My introduction to oral sex was the most amazing experience of my life—and I’m someone who has sex on a regular basis. I’m talking no-holes-barred sex too. But that first night with Frankie, well, let’s just say that self-exploration and sucking his cock woke up the beast inside me.
We had been going out for six months and were in the middle of a hot-and-heavy make-out session when he asked me if it was okay to do start doing some stuff. I was a virgin, and the most daring thing I had ever done up to that point was tongue-kiss. I didn’t know what he meant, and asked him what it was he wanted to do.
Without saying a word, he reached out and touched my breast over my shirt. He only placed his hand on it, but I shrank away, saying I wasn’t sure about this. He said he understood. He looked so deflated, I felt guilty.
The mood was ruined, so I just asked him to take me home. He did, and begged me not to be angry with him. I told him I wasn’t and kissed his cheek before getting out of the car.
I went up to my room and thought about what had transpired. I should tell you that I was 18 when this all took place; it’s not like I was an awkward 16-year-old. No, I was an awkward 18-year-old! I went to my room and threw myself on my bed. Pushing back tears that were burning my eyes, I thought about Frankie and looked at my reflection in the mirror by my bed.
I saw my full breasts rise and fall with each breath. I saw my watery eyes and long, dark hair swept up in a ponytail. And I saw something else. I saw a frustrated teen pissed off that she didn’t let her boyfriend touch her.
So many nights I had touched myself secretly, pretending it was Frankie. I had no idea what I was doing, but what I did felt good. When my friends and I had sleepovers, they would talk about the naughty things that they did with their boyfriends. Once Tanya even brought a dildo to a party and showed us how she sucked her boyfriend’s cock. I was really embarrassed, but turned on at the same time. As she pushed that rubber cock in and out of her mouth, I felt my pussy tingle and get moist.
I was a prude, but I was okay with that. Well, until that night with Frankie. As I lay on my bed noticing my curves and appreciating that I was an attractive girl, I started to unbutton my shirt. Suddenly I was very aware of my surroundings, and jumped up and locked my door. I didn’t want to be interrupted or caught in an embarrassing situation.
Thinking of Frankie touching my breasts got me excited. I lay back on my bed. I had my knees up with my feet planted at the foot of the bed. From this position I could see myself in the mirror. My short skirt rode up and I saw my wet panties wedged up into my folds. It felt awesome when I started to rub myself. It felt incredibly dirty and amazingly hot!
I had attempted to touch myself in the past, but it just never seemed to feel right. But in my room, lying there exposed just the way I was made, every thought I had seemed totally natural, and so I went with it. I began to circle the outer edge of my breasts around my bra, and immediately my nipples popped out! I loved the feeling of my fingers over the lace material, with my nipples jutting out wanting to be tweaked.
I tweaked one and then the other. The feeling was intense. I pretended it was Frankie touching me and pulling at my nipples. I got so hot between my legs, I had to stop because I didn’t know what was happening to me. I looked around, afraid I was being watched. Of course there wasn’t anybody there.
I got back to touching myself. When I slowly lifted my hips to remove my skirt, I felt the dampness in my box. I thought, if I’m this wet doing this to myself, what the hell would happen if I let Frankie do it? That thought alone had me rushing to get my skirt off. I couldn’t wait to touch my pussy. It felt swollen. I squeezed my legs together, and that sent a charge through me that seemed to stop at my clit. Amazing!
I spread my legs open as wide as they would go. I saw the damp spot on my panties and touched it. It was warm and wet. I slowly caressed the outer lips of my cunt. I went slowly over every inch of my pussy. It felt wonderful! I had never explored myself this way. I had heard all the stories from my girlfriends about masturbating but never felt like I would know what to do. Now I just let instinct take over, and I never felt better. My pussy was actually pulsing!
I didn’t bother to remove my panties. I just slipped my hand in the waistband and started to manipulate my folds. They were dripping. The more I touched myself, the heavier my breathing became. At one point my heart was pounding so hard, I thought I would pass out before I could come. I slowed my ministrations down to catch my breath but decided that I liked the accelerated feeling better and went all out.
I jammed two fingers in my sloppy cunt—and went wild! My hips started to rock almost of their own accord, while my nipples strained to burst out of the lace casing that held them prisoner. They felt amazing being that large and not being able to do anything but strain against the material. The friction felt really good.
Suddenly I felt this roiling in my stomach, a feeling I had never felt before. I wasn’t sure what it was. I just knew I had to keep going. With my other hand I started to rub my clit. It felt like a little pebble—really hard against my thumb. A split second later I felt my whole body shake and convulse in what was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life (not that I had anything to compare it with, but you know what I mean). It shook me from head to toe. It took everything in me not to scream, but that’s what I wanted to do. Yell, cry, kick, scream—for joy! What an intense, amazing feeling!
As my quake subsided, I felt that my hand was wet and my clit was very sensitive. I pulled my hand out of my panties and looked at it. I was amazed at how wet it was—and to think that I had done that! I smelled my hand, and it was arousing. I flicked out my tongue to taste myself. I don’t know what came over me. All I knew was that I wanted it to never end. My body felt alive and full of energy.
As my breathing returned to normal, I thought of Tanya and that dildo. I felt like I needed to suck some cock. How I made that leap is not important, only that I needed desperately to feel a cock in my mouth.
I called Frankie. When I asked him to wait until midnight and then climb up my trellis, he asked if I was okay. I said yes but that I wanted to talk to him. We hung up, and I decided to freshen up and get ready for my big move. I put on a nice two-piece satin bra-and-panty set for him. I didn’t have any intention of losing my virginity to him that night. I only wanted to try my hand—well, mouth—at oral sex.
Midnight drew nearer. My parents had been in bed for over an hour, so I knew they’d be asleep. I lay on my bed in anticipation of Frankie’s arrival. Right on time I heard him climbing up to my window. I’d left it open so he could climb in on his own. I wanted to lay out on the bed in just my sexy undies and have him see me like that. And he did! Honestly, I thought he was going to pass out. He didn’t know where to look—until I told him it was okay, that this was for him.
He calmed down and asked if he could lie down next to me. I patted the bed, and when he lay down, I immediately started to kiss him. In a second his hands were everywhere. It seemed like he had eight hands and they were on every part of me. I was excited. We were dry-humping, and he was telling me how fucking hot I was. His cock was rubbing up against my thigh, and it was driving me crazy! I had to have it—now!
