This great sexperience happened to me one night last June on the occasion of my graduation party,
Kathy, who was a year older than I, had made me think for a while that she wanted a good fucking. I thought this because of all the teasing and flirting she’d done in school. She’d also told me stories about her affairs in the city park with her boyfriend. Kathy has brown-blonde hair, green eyes, a set of humongous tits and a soft, plump ass that’s just big enough to hold on to.
At my party, which was held in a recreation hall close to my house, I didn’t have much time to talk to Kathy because I had to welcome and play host to the hundred or so guests who came to give me money and gifts for making it through high school.
Kathy gave me a pair of pink bikini briefs as a gag gift, but I suspected she meant it as more than a gag and that she wanted to get what would be in them when I put them on.
She did some heavy drinking at the party and, by the time she was ready to leave, she was a little tipsy. Standing in the doorway, squeezing my ass I didn’t realize what she was doing at the moment , she asked if she could use the telephone to call for a ride home. Since there wasn’t a phone in the rec hall, I took her to my house, only a few minutes away, to use my phone.
I heard her tell her brother on the phone that she would be ready to leave in an hour and that he should pick her up in the family car. My heart jumped at my realization that I was alone in the house with Kathy and her big tits.
“Why don’t you try on your present?” she said after hanging up the telephone. I said I couldn’t because I had to go back to the party. “Go ahead then,” she said, “but I won’t be able to see you again for a while.”
When I heard that, I gave in to her request and went to put on the pink briefs, I returned to find her sitting on the couch. “Come here,” she purred. “Let me see them on you.”
I unbuttoned my pants to give her just a peek. As I anticipated, she yanked my jeans down. “Let me see more!” Kathy insisted. “I want to be sure they fit.”
So there I was, standing in my underwear with my dick growing harder by the second. Its eight throbbing inches couldn’t hide from a blind woman. Before I knew it, Kathy was rubbing my erection through the soft silky fabric of the shorts. Soon she maneuvered it through the fly and began massaging the hot, bare flesh. She looked up at me with a wicked grin and took my cockhead in her mouth, using her tongue to caress it and to dip in and out of the hole at the tip.
Hardly two minutes had passed before she lost what little control she had left and went totally wild on my dick, slurping and gulping and rubbing it all over her face with a savage lust.
I took over finally. Holding her head firmly between my hands, I began fucking her mouth like a wild animal. She squeezed my ass with every thrust, pulling me against her and taking my dick down her throat with the ease of an old hooker. Then, with one hand still firmly planted on my ass, she cupped my balls in the other and gently squeezed. Her mouth left my cock for a moment to take in one, and then both, of my balls for a bit of warmth. As she did this, my dick danced awkwardly around her nose and forehead. I felt like she had my whole body inside her as she licked and sucked on the sensitive testicles.
Soon she placed both hands on my dick and rolled it between them as she resumed sucking it. Driven out of control by this, I promptly shot a hot load down her throat and she swallowed it eagerly. When I had no more come to give, Kathy lovingly rubbed my damp cock all over her face.
After resting awhile on the couch, she stood up and undressed. For the first time I saw those massive tits of hers uncovered, the pert, big nipples and all the milky white flesh. I grabbed both of them and they overflowed my grasp. As I fondled one, I sucked and nibbled on the other. I flicked my tongue against her nipples and surrounded the delicate pink areolas with my lips.
When I saw Kathy almost swooning with pleasure, I stretched her out on the couch and went down headfirst to find her clit. One of the things Kathy had teased me about in school was how erotic my tongue looked. I knew she wanted it more than anything, so I gave it to her—and I gave it to her good. Her nipples, for example, I sucked and bit and pulled. My tongue explored areas that, I’m sure, were not virgin territory to her boyfriend, but if she moaned out in the park where she and he used to fuck like she was moaning now, she would have attracted a whole herd of horny bull moose.
When Kathy asked me to fuck her, of course I was happy to oblige. As she remained lying on the couch, I stood up to take in the entire beautiful sight of her.
