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Penthouse Forum Magazine
December 1988
Letters Section
VIRGIN SNOW
The day started out in a typically rotten way. First my car broke down on the
freeway. Then I had an argument with my girlfriend Trudy. To top it all off
we were in for a wintry snowstorm.
After getting the car running, Trudy and I proceeded up the winding
mountain road for what was supposed to have been a day of fun in the snow. It
would be my first time on skis, but I wasn't in the kind of mood to learn new
things. I soon grew frustrated and we headed back to the cabin for a shower
and dinner before returning home.
Trudy and I had been going out for a year and though we had fooled around a
lot we had never gone all the way. She said that she wasn't ready yet and I
didn't push her. I know that she'd let me know when she changed her mind.
Well, something must have changed her mind that day because she showed me how
ready she was, and in a very special way. She joined my in the shower.
After I got over the initial shock, I lathered her body, rubbing the soap
over her pert little tits and way down between her luscious thighs. Letting
out a soft little moan of appreciation, she spread the soapy bubbles in
dizzying circles from my stomach to my dick. At this point I knew that it was
time to turn off the shower.
We toweled off and headed for the bedroom, for what I thought would be the
usual fooling around. Was I in for a surprise! She told me how nice it was to
be away from everyone we knew. She said that she wanted to please me in any
way she could. I wondered about the promise I had made her, not to go all the
way before we were married. "Are you sure?" I asked her, only inches away from
no turning back.
She said yes, and I started my little tongue down her neck. Moving ever so
slowly in soft circles, I went down across her breasts, sucking on nipple into
my mouth, then the other, Her nipples were like hard little nuts.
Still working down, I covered her skin with the sweet wetness of my mouth,
kissing and licking the sweet flesh of her womanly body, inching my way down to
her hot folds, lapping up the juices of nature.
Trudy was coming. The waves of her orgasm rose, then subsided, and I
crawled up to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices. "Fuck me," she said.
I asked her if she was sure and she said, "Yes. I need you. Please fuck
me."
I didn't need to hear more, She wrapped her legs around me and I slid into
her slowly, inch by inch. She adapted to my size, moaning in my ear that I
felt so big, so good.
As is usual for the first time, she wasn't very pliable, so I concentrated
on getting her used to the feel of my cock, nor thrusting so much as swinging
up and down, left and right. Of course I had a strong urge to thrust, but I
set my mind on coming. Boy did I come, all over her, all over the sheets. We
rocked back and forth while I came and came.
When I woke to take my shower I looked outside. Only a velvety white cur-
tain of snow was visible. It seemed to fall in one sheet against the window.
We were in the midst of a blizzard. I woke Trudy up and told her that we
wouldn't be leaving for a few days. She smiled sleepily and said, "What are we
going to eat?" I slid beneath the covers to show her.
Mr. K.G.,
California
JUST FRIENDS
I'm 25 and happily married to a man my age. He's sexy, intelligent and the
best husband any woman could hope for. My best friend, Jason, is a co-worker,
45 years old. We have an unusually close relationship, sharing interests in mu-
sic, books and movies. We talk about everything, even out sex lives. Most peo-
ple at work think that we are having an affair. It has become a private joke
between us.
Our friendship had always been platonic, until last night. We had been out
with some of out friends from work and had all had a little too much to drink.
Jason's apartment was closest, so we left out friends and walked to his place.
My husband was out of town on business, so I decided to spend the night.
Jason fixed us a few drinks and put on some classical music. We sat on the
couch and talked. He confided that he wasn't happy with his current girl-
friend. She was a lot younger than him and he felt that she was playing
games. I told him that I wasn't having such a good time lately either.
Between my 10-hour workdays and my husband's business trips we never seemed to
find time to make love anymore.
The more we talked, the more melancholy we became. Jason got up to change
the tape and dim the lamp before sitting down next to me on the couch. The top-
ic turned to sex. I told him that a few nights back I had given my husband the
best blowjob ever. I had put on `Bolero' and `Schehezarade',
Middle-Eastern-sounding pieces, on the tape player, with my licking and sucking
coinciding with the music. The next time I looked up my husband was asleep.