I pushed Frankie off of me and told him to relax and enjoy himself. He looked confused until I started to loosen his belt. Then he groaned and smiled at me. I wasn’t very graceful, but finally I managed to get his pants off. He was wearing boxers, and his pole stood up high, tenting the front of them. I hesitated for a split second, then pulled them down with Frankie’s help. There it was, his hard, veiny cock.
He was looking at me with a goofy grin. I went to work, feeling like I needed to devour him. Well, I was going to try anyway. I took his cock in my hand, and he let out a gasp. His cock jumped too! It felt smooth and hard.
I started to move my hand up and down like Tanya had told us she did. Frankie moaned louder this time. I told him to shut up before he woke my parents. He did try to keep it down, but every now and then he got a little loud, especially when I first took his dick in my mouth. He yelped, and I had to jump up and listen by my door, praying my parents didn’t hear. When the coast was clear, I put a pillow over his head and told him that if he didn’t keep it under control, I’d stop. That seemed to work.
I got into a rhythm slurping on Frankie’s cock. I couldn’t take it all the way in, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was moving his hips up slowly. His moans were constant under the pillow, which, considering I had never done anything like this, made me feel like I was doing a good job. While I was slurping on his meat, I moved my hand up and down. The head of his dick seemed to swell to massive proportions. I just did what I felt came naturally, and Frankie seemed to be enjoying himself if his moans, groans and panting were any indication.
Suddenly, Frankie pushed my head away. I thought I had done something wrong. His body stiffened and his cock shot off gush after gush of spunk. I had never seen that before, and I was shocked. It was the coolest thing.
Once his cock spewed its juice, Frankie pulled the pillow off of his head and told me that that was the most amazing thing he ever had done to him. He’d masturbated for years, he said, but the feeling of my mouth and hands working over his meat was “better than anything else in the world.” I was glad he was satisfied.
From that moment on I knew I could never get enough of sucking cock. It just felt so natural to suck those delicious tools. Eventually I learned to swallow and like it. Frankie showed me a few other things that night too, like I got my pussy eaten for the first time. But that’s another story.
—F.J., Brooklyn, New York
My story takes place ten years ago, when a bunch of crazy 18-year-olds had a night that I relive over and over again.
Danielle was the hottest girl in my graduating class and on the “look but don’t touch” list. She was out of my league anyway—naturally she was going out with the quarterback of the football team. (Naturally she was head cheerleader.) My high school years are definitely mimicked by all those dumb teen shows on TV now which are making today’s kids’ minds mush. There were the geeks, the jocks, the bitches, the brainiacs and the Goths. I didn’t really fit into one group. Luckily, I didn’t let labels decide who my friends were, and in the end I was friends with just about everybody.
Same thing with Danielle, actually. She was sweet and kind. Her boyfriend Lucas, on the other hand, not so much. He was a dick—just what you’d expect from a self-absorbed asshole. I had no idea what Danielle saw in him, but we all like who we like, right?
Prom was coming up, and because I was an honor student and really did well my senior year, my father said I could take his car to prom. I was stoked because his ride was a red Jaguar! My mother left us a few years back, and I think my dad needed to feel young and attractive. For a man there’s no better way to do that than with a sweet ride. He certainly wasn’t having any problems at all with the ladies. Was it the car? Who knows, but he seemed to think it had something to do with it, and didn’t care! As long as he got pussy, life was good. All I knew was that I was going to the prom in his Jag—life was good!
I hadn’t asked anyone to go, since a bunch of my friends were going stag. The plan was to go to the party for a while, then make our way out to the lake for a bonfire and beer. My friend Joe was going to ride with me. At eight he rang my bell and we headed out, with my dad wishing us a fun night—and warning me to be extra careful with the car. After yessing him to death, we were off.
Joe and I were dressed casual, but we looked good. No tuxes for us, but nice suits and shined shoes. We had a change of clothes in the car for later.
I walked in the auditorium and the first person I saw was Rachel. We dated in our junior year. She was hot, but too clingy. Now she came running over and hugged and kissed me and congratulated me on graduating. I thanked her, gave her a hug and peck on the check and said I’d see her later. Then she went and did the same to Joe. He really liked her but wouldn’t go out with her because he said that would be a huge violation of the “bro code”—you never date a bro’s ex. I gave him full clearance and my blessing, but he said no way.
The next thing I knew Danielle was running past me, almost knocking me down. She was crying and running towards the exit. Lucas started after her but then stopped when Doris, the class trick, grabbed him to dance with her. I didn’t know what to do, go after Danielle or mind my business. Can you guess what I ended up doing? Yep, I went after Danielle.
I told Joe I’d be right back. I went out the doors and looked around for Danielle. Someone said they saw her running towards the football field. As I neared the field I saw a form under the bleachers. It was her. As I got closer I heard her sobbing, and it made me feel terrible. I felt as if I was intruding and almost turned back, but I felt like as a gentleman I needed to at least check and make sure she was okay.
When I was close enough I called out to Danielle and asked her what was wrong. Nothing, just more sobbing. I walked closer. When I got within inches of where she was standing, she fell into my arms, bawling like a baby. Not knowing what to do, I just held her and stroked her back, offering whatever comfort I could.
Eventually she calmed down enough to tell me that she walked in on Doris and Lucas in the ladies’ room where Doris was on all fours, ass in the air, while Lucas sat on the bowl getting head from the class ho! “I mean, can you believe that shit?” she shouted. “At fucking prom of all places! That fucking son of a bitch and that fucking skank had the nerve to put that shit on display for anyone to walk in on and make me look like a fucking moron!”
Well, knowing Doris and, unfortunately, Lucas, no, it didn’t surprise me at all. The only thing that surprised me was Danielle’s surprise. It was all over the school that Lucas and Doris were hooking up and not being very discreet about it. There was nothing discreet about Doris anyway, and Lucas—well, he just worried about Lucas. Yet here was Danielle all broken up about it.
She asked me how I got to the prom, and I told her. She asked if we could just sit in the car a bit and talk. She said she was sorry if she was making me miss the prom, but she really just needed a friend. I told her it was no problem and texted Joe letting him know where I was and telling him to give me some time—I’d let him know when we were done talking. He texted back, “yeah, rite … talkin’ … got it” and added a winking-face emoticon. He can be such an ass sometimes.