“Forget the romantic shit,” I told myself. “I want a big helping of that pussy!” I jumped on her and she grabbed my ass again as I began pumping my thick rod in and out of her hot box. It seemed as if the whole couch was moving with every thrust. Our tongues wrestled each other and my sweaty hands struggled to fondle her breasts and stiff nipples.
Kathy moaned and writhed under the weight of my body. The hotness of flesh against flesh, the heady scent of perfume and the sweet pain of her fingernails on my back and ass cheeks were sensations that combined to enhance my excitement. I felt her arching her pelvis upward to meet the rhythmic thrusts of my cock.
It seemed forever before I felt that familiar tingle arise in my balls. I slowed the pace in an effort to hold off as long as possible, but the throbbing pressure of her pussy walls around my cock overcame every bit of restraint and so I fucked furiously. Kathy’s animal noises were intensifying and I knew she was ready to come, too. We rocked back and forth, up and down, in perfect rhythm. I came first in a series of gigantic spurts that sent her into a wild, screaming orgasm.
I stayed on top of her, pumping, until my cock softened. I sucked her tits until she told me to get up. Was it over?
My anxiety lasted only until I happily found out that she’d gotten up only so she could suck my cock again. She couldn’t get enough of it into her mouth—or of my ass cheeks in her hands. These after-orgasm efforts drove new sensations through my body and made my legs tremble. It was a good thing that my next-door neighbors were at the party or they would have heard Kathy’s screams and thought they were listening to a house full of screwing cats.
Needless to add, Kathy’s present—and I don’t mean the bikini briefs—was better than any of the gifts that the other guests gave. From now on, I plan to have a party after every big event in my life—college-graduation party, first-job party, first-job-lost party, just-because-I-can party, etc.—D.W., Pittsburgh, Pa.
Until three months ago I was a virgin. This wouldn’t be unusual, except that I’m a fifty-year-old man.
I had this lady to my house for dinner, and we were drinking. For some reason, she said, “I’m not going to bed with you.” I hadn’t thought she was, but could only answer, “Why not?” and found myself selling the idea to her. She went to bed and waited for me, but I was frantically trying to get it up in the next room, thinking it was necessary before getting into bed with her. Finally, I walked in limp, but as soon as I took my clothes off and crawled between the sheets, I became erect. I had read extensively on the subject and so I foreplayed and mouthed her genitals until she said, “Now!”
“What?” I asked.
“Put it in!”
I put it in, but I was so boozed and tired that it collapsed. She was tolerant, though, and that night we had four successful connections. I have been with her a number of times since, and each time it’s been a little different. If I am trying to make any point, it is that celibates needn’t stay that way, and that publications such as yours are responsible for much happiness.—Name and address withheld
I am a twenty-three-year-old male who has been reading Penthouse Letters for about five years. My girlfriend and I have been going together for the past four years, and I can honestly say that our lovemaking games have yet to find a limit. Let me explain that she just happens to be my best friend’s mother and that she is more than twice my age. Recently, however, our games have taken a new twist.
Sarah is now into cross-dressing games, which turns me on tremendously. This new activity usually has me dressing in feminine attire. Furthermore, Sarah wants my legs to be cleanly shaven, my toenails polished, and my fingernails long and immaculately manicured.
This activity hit its climax a while back when her husband and son were away for two weeks. On the second day of their absence, I went over to Sarah’s and took a bubble bath. Sarah had a new wardrobe waiting for me. As she helped me dress, she did something she’d never done before—she tucked my cock under my balls so I would have a real female look, then she had me put on a pair of black lace bikini panties that clearly showed off my pubic bush. Next I put on a bright-red garter belt and a pair of black, seamed, nylon stockings. Over this I wore a black silk slip. Up above, I put on a pair of lifelike falsies and a black lace bra. I still hadn’t seen the dress that Sarah had bought for the occasion.
When she took it out of the closet, I nearly fainted. It was a French maid’s uniform, complete with apron and cap. On my feet I wore black stiletto heels with ankle straps. After making up my face, Sarah put a wig and earrings on me, and then told me that I was going to act as her maid at a party she was giving that night. The prospect of me as a serving slut set me on fire!