Jason said that he wished he had someone like me to share his nights with.
I leaned into him, resting my head on his chest while he stroked my hair. He
told me how beautiful my hair was, how good it smelled. He chastely kissed the
top of my head.
I had never been unfaithful to my husband and never thought I would be but
I wanted Jason. He smelled so fucking good and it felt great to be held
against his athletic body. We were practically lying on the couch. I told him
how nice it felt to be close to him. I had an overpowering urge to kiss him,
but I didn't want to take the chance of its ruining out friendship. I looked
up at him and said, "Jason, would things change between us if I kissed you?"
He took my face between his hands. "No way, honey," he said, and brought
his lips to mine. Though he kissed me softly, the sheer force of my emotions
blew my mind. I had gotten more than I bargained for. All the sexual attrac-
tion I'd been suppressing all those months finally surfaced. I just couldn't
break the kiss. All sense of reality escaped me as I lost myself in the feel
of his hot mouth.
I felt Jason's fingers unbutton my blouse and his lips gently trailed kiss-
es down my neck. I threw back my head when he took my hardened nipple between
his lips and sucked it gently. He pressed my breasts together and buried his
face between the soft mounds of flesh.
The hair of his chest was soft against my fingertips. I wanted to taste
his skin. I licked and kissed his nipples and slid my hand into his jeans to
get a handful of his hard dick. He moaned and whispered, "Kim, eat me please."
I undid his jeans while he pulled my shirt off my shoulders and sat up on
the couch. I slid down to the floor between his legs. I couldn't wait to get
to his long thin cock. He leaned over and pulled my up to kiss me, but I
pulled away, eager to get my lips around his cock.
I gently licked the shaft of his penis and his moans were an incredible
turn-on. His cock was so different from my husband's thick hairy one. I slow-
ly took it into my throat. His thinness made it easy. I could feel the glans
brush against my tonsils and I squeezed the base of his cock with my lips.
The music playing was a classical piece that is the representation of a lit-
tle bird. As the violins played bird-like sounds my tongue flitted, feather-
soft, along his cock, playing along with the music. As the music grew louder
my mouth moved faster until I felt his hands at the back of my head. I loving-
ly fondled his balls and they grew tighter. I could feel his whole body tense,
then begin shaking as his come burst forth in great spurts. He cried out as I
sucked, swallowing all that I could take. I held onto his cock, licking the
last drops of come.
When I felt that I had gotten every drop, I returned to the couch and lay
down on top of him. His arms surrounded me and he buried his face in my hair.
The sun was up, but we lay still for a while before showering. I left him
to go home and change for work. We made plans to get away at lunchtime to
talk.
It had been a beautiful experience shared between close friends. We decid-
ed that it would never happen again, but of course we knew it would.
Ms. K.P.,
New York
THE CONVERSION
I was wrong, so wrong about erotic books and magazines. I always thought that
it was disgusting the way my boyfriend would drool over men's magazines. I
couldn't believe that women would expose themselves like that. Well, that was
a long time ago. Let's say I've matured. I've learned.
When I got married I never would have thought my husband would look at an
erotic magazine. I was sure that I could satisfy all of his needs. I went
along in the dark until my husband got a subscription for this 30th birthday.
"Just to keep the old home files burning." his friends had written.
Paul and I had argued and I turned away from him in bed. I didn't want him
looking at pictures of other women and comparing them to me. Perhaps I was
afraid he'd find them more appealing. We sometimes went days without having
sex, unlike previous years when we made out every chance we got.
Well, the magazines came, but no more was said. Of course I was still
miffed. Paul tried to win me over by reading articles to me to show that there
was more to the magazines than just pictures of naked women. The articles
about stereos and cars didn't do a whole lot to change my mind.