With my obligation taken care of, I took Danielle to the car. I opened the door for her, and she thanked me. I slid into the driver’s side. She asked if I would put the radio on low. I found a jazz station, but she reached over and changed it, finding a station with a hard, pulse-pounding beat. She seemed in a better state of mind as she relived her now-defunct relationship with “Lucas the loser,” as she now affectionately called him.
We were probably talking for about an hour when Danielle grabbed my hand and thanked me. She said this meant the world to her, and she would never forget what I did for her. Then she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As she lingered there, I started to feel the heat rising to my cheeks. She backed away an inch, then leaned in again and kissed me again. She placed little pecks on my cheek, then made her way to my lips.
Both of us had our eyes open and looked at each other, sort of feeling the other one out. Who would call chicken first? When neither of us did, we started to kiss for real, hot and heavy. Her lips tasted like berries and were really soft. Her scent was intoxicating. My mind was registering what was happening but having a really hard time believing it. I mean this is the kind of shit you read about, well, in Penthouse Letters—the unbelievable shit people write in about—and here I am, right in the middle of just such a letter!
One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, I was getting my rock-hard cock sucked off by the hottest girl in school! She was amazing. My dick felt like it grew five inches in her talented mouth. Oh, poor Lucas, no more Danielle head for him! This girl knew her way around a cock, that was for sure. She had me thrusting my hips up to meet her bobbing head.
When she grabbed my balls, that was it. No girl had ever done that to me. It’s as if they’re not part of the package. Any girl I had been with just did the basic sucking—maybe a stroke of the hand here or there, but nothing at all like the headjob Danielle was giving me. God, it felt great!
With her sloppy mouth on my knob and her hands manipulating my sac, it was all I could do not to shoot my hot jizz down her throat. I thought the right thing to do was to warn her. It turned out she didn’t give a fuck! She hummed on my cock and squeezed harder on my balls and sent me over the edge into the abyss of a mind-blowing orgasm that had me dropping loads right down her throat. The feeling was so intense, I thought I would pass out from the sheer thrill.
As I came down from my high, Danielle was reapplying her lipstick. “Thank you,” I stammered. What I was supposed to say?
She laughed and said, “You’re welcome. Ever the gentleman, huh, Bobby? Really, thanks again for being such a sweetheart to me. How do I look? Is my hair okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, “you look amazing, Danielle.”
“Aww, you’re such a good person.” As she said this, she leaned over and gave me a sexy French kiss I’ve never forgotten. I tasted my salty load on her tongue and offered her a mint. She declined, smiled a wicked little grin and said to take her back in to the party.
Off we went as if nothing happened! When we got inside she kissed my cheek, walked over to Lucas and Doris, grabbed him by his face and shoved her tongue down his throat, giving him what I can only imagine was the most intense game of tonsil hockey he’d ever had. I had no doubt, as I stood by watching and laughing, that Lucas was tasting my spunk on his ex-girlfriend’s tonsils. As if to confirm my conviction, when Danielle pulled away from him, his face spoke volumes.
“And he was better than you ever were!” she shouted as she walked away from him, leaving him standing there looking horrified at what had just registered.
I had an amazing blowjob from the hottest girl in school, who got the best revenge a scorned woman ever could. And Joe hooked up with Rachel after I told him that if he didn’t do it as my bro, then we couldn’t be bros. They’ve been together ever since and are getting married next month. Her friend, Danielle is the maid of honor, and yours truly is the best man.
That night ten years ago, wonderful as it was, was a one-time thing for Danielle and me. But with Facebook and the Internet, maybe I could find Doris and introduce her to Danielle’s husband. (Just kidding! But hey, it worked once!)
—Name and address withheld
One of the most memorable events in my life was the first time I gave a blowjob. His name was Phil, and we were in a film appreciation class together my sophomore year. He invited me for coffee in the student cafeteria one night after we’d seen a sensual foreign film. As we drank our coffee, we talked about our views on sexuality, love, marriage and virginity. I told him how I intended on keeping my virginity till I was married, when I met the right man.
The lustful look in his eyes dimmed as he listened. He stopped me and said, “Listen, Connie, I’m really, really attracted to you, and while I fully appreciate your virginal intent, you do know there are other things that couples can share and do to express their feelings toward each other besides vaginal penetration?”
As he spoke, his hand caressed my knee under the table. I sensed immediately that I was in trouble. I was very turned on. But nothing further happened that night, since it was getting late and we both had early classes in the morning.
By our third date I’d held onto my virginity and was confident when we went out to eat at a nice restaurant, where I had a drink or two before we went parking at the overlook outside town. Other couples were there, and their cars rocked a little and their windows were steamed shut as indication of what they were doing.
We kissed a little. Then, as Phil gave me some sensual nibbles, he whispered in my ear, “Let’s get comfy in the back seat.”
Despite my apprehension, I consented, and soon we were in back kissing wildly while touching and caressing each other. Phil took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I squeezed it playfully. He ran his hand up my leg and rubbed my crotch under my skirt. I felt myself moisten and didn’t protest when he started pulling my pantyhose down, giving him access to my panty crotch.
His rubbing had me on the verge of climax when he gasped, “Oh Connie, I don’t want to come in my pants. Take my cock out.” So I did. I loved how it throbbed in my hand. He started pushing my head down to it, but I said I didn’t know how. “Maybe I should just stroke it,” I said.
“No, it’s not the same,” he panted. “Please, Connie.”
“Okay,” I said finally.
Awkwardly and nervously, I leaned down to it. Phil leaned back against the seat. I blew cool breath across the head and saw the veins leaping and pulsing. It amazed me to realize the power I had over him at that moment. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around the tip, then swirled my tongue over it. He shot his hips upward, driving his hard cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and quickly pulled my head away.
“Oh no, don’t pull away,” he pleaded. Since he’d gotten me off with his fingers, I reasoned that I owed him in turn, so again I sank down, swirling my tongue, and engulfed as much as I could. I tasted his salty precome. “Suck me, baby, please,” he urged, and I finally caught on and began to suck him. More precome leaked from the tip. I began to bob my head while I sucked, my saliva providing lubrication. I was having fun!