As the guests arrived, I took their coats and served them drinks. Apparently, Sarah had arranged this weeks earlier. All the guests were women, and while they played poker until dawn, I served them cheese and crackers. Every time I brought a tray over, one or two of them would slide a hand under my dress and pinch my ass.
As the game proceeded, Sarah lost almost all of her money. Finally, she had to drop out and I took her place. Well, as luck would have it, I lost at cards too. But, as that old saying goes, I was lucky in love—because I got to go home with Anita, the biggest winner. Anita turned out to be one of the most educated women in sex that I’ve ever fucked.
The next morning, Anita let me wear a nice printed blouse of hers, along with tan hose and a lavender skirt. She made me look even sexier than Sarah had. She then called up all the women who had been at the party, and we all spent the entire afternoon on the town. We went to the shopping mall and tried on dresses and shoes for hours. Sarah even bought me a real sexy outfit in Frederick’s of Hollywood. In a shoe store, it felt really weird to have a man unbuckle my high heels and slip another pair on my feet. Also, it was the first time I’d ever taken a leak in a ladies’ room.
We finished the day by dining out and chatting about our next get-together. I love fucking Sarah and her friends every chance I get, but I still say there’s nothing like being “one of the girls.” —I.C., Trenton, N.J.
Being an enthusiastic reader of Penthouse Letters for some time, I, like so many others, have longed for an experience worthy of contribution to your magazine. Though I was not directly involved, something recently happened which I think definitely qualifies.
I am one of the many business executives who work in New York City and commute daily by train from suburban New Jersey. The trip is ordinarily monotonous and uneventful. However, one evening, as we neared my station, I was rewarded with one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen.
There is a motel which sits close enough to the tracks to make the windows clearly visible from the train. As we passed the motel, I noticed that the drapes in one second-story window were wide open. With the sun shining in the window, I got a clear view of a small, extremely well-built woman riding her lover, head thrown back, and obviously unconcerned about her passing audience. The vision of her total abandon and delight has stayed with me ever since.
Needless to say, I now find myself eagerly waiting for this particular part of my trip home, but alas, the drapes are always closed.
Young lovers, whoever you were, I want to thank you for rejuvenating my sex life, which, like my daily commute, had also become monotonous and uneventful. And my wife thanks you, too!—P.E., Princeton, N.J.
I should consider myself very fortunate. Not only have I just had my first sexual experience, but it was one worthy of being published in Penthouse Letters.
It all started as I was doing my normal job down at our local pier. Usually, I start my morning by washing down private boats. I walked down to a large, forty-foot schooner, soaped up my sponges and started to wash down the sides. About halfway through I looked up, and to my astonishment I saw a beautiful blonde sunbathing topless on the deck. Her breasts were glistening in the sun, and she must have caught me staring, because she sat bolt upright, her tits swinging from side to side. My penis was hard against my pants. At first she seemed shocked, but then she smiled. She lifted up a finger and beckoned to me.
I immediately put down my buckets and started to walk toward her, my pants about to burst. I asked her what she wanted, and she pointed to my bulging pants and said that she was a doctor and wanted to find out what was causing that nasty lump in my pants.
I almost fainted, but I mustered enough strength to unbutton my pants. I slid them gingerly down to my ankles and just stood there in my underpants, the top of my penis peeking through the cloth. She ripped down my underpants and thrust her mouth over my aching prick. Sensations unlike anything I had ever felt before were taking over my mind. All of a sudden I felt a liquid surge through my penis and fly into her mouth. She swallowed it all and then took her pretty face away from my sweating body.
She stood up and peeled her bikini bottoms off and threw them to the deck. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman totally nude. I almost choked with excitement. She guided my face to her vagina and told me to lick, suck and nibble gently. I did so, and in a few minutes there were wild shudders all through her body, and her fluids started to drain into my mouth. She stood up, her legs quivering, and she planted a large kiss on my moist lips.