The winning hand came the day Paul brought home `Forum' and began reading
letters to me. Either I was turned on, or the room was getting unusually hot.
I wanted to rip off all my clothed and his. The words did for me what no pic-
tures could. The experiences that people wrote about had me forming pictures
of my own in my imagination and these were hotter than any I had seen in a maga-
zine. I could identify and relate to these sexual desires that the letters
spoke of.
Paul and I started a routine of reading in bed at night. I would rub my na-
ked pussy up and down his legs as I curled into him while he read. My warm wet
small trails went up and down his thigh. Depending on the articles and let-
ters, ideas would occur to me and my hand would explore with a will of its
own. Sometimes my finger would dip into my own honey pot, sometimes both hands
would find his throbbing cock.
Paul needed both hands to turn the pages and we liked to see how hot I
could get just by listening while my love-button rubbed against his leg and my
hands caressed his cock. My mouth eventually found its way to his cock as I
sucked and listened. Guess who was drooling now?
On occasion the letter seemed to fall right in line with what my hands and
mouth were doing. Soon I would be following the letter as though it were some
kind of instruction manual. I have to wonder if Paul wasn't just making it all
up to suggest what he wanted my to do next, but once I had mounted his cock
with my sucking pussy muscles I didn't care what had got us there. Of course
Paul usually had a little trouble forming his words by that time. When the
book would fall from his hands I would kiss him, unleashing my raw passion as
improvisation took precedence over the script.
We do take turns reading. I like to see how long I can last while he fucks
me with his tongue. I count my orgasms by bending the corners of the pages.
I've never gotten beyond two because I lose it if I stop reading for more than
a few seconds.
This is my thanks to you, `Forum', for changing my ignorant life into the
sexually charged one I have now. My biggest challenge now is trying to wait un-
til Paul gets home before opening each new issue. Today I just couldn't help
myself.
Ms. L.N.,
California
WILD RIDE
Something wild happened to me as I was driving north through a Southern state.
While cruising along, a small car with a sunroof pulled up beside me. The driv-
er nodded, than passed me. I thought nothing of it until a moment later when I
passed the car again. He pulled up beside me and I looked over to see a nude
woman in the passenger seat. She looked over and smiled.
As we cruised she began playing with her tits which were nice and round,
about the size of grapefruits. She picked up a vibrator about 10 inches ling
and began working it in and out between her thighs.
I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on the road but things really heat-
ed up when she half-stood on the seat and bent over to expose the vibrator en-
gulfed in her cunt. With this, she her hand around and moved the vibrator in
and out of herself several times. When she returned to her seat they sped
away.
I was in a state of desperation. That's when I passed a club advertising
exotic dancers and burlesque shows. I swung around to check out the show, hop-
ing to somehow ease my hard-on.
I watched a bit of the show that had already started. A woman named Cherri
sat at the bar and asked me if I would like to see a private show. Of course I
said yes. Off we went to a back room where Cherri began removing her clothes.
She explained that she could not allow anything to actually happen between us
because that was the law. She was there to dance for me.
I was disappointed, but sat back to watch as she gyrated her hips and shook
her big tits. She came over to me and unzipped my jeans, then sat on my lap
and worked my stiff dick into her hot box. She rode me, shaking the frame of
the chair, until a voice at the door announced that she had better get up on-
stage.
Cherri got off my lap and took my tool in her hand. She jerked me off un-
til my come sprayed against the wall. I gave her a kiss and zipped my pants.
Then I hit the road.
As I pulled onto the highway a small car with a sunroof shot by like a thun-
derbolt, I tried to catch up but it was hopeless.
If the driver of that car happens to read this letter, thanks very much for
a good time.
Mr. W.J.,
Louisiana
ONE, TWO, THREE
My husband, Ted, and I always read `Forum' because the letters are way-out. I
just turned 40 and our sex life is great. Of course we have our ways of spic-
ing it up. Ted thinks I'm oversexed but he loves it. I do like my dicking
three or four times a week, but that's just the way I am. Some of my friends
say once a week is enough for them. I would never settle for that.