When I caressed his balls lightly he lost it, shouting, “Oh God, Connie, I’m coming!” I was surprised by the way his body shuddered when he came. His cock pulsed, and the tip seemed to flare a millisecond before I felt his come shoot in my mouth and down my throat. I gulped as fast as I could to keep up, and he held my head still until he finished, then let go. I fell away, gasping for breath.
We dated till the end of the semester, when Phil broke up with me, probably for a girl who would fuck. But I didn’t care. By then I was addicted to the taste of semen—while still a virgin!
Since then I’ve given literally hundreds of blowjobs, including a whole bunch of guys in one night at a frat party. I’ve also blown professors, teaching assistants and strangers, and I have loved each and every one. My college education has certainly been memorable, but that first one is still the most memorable one for me.
—C.L., Columbus, Ohio
It’s a beautiful weekday afternoon, a prime August day in the Midwest. My kids are at camp, and I’m enjoying the free time, sunning on the deck in my lounge chair listening to my iPod—ah, nice! Today there aren’t any neighbors around, so I decide to work on my tan lines and shed my bikini. I love being naked! Sometimes I even take pictures of myself and share them with select appreciative friends.
The late-morning workout has made me relaxed, and I drift half asleep. The music plays, the mind wanders, and some of those thoughts start to get me horny. I let my hands wander a little and lazily run my fingers around my shaved pussy. Mmm, that feels nice as the first hint of wetness starts to build inside me.
Suddenly I hear a creak from the deck boards. Someone has just walked up on my deck! I sit up and grab my towel to cover up the best I can. I look over and blurt out, “Who are you?” In front of my eyes I see a man in his 40s, with Scandinavian good looks, an athletic build, dressed in a white button-down shirt and khakis, holding a camera in his hand.
With an embarrassed smile he says, “Hi, I’m a real-estate agent. I came around to snap some photos of the back yard of your neighbor’s house and I couldn’t miss the soft moaning I heard coming from the deck.” I hadn’t realized that I had already started making noises, but I am known to do that. With his grin growing a little wider and less embarrassed, he continues, “It seems like I’ve found the source.”
Without another word, he walks over to me, leans down and kisses me on the lips! The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his skin cause the little hairs on my neck to stand up. In my aroused state, the sensation is intoxicating. I grab his hair with both hands. As my towel drops by the wayside, I respond to his kiss. Our tongues start dancing the mambo.
I lean back on the chair, and he kneels next to it and starts kissing my neck and shoulders. Shivers run down my spine. With a light touch his fingers trace my arms, sides and stomach, then move gradually up to my breasts. They find a nipple and give it a gentle tweak. An electric shock courses all through my body and makes me jump. My pussy feels like it’s directly connected to my nipple.
Oh my!
My body is barely keeping up as his head moves down to the other breast and a wet tongue and lips start exploring around the supple flesh. After an agonizing minute, his lips lock onto the nipple and suck gently. I let out a cry.
By now I’m thrashing in my chair. In the meantime his hand has found its way down between my thighs. He teases my inner thighs and anal area interminably before the fingers finally find my dripping pussy lips. His fingers slide up slowly until they find my swollen clit. I mumble, “I want your tongue in my pussy,” while frantically starting to unbutton his button-down shirt, revealing a golden brown chest underneath.
He appears eager to follow instructions. Still holding that big grin, he lays me back down, stands at the end of the chair, grabs my quivering legs and spreads them wide. I am more than happy to oblige. He stands there admiring the view with a muted “wow!” His shirt comes off, and I can see my hunk in his full glory. I can’t wait any longer, and so I grab his hair and pull his head down to my pussy. Eager but managing to be patient, he circles my pussy with his tongue, tasting the flowing juices.
“Inside my pussy, please!” I say. He ignores me. With no penetration he moves his tongue up and down between my pussy lips, eliciting more groans as I pull his head even harder toward my pussy. He finds the clit and with slow, light rhythmic circles fondles the jewel, driving me inexorably toward the edge. When he finally inserts a finger in my pussy, three quick pokes and I can’t take it anymore. I come with an animalistic cry, pulsing around his tongue and finger.
Disoriented from the explosion but not wanting to stop, I stand up and push him down to the chair. My turn to take in the view of this tanned, trim, beautiful body! “Wow,” I mutter, “so that’s what just brought me to that thundering orgasm!”
I begin my dance. My fingers run up and down his chest and hard gut, kissing and licking the nipples, feeling the reaction. The grin is still there, but now accompanied by audible gasps and sighs. I move down to the side of the chair, undo the belt, pull the pants away and—surprise!—no underwear! All the better!
His cock is already at full mast from my touching and causing my orgasm. I see a drop of precome glistening on the tip. I grab the cock with my hand and ever so slowly touch the tip with the tip of my tongue. His whole body flinches at the touch. Glorious! I start working around the cock with light touches and a flitting tongue and lips. He looks in agony. He fondles my breasts and ass and thrusts a finger in my soaked pussy. Another shock runs through me.
I take his cock in my mouth and slowly swallow it as deep as I can. Now his eyes are bulging—poor guy! I start a slow, rhythmic stroking in and then out, all the way outside my lips. Every new entry elicits a loud moan. He grabs my hair and pulls my head against his aching cock.
While I’m working his cock with my mouth, my pussy is calling, “What about me? I need some of that too!” As if reading my mind, he says, “I really want to come in your delicious mouth, but I want to come even more in your tight hot pussy!”
With that he jumps up and throws me down on the chair on my hands and knees and wedges my knees apart. My ass is pointing to the sky, the swollen pussy inviting him to enter. I can’t wait for him to spear me, yet he stands there for what seems like an eternity, just admiring. I think, oh my Lord, what is it with men and visuals?
Finally, he grabs his cock and places it at the edge of my pussy. I need it now! But he continues to tease, sliding his cock on and around my pussy lips, which are soaked with my pussy juice, while I writhe in agony and anticipation. I groan, “Please!”
Ever so slowly, he places the tip between my lips and starts to enter me. My lips are actually locking around his shaft despite my wetness, so much that he has to exert some force to enter me fully. I am beside myself. He starts thrusting very slowly in and out, holding my hips for control. He whispers, “What a fantastic ass, you are so-o-o hot!” While he gradually picks up the pace, he first reaches around to play with my breasts and nipples, then finds my clit again and starts rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts.
