I’m a young stud for hire. I learned early on that I wasn’t like the other guys I went to school with, my cock being what some might think of as freakishly large. I can confirm from my professional experience all those stories written by women who really love being stretched by long, thick cocks, but believe me, having a supersize member can knock a guy out of some mighty sweet pussy.
It happened to me with a girl I wanted more than any I’ve ever met. I was 18, and Lulu had this long blonde hair that flowed to the small of her back along with beautiful ivory skin. She’s a petite five feet four and looked tiny alongside my six-foot, 190-pound frame.
After we’d dated for a few weeks, I finally had her alone in her basement. We were both pretty clumsy, but what we lacked in experience we made up for with curiosity and raw lust. I sucked and licked her tiny nipples and massaged her big mounds, then kissed my way down to pubic curls as blonde as the hair on her head.
The first time that I sucked a cock, it started innocently. I was home from college for Thanksgiving weekend my freshman year in college (where I hadn’t even kissed a boy!) and as a favor I was baby-sitting for our neighbors, whose kids I’d sat for all through high school. I stupidly slipped and fell, and while I was hobbling through the house Mr. G arrived home.
He helped me to the couch, and when I said my ankle and heel were throbbing, he had me lie facedown with my feet in his lap and began massaging the affected area. After a while his massaging became a caress. Then suddenly I felt his cock jerk under my other foot! I pretended that I didn’t notice, but the heat being generated from his cock sent erotic chills throughout me. He rubbed my foot up and down his whole cock. Then, to my disappointment, he patted me on the back of my thigh and asked if it felt better.
Tim and I have been married for six years. (He’s 28. I’m 26.) We’re fairly open about our sexual likes and dislikes, and our sex life is pretty active. But I have one guilty desire I’ve felt unable to share with him.
Early in my years of sexual experimenting I found that I could climax more explosively by sucking dick! My husband only likes oral sex as foreplay and has never come in my mouth, although I always tell him he can. He makes a face and says it’s “gross.” So even though he knows what to do with his lovely thick seven-and-a-half-inch dick and never fails to make me come, I’ve never had the kind of tooth-rattling orgasm I ache for with him.
I know exactly how my oral addiction began. During my senior year in high school I got friendly with a guy on the basketball team, and we sort of dated casually, but nothing more. Art was a fantastic athlete, with a six-foot-three body like Adonis, and I would have loved to get closer. The problem was that we lived in the Bible Belt, where everyone knew everyone else’s business, and he was black. Though my parents weren’t prejudiced, I knew they wouldn’t approve of their only daughter, a five-foot-four raven-haired all-American beauty, dating a black guy. They couldn’t show their faces in town.
Being voted head cheerleader in college was a great thrill, until it put me in the awkward situation I want to tell you about.
We had a rival school less than an hour away, and we cheerleaders often made crazy bets. That season our football team was on its way to being undefeated, with just one game left to play—against our rivals! (I’ll call them the Poodles.) Beth, the Poodles’ veteran head cheerleader, challenged us that the cheerleaders of the losing squad would have to suck the dicks of the whole winning team, and the head cheerleader—me or Beth—would have to live up to her title by swallowing down all the come coaxed out of all those dicks by the others!
When our players heard about the challenge, they assured us the game was a “sure thing” and they were looking forward to their BJs. All five of my fellow cheerleaders were pleading with me to take the bet.
I’ve always liked my mom’s best pal Allie, a big-busted woman in her 40s with a bubbly personality, always fun to be with. She was always at our house, since her husband was away a great deal of the time, and she was the subject of many of my fantasies. I knew she was lonely, and was sure she had needs, like everybody else.
One Friday night when Allie was over at our house, she mentioned that she had a new living-room set arriving the next afternoon and she wanted to get her old furniture out of the house and do the carpets before the new set arrived. She asked me if I might spend the night at her place, then get up early and help with the furniture in the morning. She said she’d pay me and make it worth my while. Without hesitation, I said yes.
When we arrived at her place Allie fixed me a snack, then while I ate went to her room to change. A few minutes she returned later wearing a nearly see-through blue nightie that really got my attention! Those big tits of hers were bouncing freely underneath it, and I could clearly see her huge nipples. My cock was throbbing.
For as long as I recalled, I’d done odd jobs around our suburban neighborhood—cutting grass, shoveling snow, raking leaves and so on—but now that I’d graduated high school and built up a nice nest egg, I was scaling back as I prepared to go off to college. I was just servicing a few longtime customers.
And then Sandra moved into the neighborhood—a stunning 24-year-old single brunette with gorgeous green eyes and perfect thick lips, not to mention honeydew-size tits and a luscious bubble butt that I thought only existed in my dreams. Even before we met, I was masturbating half a dozen times a day thinking about her. (To this day she’s my masturbation-fantasy goddess.)