Next, she grabbed my penis and led me over to her deck chaise, and we lay down. She kneeled over me, spread her legs and drove her quivering pussy onto my penis. The feeling of being inside her vagina was so strong that my whole body felt as though it were part of hers. Soon the sensations were so strong and so wild that my entire insides twitched and then exploded. The liquid shot out so strongly that my penis felt as if it no longer belonged to my body. My nameless lady screamed and thrust her body flat down on top of mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, and her pubic hair enmeshing my own. We lay still for a few minutes trying to catch our breath.
Then she got up and told me that I had to leave. My brain resisted, but my body obeyed. I gathered my clothes and left, hearing her say that I should not bother to finish cleaning the boat. By now it was well past two in the afternoon, and I had a lot of work to finish. The rest of the day I thought constantly about her, and I could not wait for the following day to see if she would still be there. I went home three hours late that day and went right to bed.
The next day I hurried down to the dock to find my mystery lady. To my dismay, both she and the boat were gone, but I shall never forget that beautiful day.—Name and address withheld
I really love your magazine. I wish you’d print more letters about pussy-eating, though. I am six foot three inches tall and weigh two hundred fifteen pounds. I’m one black male who drives the ladies here in New York crazy. I’m a sergeant in the air force, so maybe my uniform helps, but I think it’s more than that. I can’t really speak of how I got into eating pussy, but I must say it’s the only thing I hold sacred in my life, besides money.
I’m single and it makes me feel good to see to it that whomever I am with has at least four or five orgasms before we have actual intercourse. I love to have women come all over my face. Although usually I eat up all their love cream, I can’t resist letting it run all over my face at times. Some women propositioned me when I went to job interviews in New York—and some pretty wild things happened as a result. Every time I read in your columns about oral sex, my mind travels back to those events. I’ve tried going to shrinks about it. I’ve tried lots of things but have never found anything better than eating pussy.
A friend who has a video camera is going to do a tape of me eating out two women. This is nothing new for me but I know viewers will get turned on by it.—H.B., Syracuse, N.Y.
I would like to share an incredible experience my husband and I had shortly after we were married. Although he had gone down on me several times before then, I was never really able to bring myself to suck him at all. I was so afraid he would come in my mouth! The few times I had allowed him to put his penis in my mouth, he had already ejaculated in my vagina. By that time he was usually limp and satisfied. Even though he always promised he would withdraw before coming, I still would not give him head until I was sure he would not, or could not, shoot in my mouth.
Then, one day, we were both relaxing, feeling really mellow after a few drinks and a couple of joints, and we started fooling around. One thing led to another, and soon we were naked and he was fingering me into a frenzy. I took hold of his penis and started pumping it slowly. The sight of his hard cock and full, tight balls turned me on further, and as I began to hump up and down on his fingers, I knew I would come soon.
It all seemed so right, so perfect, as I took his penis into my mouth. It was a night to remember. Before, he had been passive during my cocksucking, limp and drained. This time he was hot and active, his full load packed tight in his balls and sex equipment. His smooth, sexy ass flexed as I began sucking harder on his loaded prick. By this time I was out of my mind and almost coming. He had two fingers deep inside me as his thumb softly brushed my clitoris. I wanted him to come in me. I took hold of his cock shaft in one hand and lightly grasped his bloated testicles in the other. I pumped his shaft harder, and almost instantly his penis gave a powerful flex from root to tip. His balls shifted sluggishly and pulled up tight against his hairy groin. I knew what was about to happen, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop returning the pleasure he had given me. That’s when I came. I felt my vaginal muscles grab his fingers, and I experienced a series of throbs I knew he could feel. He whimpered, bucking into my mouth. The head of his penis expanded and something hot and wonderful drooled onto my tongue. I heard him scream, “Oh, God!” as a great wave of semen exploded into my mouth. As my vagina was racked by delicious spasms, I felt rich, warm fluid rush into my mouth and I knew that there was no higher heaven than what I felt at that moment.—Name and address withheld
My lover suggested I write about an incredible night we spent together. It was my birthday, and at midnight sharp he arrived with gifts wrapped appealingly in photos from Penthouse Letters. Among the presents were a French open-front bra, black lace crotchless panties and edible underwear. He also brought over whipped cream and cherry Jell-O. You see, we are really into food. I guess you’d say we have an extreme “edible complex.” For example, we have French-kissed through lunches, and used each other as dinner tables. In each case we’ve enjoyed every luscious bite. We especially like bubbly wines, soggy noodles and juicy oranges. I have made love dripping with strawberries and syrup, eating watermelon, and chewing through licorice ropes. I’ve covered his cock with honey and licked it off, the sweet honey dripping off my lips.