Too many raging sensations are attacking my body as I react to the strokes, and the next orgasm is building deep in my pussy. It grows like a tsunami, and when it reaches the shore, it rises to monumental heights. I scream “Ohmygod!,” completely uncaring of neighbors or anyone else around.
Seeing and hearing all this, he can’t hold back any longer. He’s ready to come in me; I feel it as his cock grows even bigger. But I have other ideas. I want to feel his come squirt in the back of my throat. So I jump up quickly, and have just enough time to jack him three or four times before I feel the hot pulsing shower inside my mouth. His head is thrown back, and he pulses in agony until I suck the last drop of come out.
When he finally catches his breath, he looks me in the eye and says, “Oh, by the way, my name is Greg.”
—T.G., Sioux City, Iowa
I am laying naked on the bed stretched out relaxing. Marissa walks in and smiles at me. I smile back noticing a sparkle in her beautiful smoldering eyes. She is naked and oiled with erect nipples. She kisses my forehead while she brushes her breasts against my bare chest, which makes me tingle all over.
Marissa slowly lets her long soft hair hang down and brushes it along my cheeks, then down across my chest. The sensation hardens my nipples. Then she moves down to my stomach. I clench my toes in anticipation. It feels good on my crotch and makes my cock twitch. She begins to slowly twirl her hair in circles around my hard shaft and balls. With both hands she begins to softly work her hair up and down my now fully solid hard-on. It feels incredibly fucking good! I can’t stop smiling, because Marissa looks so sexy!
She begins to flick the head of my cock with her hot tongue, then gradually strokes it faster. Teasingly she bites the underside of my swollen member. I feel the come boiling in my sac. I can’t help but begin to work my hips with each stroke, in perfect rhythm.
I’m about to explode. Marissa senses it and quickly wraps her juicy lips tightly around the head. I moan, “Oh yes, baby!” I start coming and coming, moaning louder as she closes her eyes and swallows every last drop. I can’t believe I’m still shooting! I’m tingling from head to toe. It seems to last forever until I’m out of breath and spent.
Marissa comes up and kisses me. She lays next to me and cuddles. I think I hear her purring. Good night, my love!
—F.R., San Juan, Puerto Rico
My wife, my daughter and I were visiting some longtime friends who now live up state. Our daughters grew up playing together and have both turned into beautiful 18-year-old college-bound young ladies.
Our friends’ daughter Gloria is a gloriously sexy girl, and I thought my eyes would pop out when she came out to their pool in a white bikini that, coupled with her beautiful long brown hair and perfect tan, was a sight that would ex cite the dead. That white bikini almost seemed to glow in contrast to her deep tan. It was hard to hide my excitement all day being around such a hottie.
Eventually I went inside for a shower. We were staying in a room in the basement with a sliding glass door that looks out on the side of the yard. I walked from the shower to our room wearing a towel, which I dropped once I was back in the room, where I sat on the bed naked with a hard-on thinking about Gloria’s bikini bottom curving between her round cheeks.
Suddenly I opened my eyes—just as she walked by outside! We saw each other at the same time and froze. Since she didn’t run away, I” moved my hand away so she could get a good look. After a few seconds she looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then continued looking while I slowly stroked myself. She kept staring as if in amazement.
After checking again to see that no one was watching, she slipped inside, then closed the door and drew the curtain closed. “Show me your tits,” I whispered, but she shook her head. “Please,” I begged, and after a pause she slowly reached back and untied her bikini top, looking me in the eyes the whole time as she let it fall.
She had unbelievably beautiful tits, and I could only stare in fascination. Slowly I went to her, but she suddenly got nervous and covered herself with her hands. I took one of her hands and led her to the bed. She sat on it, and I put her hand on my hard cock. She wrapped her fingers tentatively around it, and I pushed her hand back and forth on my shaft, and when I let go, to my delight she kept right on!
While we both watched her hand jerking me, I reached down to fondle a glorious breast. “Somebody might see us,” she murmured, but I didn’t respond. Instead I pulled her up off the bed and my cock rubbed her flat stomach as I slipped my hands down the back of her bikini.
We kissed, and then she said, “What if your wife comes in and catches us?” At that point I didn’t care as I touched the smooth, soft globes of her ass. She got down on her knees, and I guided my dick to her mouth. She cooperatively opened wide, and I slid inside. I put my hands on the back of her head and began pumping in and out. Once again when I let go of her head she kept right on bobbing her head back and forth, making sexy wet slurping sounds in the process.
The fact that she was my daughter’s friend, and my friend’s daughter, and the strong chance that we could get caught, all added up to me coming very fast, and this sucking angel swallowed every last drop, and even milked out any leftovers—before quickly grabbing her top and dashing out.
The rest of the weekend was a long drawn-out tease that was hard to ignore. I tried and tried to get alone with Gloria again, but the oppor tunity never came up, till an hour or two before we left, when I was in the bathroom while everyone was out by the pool. A light knock came to the door. I opened it, and sweet Gloria came inside. My cock instantly got hard and I quickly took it out, and she dropped to her knees and began sucking me.
This time I stopped her before I came in her mouth. I stood her up and leaned her over the vanity, and then it was my turn to get on my knees. I yanked her bikini-bottom crotch aside and went down on the tast iest, tightest pussy I ever ate. I used my fingers to probe both her ass and pussy and determined that her ass was only slightly tighter than that little pussy.
I stood up and tried to penetrate her while she was leaned over. However, she stopped me when I only had the head inside. She wouldn’t let me fuck her, but she didn’t make me take the head of my cock out, so I had to make do with that. Actually it felt pretty good, since she was go tight and I” was so excited.
“Hurry,” she urged, and just as she said it, I lost it and shot my come just in side her, splashing some over her ass. I never got more than my cockhead inside her, but it felt like I fucked her just the same. When I was done, she licked me clean, wiped herself off and slipped out. When we all said our goodbyes, she acted like nothing happened.
She’s all college now, and I envy the stud that actually gets to take her cherry. He’s one lucky guy.—Name and address withheld
For me, busting a nut in some girl’s mouth is the most intense feeling in the world. Fucking is cool but can’t compare with watching some girl on her knees, kneeling in front if you with your dick in her mouth.