When she called, she said her yard was in ragged shape and I’d been recommended by several neighbors. I said I wasn’t really taking on new clients. Still, how could I say no to her?
The first time I saw a guy jerk off I was still a virgin, having been raised by strict parents who preached that the sin of sex would damn me to hell if I gave in to it. I was a sensuous girl and felt horny all the time, but I believed what my parents told me about sex. When I went on dates, I always wore tight nylon panties that hugged my ass and served as a barrier to my aching-to-be-fucked pussy, protecting it from invasive hands (among other things!).
One night my date and I were on the couch in our rec room, and things were getting pretty hot. I was wearing my nylon armor under my skirt, but my skirt was hiked up to my waist and my date’s pants were down around his ankles. He had his cock out and was between my legs, rubbing it urgently against my nylon-covered mound, almost as though he thought my panty crotch would magically dissolve and he’d get instant access to my pussy!
I am a 22-year-old married woman, and I want to share something with you and your depraved readers that I haven’t even shared with my husband.
When I was just 18 and still living at home, my mother and father divorced. Not long after, my mother began dating a man who had a son a year older than me, whose name was Jay. He was sort of on the heavy side, but very handsome. Jay and I got real close, and one evening as I was lying in bed, Jay came into my bedroom and crawled into bed with me.
Although I had recently lost my virginity to a neighbor boy home from college, it had only happened once and had not been particularly enjoyable. I didn’t know what to think as Jay took me in his arms and nuzzled his nose against my long blonde hair. “Gail, you smell so good!” he whispered, and with that he kissed me deeply. It was the first French kiss I had ever experienced. I immediately became wet, and I felt an ache deep within me such as I’d never felt before.
Jay’s hands explored my entire body, and when his hand slid into my panties I didn’t try to stop him. He finger-fucked me to a wonderful orgasm as he sucked my tits and kissed me. Then he took my hand in his and moved it to his raging cock. It was thick, much thicker and lengthier than the neighbor boy’s. The heat from it, and the way it jerked and swelled in my hand as if it had a life of its own, made me tremble with both fear and anticipation.
I am an 18-year-old married woman, whose husband has been stationed in Iraq for the past eight months. Harry enlisted just before graduating from high school, and we married two weeks later. After he had completed boot camp he rented us a trailer about a mile from the base, and moved me down there with him. But we were together for only five weeks before he was shipped out.
Shortly after Harry left I took a job at a local bookstore, mostly just to have something to do to keep my mind off Harry’s absence, and it was there that I discovered your magazine, which came as a great and exciting revelation.
You see, on our wedding night I had been a virgin. Other than some heavy petting and some experimental masturbation, I’d had absolutely no sexual experience whatsoever. Harry was a virgin also, and very shy and inexperienced as well. All in all it made for a rather awkward and not very exciting sex life.
For the first month after discovering your magazine I masturbated daily, sometimes two or even three times a day, while reading the erotic exploits of your readers and fantasizing about all the naughty, depraved things they experienced. The stories that turned me on the most were the ones about oral sex. Harry had never performed oral sex on me, and would not allow me to even touch his rather diminutive penis. I had never had a penis in my mouth, but after reading about how much your female readers enjoyed it, I knew I wanted to try it. The way they described having their vaginas licked and sucked really sounded like something special! However, I never thought I would ever have the pleasure of actually experiencing these activities, because of Harry’s shyness and prudish morals.
My husband Leo owns and operates a small export business, and I work part-time as his secretary.
Although my husband is still fairly young, he has many health problems due to his being overweight. He is five feet 10 and weighs a whopping 335 pounds. I am five feet four and weigh 118 pounds, so our sex life is not and has never been enjoyable for me. I had a few boyfriends in college, but remained a virgin until my wedding night, basically by sucking their dicks.
By the third time I did that I was hooked on cocksucking. I simply loved everything about giving head. I loved the feel of a hot thick slab of man meat pulsating in my mouth. I loved, and still love, the salty, somewhat tangy taste of a swollen, excited penis under the caress of my tongue.
I love my husband and he treats me like gold, but I have never performed oral sex on him, mainly because he is so overweight that his body odor is gut-wrenching. He knows this, and I believe it is why he has never pressed the issue.
Last week Leo had to go out of town on business, and I had to do our monthly inventory. George, our newly-hired warehouse supervisor, offered to work overtime to help me do it. George is six feet two, weighs 185 pounds and is very, very handsome. I found myself sexually attracted to him the first day my husband introduced him to me, and I could tell by the way his eyes traveled up and down my body that he also liked what he saw. But I never dreamed that our mutual attraction would actually come to anything.