So when he arrived with food, I suggested we go straight to my bedroom. I laid out a plastic tablecloth on the floor, and we undressed each other to our underpants. I eased him onto the mat and began to spread cold, red Jell-O across his well-formed chest and stomach, using the palms of my hands and my nails. Next I licked off the sticky gel, sliding my tongue down his sides.
Then I covered him with Cool Whip, and using my mouth like a suction cup, I proceeded to suck it off. I dabbed some cream on his yellow edible drawers and gently mouthed it off. I moved down to his toes, swirling my tongue around each one while he flicked his tongue between my own toes, driving me to absolute ecstasy. Then I turned him over, smeared his back with gelatin and pulled his pants down, exposing his well-rounded rump, which I proceeded to lick. I dribbled water down his spine and lapped it up, which he visibly enjoyed.
Then it was my turn. He spread gobs of Jell-O across my body, sliding cold hands over my ribs and hips, massaging my breasts and stomach. I ended up with Jell-O in my hair and whipped cream in my underwear. It was great! I was literally stuck on him, so we headed for the bathroom. In the shower I went down on my knees and took him into my mouth, the water beating on my face. Tile is hard on the knees, so we didn’t keep that up too long.
We returned to bed wet, slept a half hour, and awoke to do some kissing and 69. After wetting his cock, I moved to his balls and gently took them one at a time into my mouth, almost completely separating them, sucking and nibbling as I licked and massaged his ass.
Meanwhile, his tongue looped around my lips, stroking them up and down and sucking them into his mouth. He tapped against my clitoris, using his nose, chin and mouth, pushing his tongue in me till I gushed forth. Then he finger-fucked me, teasingly touching only the outside of my cunt until I begged him to shove his hand inside me. He pushed it hard until I could feel the deepest contractions I had ever had. Then he asked me to bring him off with my mouth. I tried to relax the inner part of my throat and yet keep my lips around him. That was the first time he ever came in my mouth. I didn’t think I could swallow all of the come, but it was warm and smooth.
It was a marvelous appetizer, but it didn’t fill me, however. Sex makes me famished, so we went down and had some eggs and I received more gifts.
He was amazed that he could come three times, and I was amazed, as always, that he is just as close and tender after sex as before. It was beautiful to have so much time for loving.—Name and address withheld
Until six months ago my life was conventional. Then my wife of thirty-two years told me she was leaving me.
A year before, Deborah had retired from her job. She had worked for twenty-five years and was able to take retirement benefits that gave her a very nice income for not working. During the year she began to take time for herself which had not been possible during the years of work and raising two children together.
At fifty-five she was still a very attractive woman. She began to exercise regularly with a personal trainer and had minor plastic surgery done to tighten her face and neck and the slight sag in her breasts. Six months into retirement she looked more like her early forties than her mid-fifties. She also started to use more makeup and to dress to highlight her finely toned figure.
One night we actually measured her. She was five feet four inches, one hundred fifteen pounds and an incredible 36-24-35. I joked that she would make one hot date for a guy of any age. She looked at me slyly and used her tongue to wet her lips seductively.
The next day she dyed her medium-brown hair auburn red and got a stylish mod cut. I also noticed that she had bought some new lingerie. It was all quite sexy and included bikini and thong panties and lacy demibras in black and red.
I figured she was responding to how she was feeling about herself—very sexy, as revealed not only in her appearance but in her increasing interest in sex. Whereas before her retirement we made love two or three times a month, she now wanted to come almost every night.