I love the rush I get as I grab her hair and face-fuck her. I don’t care what she looks like. Anyway, within reason! But I’ve had them all—short and tall, thin and fat, black and white, you name it, and I no doubt fed them a load or two.
After I got my first blowjob I was hooked. This girl was hot! Besides having a hot, tight bod, she had a killer mouth, and she took control. She was awesome! She told me from the start that she wanted to make me” come down her throat. I” was immediately turned on by her forceful tone and her take-control attitude. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. That was more than fine by me!
Once I got that first hummer, that was all she wrote. I wanted it all the time. I would go anywhere I knew I could get it. I was not above telling a girl I wanted us to be together exclusively just to get my cock in her mouth. Meanwhile the whole time I was like a fox in a henhouse looking for the next cock-gobbler. I know that sounds bad, but it wasn’t like I had to force anybody to do it. They were all for it.
Josie is a hot Latino girl from the neighborhood who was always down with going down. All the guys in the neighborhood have had a shot at Josie. She has a reputation for giving the best head, and speaking from plenty of experience, it’s true! I hook up with her at least three times a week. She feels the way I” do—it’s just a feel-good thing, no strings attached. She gets what she wants, to give head, and I get what I want, a skilled cocksucker that will make my toes curl as I shoot down her throat. We both win.
I’m addicted! That’s the long and short of it. I won’t disrespect a lady. I’m very up-front about what I expect to get being with her, and if she’s cool with it, then great, and if not, then we don’t need to go any further. So far it’s all worked out for me, and I don’t think the ladies I’ve been with have been disappointed either. Wheth er it’s foreplay or fucking, I’m down with it and will do whatever I can to rock their world. I do like to give back, and to date I haven’t had any complaints.
So, that’s my story. I’m a dude who lives for getting his dick sucked, whenever and wherever.—J.W., Rio Rancho, New Mexico
At 28, I still compare every blowjob I get with one I got from Jessie when I was 19. There have been good ones, but none really compare.
I lost my virginity when I turned 18. My birthday pres ent from Sally, my girl at the time, was taking my cherry. It was intense. Though I had nothing to compare it with, it was worlds better than shoot ing off in a tissue in the bath room with my dad’s issues of Penthouse Letters. Actual sex was amazing. I thought my head would explode as Sally took her clothes off and got on her knees. I didn’t know what to expect, but I guessed my dick would grow to amazing proportions and she would have to back off because she started gagging on my mighty rod.
It started out nicely. She licked my shaft up one side and down the other. It got bigger, but not so big that she couldn’t handle it. As her hands moved up and down it, I watched her mouth descend on the head. My cock jumped as I felt her hot breath on me. In an instant she gobbled it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and awaited nirvana, but holy shit, her teeth were raking along my whole shaft! What the fuck were all the guys talking about blowjobs feeling amazing? I had to ask her to stop. She actually thought it was because I was about to come! Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I didn’t set her straight.
Needing to let my wound ed soldier rest, I made my first attempt at eating pussy. Sally said I was the first boy who ever went down on her, and she loved it! Mind you, I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d seen enough porn to find my way around. Sally thrashed around and moaned so much, I had to believe I was doing okay. I got confirmation when she yelled that she was coming. She thanked me breathlessly and said her orgasm was out of this world.
When my cock was ready for battle, we had a great fuck, managing to come together while I slammed her pussy good and hard, and in the next few months Sally and I fucked a lot. I ate her often but managed to find an excuse anytime she offered me a BJ. As long as she got eaten, she didn’t think about not sucking my dick. Then she found a guy with a nicer car or something, and we broke up.
Then I met Jessie. What a girl! She had a body that would put J-Lo to shame, and a face more beautiful than Angelina Jolie’s. Long story short: Boy meets girl, boy and girl want each other and make plans for fuckfest. But nothing prepared me for what it was like with Jessie. I thought I had all the tricks down pat and was the best lover out there. I mean, Sally told me so. Well, fuck that! That night I got schooled with Jessie. I owe her a debt of gratitude I could never repay.
I was 19 and thought she was too, but she was actually 26. She had me come over to her place and didn’t waste any time with preliminary bullshit. She came to the door in a short silk robe, and I was already hard. But when she took it off, ohmygod! Her body was slammin’ hot! Beautiful tits, small waist, ass made of two perfectly round orbs of smooth flesh—I wanted to bite them, they looked that good!
As my manhood grew in appreciation, Jessie asked if I liked what I saw. In reply, I grabbed her by her tiny waist and planted a kiss on her. While my tongue probed her mouth, my hands did her tits and then her wet snatch. As she moaned, I laid her down on the bed and used my tongue all over her. I swear she was hot to the touch! I felt like she had so many things to play with, and I didn’t want to miss a thing.
I snaked my tongue in every nook and cranny, even licking her asshole, which was amazing. She spread her legs farther apart, resting her heels on my shoulders as I made my way into her garden of delights. Her pussy was clean-shaved, her lips damp with excitement. I teased her first, swip ing gently at her folds and separating her lips with my tongue, then flicking gently at her clit. I circled around her ass hole with the tip of my tongue, then shoved it in as far as it could go.
Jessie bucked up and grabbed my head, directing me to her engorged clit. I munched on her for several minutes before I felt her tighten up. Her thighs shook a little and her breath ing be came more labored. Sud den ly she stiffened up and screamed, trembling all over. What a turn-on it was to see her let go like that!
When she came down from her high she pushed me back and made her way to my crotch. Shit! I wanted so much for this gorgeous hot piece of ass to suck my cock, but I dreaded what was coming, so I tried to hold her off by saying I’d like to taste her again. She said she’d love that when she was done but right now she had some payback to tend to. And down she went! I braced for it, just hoping that afterward my dick wouldn’t be disabled for fucking this girl.
I felt her tongue licking the length of my dick. She moved smoothly and slowly. That felt nice. A warm bath for my wingman. Then, the moment of truth. Her mouth slowly sucked in just the head. Her tongue bathed it in saliva. The popping sound as she let go sent a shiver through me. Down again she went, this time taking more of me in her warm, slippery mouth. Her head began its up-and-down motion, and I held onto the bed sheets.
But no pain came! Jessie bobbed her head up and down on my wanker, pulling and strok ing me while she sucked me like she was suck ing a lollipop, and it felt won der ful. Never had I expe rienced such a soothing, amazingly erotic feeling!
