me. I mean, come on! He was my dad’s age!
I should have been even more turned off to find out that he was a sneaky panty-sniffing pervert. But seeing him with my skimpy underpants clutched in his hand and a totally helpless look on his face gave me a feeling of sexual power that got me kind of excited. Not excited in the way that seeing a muscular stud on campus makes my heart beat faster and my pussy get wet, but excited in a different way.
I know it sounds weird, but I was really flattered and turned on. I loved the idea that Dave was so obsessed with me, he was willing to risk getting caught going through my dirty laundry. If my dad had found him doing that, he’d probably have kicked Dave’s ass all the way into the next time zone! Dave must have thought I was some kind of hot to risk that kind of humiliation.
Plus Dave wasn’t bad-looking, for an older guy. He still had all his hair, with no gray in it. He didn’t have one of those fat beer bellies a lot of older men get. Overall, he was in decent shape. He might not have been my idea of a dream date, but he certainly wasn’t ugly either.
I decided I could have a little fun with him. “Did you find what you were looking for in there?” I said, indicating the washing machine.
He just stared at me. A trickle of sweat ran down his face. I reached out calmly and took my panties from his hand. I twirled them around on my index finger while I waited for him to answer. He didn’t seem to know whether to stare at the spinning panties or to look at my face.
In my stretchy low-cut top, black miniskirt and black stockings, I probably looked like I’d stepped right out of his dirtiest daydreams. I noticed that his pants were bulging out. He noticed that I noticed his erection.
“Yes,” he said, swallowing hard. “I mean, no, I–”
I put a finger against his lips. He stopped talking. I dropped my dirty panties into the washing machine and slowly, deliberately closed its metal door. I stepped closer to Dave. Very close. He didn’t back away. He seemed paralyzed, or maybe hypnotized.
“The pair I have on are much nicer than those,” I said. “Want to see?”
Dave’s mouth dropped open, like he didn’t know what the hell to say or do. I had the feeling he was torn between sticking around to see how bad a girl I might turn out to be or running from the laundry room and not looking back. This was a man who’d worked with my father every day forever. He knew I could make life hell for him if I told anyone what I’d caught him doing. But he was hoping I might make his life more like heaven.
God, I was loving this!
Finally, he said, “Jasmine, look, I’m really sorry I–”
To shut the guy up, I grabbed his hand and put it under the front of my miniskirt. I held it right against my hot crotch, pressing it to my mound. I was wearing a tiny pair of black satin panties. Because I had on stockings and not pantyhose, nothing but that thin layer of smooth material came between his big hand and my little pussy.
At that point he got over any feelings of awkwardness pretty quick. I felt his thick middle finger start rubbing back and forth in the groove between my puffy cunt lips as we stared in each other’s eyes. Then he got even bolder. He tugged the crotch of my panties to one side, so he could have direct access to my pussy.
I leaned back with my elbows on top of the washing machine as he massaged me down there. When I felt him push a fingertip inside my pussy, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. The next thing I knew, Dave was on his knees in front of me. He yanked my panties down to my ankles, pushed my thighs apart and clamped his mouth on my pussy.
His tongue was all over my cunt, flicking my clit and probing up inside my pink hole. He was salivating so much that the whole tops of my thighs got wet. I guess eighteen-year-old girls must be the ultimate fantasy for middle-aged guys like Dave, which is why he was eating my pussy like he never wanted to stop.
A guy who’s that horny, desperate and grateful can do one hell of a job making a girl feel special where it counts, let me tell you. Dave licked and sucked my pussy like no other guy had ever done. When he put his thumb up my cunt and sucked my clit at the same time, I started coming.
I was glad that Mom and Dad had their old-fart music playing in the living room, and that the laundry room door was closed. I get kind of loud when I come. None of it was faked, either. Dave was making me scream with pleasure. I clutched his head to my crotch as I squealed and bucked against his face.
Dave stood and took me in his big arms. He leaned over to give me a long French kiss. I could taste the sweet-and-sour flavor of my pussy on his tongue. At that moment he was out of his mind with love for me, running his hands up and down my body, practically worshiping his little princess.
“Jasmine,” he said, “if you suck my cock right now, I swear to God I’ll do fucking anything for you. I’ll give you something really nice. Shit, I’ll buy you a goddamn car.”
At first I only smiled. Then I reached for his zipper. I went to my knees on the laundry room’s tile floor, the same way Dave had done for me. I reached inside the fly of his boxers and pulled out his thick cock. It had a lot of hair on it, halfway up its length. It was really hard, like granite, with a very purple head that was almost the color of amethyst. Hey, that geology stuff I’m supposed to be memorizing has its uses after all!
Dave shuddered when I put my mouth over the swollen head of his cock. I held onto his big dick down at its base and jerked it while I sucked the other end. Dave groaned and whimpered. I knew he was trying not to come too fast. He couldn’t help himself, though. That’s because I was showing his prick no mercy. I was sucking hard and going deep, fluttering my tongue all over his rod. Within thirty seconds it was throbbing in the way that meant it would be shooting soon.
“Swallow it, Jasmine,” he said between clenched teeth. “You’ve got to swallow it all. Jesus fucking Christ, swallow my goddamned come!” I did just as I was told. I regarded it as part of our contract.
And that explains how the next week at school I took delivery on a new cranberry-red PT Cruiser. My parents don’t know about this token of Dave’s generosity. I have no idea how I’ll explain the car. Maybe I’ll say I won it in a radio-station contest. I just hope sweet old Dave keeps making the payments.
And as for Dave, he got a little something to remember me by too. Before he left that night, I let him stuff as many of my dirty panties in his pockets as he could carry. I mean, I thought it was the least I could do.–J.S., Greenwich, Connecticut
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