Since I’m now sixty, I was not able to accommodate her as I would have wished. But when my penis failed me, my fingers and mouth usually got the job done. She climaxed frequently and strongly. I thought things were fine.
I should have noticed some other signs. But for a period of about two months before Deborah’s announcement, I was very busy at work. I had to be out of town a lot and worked long hours when I was home.
She was very understanding, even cheerful about this. When I was away, I called her often, but usually got the answering machine. I figured she was making the best of the situation by seeing friends. When I was home, there were evenings when I got back to the house about ten and found her out. Usually I went to sleep, exhausted, before she got in. When I woke early in the morning, she would be snuggled against me and responded immediately to my playfulness.
It was a rare morning that we didn’t make love. Sometimes it seemed to me that she was more stretched and wet than usual. But I let the thought drop quickly from my mind as I concentrated on our passion.
Finally the day of reckoning came. One Friday I had to work late again and didn’t get home until eleven. Deborah wasn’t there. Rather than go to sleep, I decided to wait up. I had a book that was quite engrossing. Before I knew it, it was one in the morning.
I heard a car pull up, then some laughing and the slam of a door. When Deborah opened the door and saw me in the living room, she looked surprised, though probably nowhere near as surprised as I was. For the life of me, she was dressed like a whore!
She had heavy eye makeup on, with very red lipstick. Her hair was a bit disheveled. She was wearing a tight, low-cut and cropped black tank top. It showed a lot of cleavage, and her hard nipples stuck out through the material. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Her black leather skirt was very short, and she had on fishnet stockings and three-inch black heels.
The first thing she said was, “No, I’m not wearing panties. The guy I was with took my thong as a souvenir.” Then she said she had been looking for the right opportunity to talk to me, and supposed this was the best she could do.
The last two months had been the last straw for her, she said. Not only was I not able to get it up enough to satisfy her, but I was now totally occupied with my job, to her total neglect. I knew she was really into sex now, she said. She thought this was something I would get into as well, especially since I used to tell her my fantasy was her becoming sexually insatiable. That’s just how she was feeling now.
She took things into her own hands. She cruised the Internet and connected with a guy who turned out to be a pimp who catered to the wealthy set. At first, two months earlier, she thought they were just meeting for a sexual rendezvous. She saw him a couple of nights, and both times they made love repeatedly. He told her she was naturally terrific, but then gave her some suggestions to be even better in bed.
That’s when he told her he could help her satisfy her sex ual needs and also make a lot of money. He was looking for a cultured older woman to be a high-class call girl for traveling businessmen from around the world.
Initially she was shocked at the idea. But she figured, she already was having extramar ital sex, why not see how she felt about being a whore?
The guy set her up for a “date.” The client was a fifty-year-old executive who took her to dinner at a very expensive restaurant. She was told to dress sexy but classy, which she did from some of her new wardrobe. After dinner she went back to the man’s room, spent an hour getting fucked, then was paid fifteen hundred dollars. Five hundred went to her lover, who was now her pimp.
She’d found the evening extremely enjoyable, and since then had about a dozen “dates.” Her pimp told her how to dress, based on each man’s preferences. Tonight’s guy, for example, wanted her to dress and act like a cheap slut. They went out dancing, then fucked in his car.
Her rate had remained the same throughout, but her pimp told her he was getting such great reports about her that with all the repeat business she was getting, he was going to be able to raise her rates, to their mutual benefit.
I was shocked! But there was more. Deborah said that between her retirement benefits and her new profession, even if it lasted just a few years, she no longer needed me for money. With that, she went upstairs and locked the bedroom door. The next day she packed her bags and left. I haven’t seen her since.
We haven’t talked, let alone done anything about getting a divorce. About a week later, however, I was dining alone in a restaurant when a very attractive woman who appeared to be in her late forties or early fifties came in. To my surprise, she came up to me and said she was a friend of Deborah’s.