Allowing myself to go with the flow had me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life. My cock responded to Jessie’s sucking, and God, it felt good! She hummed while she sucked me and tickled my balls with her fingernails. That did it for me. I felt the jizz starting to boil in my balls. I warned Jessie I was about to come. She let up on my balls, pulled my dick from her mouth and said, “Not yet.”
My impending orgasm was put off while Jessie adjusted herself between my legs. Asking if I was ready and not waiting for an answer, she hoisted my legs up over her shoulders, took my dick back in her velvety mouth and picked up where she left off. Now my legs were spread wide and her tits were banging my asshole. I was blown away by the sheer enjoyment of being exposed like that. I hadn’t had anything near this type of feeling with Sally.
Jessie sucked me hard with deep strokes. Her nose would hit my pubic bone as she sank farther and farther down, making sure she had all of me. I let her know I couldn’t take much more, but she made no move to stop. I had no choice but to shoot in her mouth. Just as orgasm was ready to take over my body, she wiggled a finger in my ass. Holy shit, I saw stars! Between her fin ger in my ass, my ass being so exposed and her humming while giving me a hum mer, I felt like I didn’t stop shooting for five minutes.
I really think I passed out temporarily, because the next thing I remember was Jessie looking down at me while she was riding my still-hard cock to her own earth-shattering orgasm. I don’t even think I moved. She did it all herself.
Jessie and I hooked up a few more times after that, but she wasn’t interested in settling down, especially with a 19-year-old. I have since had many blowjobs from many women, but like I said, none compare to Jessie. Luckily, none compare to Sally’s either.
Jessie, wherever you are now, my dick and I owe you big-time. We’ll never forget you.—F.G., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
I love to suck dick. There is no better feeling of arousal for me than knowing I am going to slobber all over the hard tool of the guy who wants to gain entrance to my pussy. I haven’t met a guy who doesn’t love hav ing his cock sucked.
About two years ago I met this one guy who said he’d rather fuck than be sucked. I told him he just hadn’t been sucked the right way and proceeded to” show him what I meant. From that night on, anytime we were together he asked me to go down on him. Many times that was all he was good for, since once he came he couldn’t get it back up again. But that was fine. I got so turned on suck ing his cock that I could frig myself to orgasm while he watched. That was something else he wasn’t into—before he met me, that is.
My first experience giving head was with a neighbor when I was 18. He was way older, a good friend of my dad’s. Which made things that much better. I would go over on the guise that my dad needed to borrow something and end up on all fours with my mouth full of his big meatstick. He had big heavy balls that he would beg me to lick as well. At first I was kind of put off by that request and said no, but soon we moved from my giv ing him blowjobs to my giving blowjobs while he finger-fucked me to climax. As I never had that done before and was blown away by the experience, I decided to try licking his sac and see where that took me.
Our first ball-licking session went off wonderfully. He was freshly showered, which as I would later learn really makes a difference. I came over when his wife left for the store. He was still wet from the shower and was lying on his bed spread-eagle and hard. I took off my clothes while he stroked his big boner. I climbed up on the bed on all fours and put my hand on his cock. He put his hands behind his head and watched as I massaged his cock with one hand, his balls with the other. It felt strange, but so did my very first cock, and look where that got me!
I spit on his cock and watched it dribble to his balls. Then I put my mouth over his shaft and slowly took him in. As always, he took a deep intake of air and moaned. I had a good rhythm going when he start ed to thrust his hips a little. I” kept on sucking, ignoring his gyrations until he said to play with his balls. Well, it was now or never!
While I continued to suck him off, I slid my hand be tween his legs and lightly caressed his hairy balls. He moaned louder and whispered words of encouragement and need. With my hand on his balls and my mouth still on his cock, I pushed his balls up to my mouth. They smelled clean and fresh. While I was still sucking him, I swiped at his nuts, squeezing them around his shaft. He went crazy! He started bucking up, and his cock went further down my throat. I had to pull my mouth off momentarily. I gave his balls a” tongue bath, all the while stroking his dick.
He was groaning and yelling that he was going to come. I put my mouth back on his cock and slurped like” a champ, not wanting to” waste any of his yummy semen. While I did so, I still played with his balls. He went off like a rocket, shooting gobs of spunk down my throat. I now added ball-suck ing to my list of likes.
We got dressed just in time as his wife was pulling in the garage. He gave me the leaf-blower I came to borrow for my dad wink, wink , and I said a smiling good-bye to his wife as I headed home, content until the next time I would be able to suck him off.
My experiences have been varied. I’ve had big cocks and small cocks, white and black, and once I” even had an Asian guy. I had one that was uncircumcised, but I didn’t like that very much. It was just a strange feeling having that flap of skin there when I first put it in my mouth.
For sure I get fucked, but my real get-off is sucking dick. I can usually come before they do, it turns me on so much. I might have to frig myself while I do it, or have them watch me do it after they come. They all offer to give me a “hand,” and sometimes I accept, but mostly I do me myself, because quite honestly I haven’t yet found anybody who can do me better than I can.
I don’t think it’s possible that I would ever get tired of sucking cock.—Name and address withheld
We’re just an upper-middle-class couple leading a fairly conventional, quiet suburban life. As a matter of fact, Beth is in better shape now than she was when we were married, right after college. She has long, well-shaped legs and C-cup breasts on a five-foot-seven frame, about 115 pounds.
We’ve recently become empty-nesters for most of the year as our daughter is away at college. The privacy has greatly enhanced our sex life. A few months ago I” suggested that Beth could use a trim to her bikini area. She accepted my offer to trim her and shave the area that’s exposed in bikini-style panties. I had her lie down on a waterproof mattress pad spread out on our bedroom floor, with a pillow for her head. After using a scissors to shorten all the hair on her Venus mound and near her lips, I lathered up the bikini area and used my safety razor to shave the areas exposed by an imaginary bikini.
The hair was long, re quir ing repeated pass es over the same area coming from different directions, using more shave cream. There was something really sexy about grooming my wife’s intimate areas. I said, “I’ve been quite conservative in what I shaved. Can I shave more?”
Beth replied: “I’ve been surprised at how little you shaved. I expected you to shave everything except my Venus mound.” I asked if that was all right, and she said, “It’s what I expected. I’m not sure I’m going to like the result, but let’s try it.”