Her name was Trish. She said she and Deborah had worked together on a few jobs, but now she was ready to retire. She was sixty, and wanted to have a normal life, apart from having a daughter and a granddaughter also in the sex trade. Deborah thought I could use the company and was primed for a change in lifestyles.
I didn’t think so immedi ately, but before I knew what was happening, Trish had picked up a menu and ordered dinner for herself. We spent the next hour talking. I hadn’t had such an enjoyable time for a long while.
Trish went home with me, and not surprisingly we had great sex. She came over again the next evening—this time with some Viagra, which I’d never used. After an hour or so I got an incredible erection. We fucked three times. I did her twice in her cunt and once in her ass.
Two weeks later Trish, her daughter and granddaughter moved in with me. Incredibly, they have similar bodies. At sixty, Trish has every bit as nice a figure as Deborah. She’s a bit taller and slightly rounder in the hips. Her daugh ter Christine, who’s forty, is the spitting image of her moth er, though with slightly smaller tits and hips. Christine’s specialty is blowjobs—she has an incredible mouth. Christine’s daughter Marcella, who just turned twenty, is paying her way through college by dancing at a strip club. She also does private parties with her mother and a little escort work on her own.
A month ago I sold my business. I now manage the business end of Christine’s and Marcella’s party and escort work. Trish is retired from the business but not from me. Viagra has done wonders. She encourages me to fuck her daughter and granddaughter as well.
The whole thing strikes me as bizarre. Apparently, the family that fucks together stays together!—H.R., West Palm Beach, Florida
I’m an eighteen-year-old high school senior. I had a Saturday appointment with the family’s photographer to have pictures taken, but my folks decided I needed a haircut, and with all my after-school activities I couldn’t get to the barber. So Mom made an appointment for me with her hairstylist for Friday evening.
I wasn’t looking forward to having my hair cut by some old busybody in a beauty salon. I talked my friend Jeremy into going with me, hoping at least to make the time pass quicker. We arrived at the salon around half past seven, and instead of an old gossip, the stylist turned out to be a fox. Georgia might be in her mid-forties, but she looked much younger.
Her big boobs strained against her tight, low-cut black shirt, and her short black leather skirt barely skimmed her round ass. As I crawled into the styling chair, she locked the shop and closed the blinds. I noticed Jeremy already had a large lump in his pants. As Georgia cut my hair, her tits danced inches in front of my face.
Seeing the effect she was having on Jeremy and me, she smiled. “It seems as if I’ve started something,” she said, eyeing the tent poles in our pants. “I guess I’ll have to offer you two some of my “‘special services.’”
She finished my haircut, then helped me undress and laid me back in the chair. Jeremy was already naked. He and Georgia locked in a French kiss. She stripped then, showing off her beautiful tits and her pretty pussy and ass. She bent over and began to suck my cock. Jeremy got behind her and began to tongue her pussy wildly. With the cocksucking job she did on me, I soon filled her mouth with come. Not long after, she screamed and began convulsing as Jere my tongued her butt.
Jeremy laid Georgia down on the floor. “Oh God,” she cooed, “please fuck me with that hot cock.” He buried his cock in her pussy and rode her with all his energy. I lay beside her and buried my tongue in her mouth while kneading her hard nipples. Soon Jeremy came, roaring his head off.
The three of us rested awhile. Then Jeremy and I played with Georgia’s sen sitive tits and sticky cunt. I decided that Jeremy and I should fuck our horny hairstylist at the same time. She loved the idea. I lay back on the floor, and she lowered her cunt on my cock. Jeremy lubed up his dick with some hand lotion and eased it in Georgia’s tight asshole. It felt good having his cock so close to my own. Georgia begged us to use her as our slut, and we did our best to oblige with our cocks. I came first in her cunt. Then Jeremy followed in her butt.
It was nearly midnight when Jeremy and I left. Georgia said she needed to get home before her husband came looking for her, but Jeremy and I should come back again for all of our grooming needs. Now we’re both fucking Georgia regularly. Our parents are delighted by our new attention to grooming!—K.L., New Orleans, Louisiana