As I lathered her lips, Beth noticed the bulge in my shorts and said, “I can see that one of us is looking forward to my having a shaved pussy.”
I began to cautiously shave the lip area. I was nervous that I might hurt her sensitive skin, but soon got more confidence. Again each area needed repeated passes with the razor. When I was satisfied that I had gotten every hair, I applied a cream that’s supposed to prevent irritation. I told Beth how exposed and inviting her lips looked without hair. She ran her hand over the area and said, “Oh my.”
I asked if I could shave her mound. She said, “I’m not ready for that.” I ac cept ed it without argument.
I moved to lay down next to my sexy wife so I could kiss her while fondling her newly shaved pussy. In between kisses I told her how sexy it was now to feel her pussy. She pushed her pussy into my hand and I played with my new toy for a few minutes. We both got more aroused. I moved between her legs and lifted her legs up to my shoulders, which raised her exposed pussy. I rubbed my cock up and down her naked lips and stared at it lying atop her pussy. Her lips were just moist enough to provide a velvety touch. Watching myself slide over her pussy was tremendously sexy and felt great. I groaned.
Beth thought I couldn’t penetrate her, but I assured her that I was merely enjoying some foreplay, which I could have done before she was shaved but her exposed lips made an irresistible cradle for my cock. I eventually pushed into her and said how great her naked lips felt on my cock and how great it felt penetrating them.
My excitement caused me to come much sooner than I wanted. Beth was very aroused but hadn’t yet reached climax. I lay down next to her and assaulted her left nipple with my mouth while fingering her pussy. She soon came.
We established a routine where every three or four days I arranged the pad and shaving supplies on the floor and Beth lay there while I reshaved her. Great sex frequently followed, but not always. Just shaving her was sexual. On one occasion we incorporated the shaving into her routine of getting ready to go to a business cocktail party. Knowing my wife’s pussy had just been shaved while we made small talk with other couples was great.
As I was completing Beth’s second shave I said, “I’m very excited about your new look. I know you’ve never been a big fan of oral sex but I need to kiss your pussy. My face needs to explore your lips. They seem to cry out for attention and I’d like to give you pleasure.”
Beth was silent while I kissed tentatively around her pussy and then on her lips. After a minute she said, “You’re being too gentle. It’s annoying. Be rougher.” I was happy to oblige, and a few minutes later her hips were com ing off the floor with excitement as I had two fingers buried in her and my mouth was attacking her lips and clit. Her body tensed, then was wracked by a huge orgasm.
As Beth calmed, she pushed my head and hand away. She whispered, “Put your cock in me. No pussy-rubbing, just put it in deep!” I did. We both needed that.
In the months that followed I think I improved my oral technique. Beth guided me in what gives her pleasure and what doesn’t. Both my cock and my mouth love having her shaved. Oral sex is now a frequent component of our sex life. Who knew removing a little hair would have such an impact?
I’ve frequently told Beth how fantastic touching her in bed and feeling her naked lips on my cock has been. Outside of bed it has also been exciting to think about her having a shaved pussy. Several times we’ve been with a group of friends or in a crowded room of strangers and I’ve whispered in Beth’s ear that she was probably the only woman there with a shaved pussy. She’d blush, but I think she liked the thought. At a minimum, she enjoyed knowing that I was thinking about her as especially sexy.
Last Friday when I got home Beth was wearing a short skirt and a silk shirt with most of the buttons open. Her cleavage was dramatic, enhanced by a push-up bra. I admired the look, and she said she’d found herself in a sexy mood and planned a dinner by candlelight. She said she had a surprise for me but wouldn’t say more about it except to put me off until after dinner.
As soon as the dishes were cleaned up, Beth an nounced it was time to go to bed. I had my clothes off in a minute, then removed her skirt and shirt, leaving just her lingerie. We kissed, and I enjoyed fondling her body. After a few minutes the bra was in the way, so I removed it. While my mouth assaulted her breasts, I cupped her ass. She felt great in just skimpy panties.
When it was time to pull the panties down, I discovered that Beth’s Venus mound was totally smooth and hairless. She was saying she was sure I would like my surprise. “Wow!” I said, “Thank you.” I noticed that her skin was red and asked if her mound hurt. She said it was a little sensitive and explained that rather than use a razor she had used an Epilady, a hand held device that pulls each hair out by its root. “Today you can look at your surprise and touch it gently. Tomor row it’ll be all better and you can enjoy it as you wish.”
I ran my finger over the skin and was amazed how smooth it felt. Beth said, “I use the Epilady on my legs all the time. It hurts less after the first time, and the result is smooth and lasts for at least two weeks, so I think we’ll both enjoy this better than shaving. “But,” she added, “There’s no way I’m going to put the Epilady near my pussy, so shaving will have to do there.” While I had to be gentle, I thoroughly enjoyed Beth’s naked mound and pussy.
One Saturday morning I confirmed that Beth’s skin was feeling better. We ran some errands together, and in the middle of the home-improvement store she leaned close and said, “Even though I’m wearing jeans, my pussy feels pretty sexy.” Soon after, I decided shopping was done, and as soon as we got home dragged her to the bedroom.
I said, “Now that your skin is healed, I need to explore your naked mound and shaved pussy. I’ve had a partial hard-on all morning thinking about it.” I got her jeans off and saw that she’d worn sexy panties that fit over her mound like a second skin. I lowered her to the bed and ran my hand over the panties, saying, “Your panties are hugging your sexy mound. What a sexy look! You’ve made my cock throb just from knowing you’re all smooth under those panties.”
I spread Beth’s legs and got between them. I rubbed my face and fingers over her mound. After removing the panties I rubbed my face over the area again and told Beth how much I loved her shaved pussy. Her mound was smooth, and her skin felt tight over her pubic bone. It was as if her mound was now an extension of her pussy.
I spread her legs more and continued my exploration, now ravaging her pussy and mound with my mouth as well as my hands. Her arousal increased steadily to match mine. She pressed her pussy against my mouth while grabbing at the bed sheet. She soon reached a strong climax.
After letting her calm down, I moved my body up so I could rub my cock over her mound. I lifted her legs and let my cock slide to rest between her pussy lips. They felt exquisitely soft and sensuous. I described the look to Beth and thanked her for her new pussy, then finally plunged into her.—A.T., Milford, Connecticut
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