I love it when Ted kisses his way down my body. My tits are very sensi-
tive, so he sucks and licks the nipples until I am squirming all over the bed.
He fingers my cunt until my juices flow, then works his mouth down to lick my
pussy Is isn't too ling before I'm moaning and humping my cunt up to kiss
tongue, having my first orgasm.
Ted is the best pussy eater. After my first orgasm he quickly brings my to
the brink of another, then backs off, licking my thighs and belly before going
back to bring me off.
After I come a second time he kneels above me so I can suck him until hi is
ready to come. When he is about to blow he gets between my legs and slides his
cock inside me. I'm so hot that I come almost immediately.
Saturday was my birthday and we went out for a fine dinner. I had just
enough wine in me to make me hot and horny. When we got home he suggested that
I try on the teddy he bought me. It was midnight blue with a lot of lace that
barely covered my boobs. The bottom was a single string from the crotch to the
crack. When I came out of the bedroom he said that I looked great. I could
see the outline of his cock in his pants, so I sat sown on his lap and started
kissing him. I could feel his cock getting harder as he carried me to the bed.
He kissed me all over as he took off the teddy. The lights were dim and I
could barely make out his outline. He got up then and said he was going to
lock the front door in case we fell asleep. I could see his shadow when he re-
turned. He started kissing me and rubbing my tits and it wasn't long before I
was moaning into his mouth. He worked his lips down to my nipples and licked
them, making me feel really good. When he moved his mouth up to my lips, there
was still a mouth sucking my tit. I couldn't believe he had actually done it.
He was giving me the trio I had asked for.
The newcomer spread my legs and began licking my pussy. Whoever it was
sure knew how to please a woman. Ted got up and a third man knelt at my head,
rubbing his cock. I was moaning, "Ahhhh, yes, I'm coming. I'm coming!" My or-
gasm seemed to last an eternity. The stranger above me couldn't wait. He shot
his love juice into my mouth.
I get very verbal when I'm hot. When the cock slid out of my mouth, I be-
gan moaning loudly. The man eating my never let up, lapping my creamy juices
and pushing his tongue into my wet pussy. Ted and the other stranger were lick-
ing my nipples and I could feel another orgasm building up. When the spasms
took over my body I could feel the muscles in my cunt contracting. "Yes, of
yes!" I moaned. "Eat me, Eat me."
I needed a cock inside me. Someone was between my legs and slipping me the
big one. He didn't last long. He was soon groaning and I could feel his load
pumping inside me. I was on the verge of coming, but it was too late. He
pulled his cock out. I voiced my disappointment, but I spoke too soon. Anoth-
er cock soon replaces the first. The stranger rubbed his cockhead up and down
my slit into me. I moaned at his thickness and spread my legs wide open.
He pushed right in until I felt his balls against my ass. I could feel his
cock inside me, swelling, rubbing against my clit on the in and outs. I came
twice with two quick and intense spasms while he fucked me. Finally I heard
him groan I felt his cock swell and shoot its load deep into me. But the
night was not over.
I must have fucked all three of them at least two times each by the end of
the evening. When we stopped I was so tired and sated that I just curled up
against the pillows and closed my eyes. I opened them at the touch of the cool
towel that Ted was wiping me down with. He held me in his arms and said,
"Happy Birthday, honey." Then he got between my legs and gently kissed my pus-
sy, licking up the stray drops of come that still ran out.
I told him that I would like to have a threesome with the stranger who had
the big cock. He said he didn't know which one it was but he would find out.
I love this man!
Ms. C.E.,
Florida
THANKS!
The June 1988 issue of `Forum' contains a passage that is so excellent that any
novel writer could be proud of it. I am referring to the letter from Mr. C.C.
of Illinois on page 90. "Her perfume traced through the hungry portion of my
brain, straight to my hormones." I and several of my friends want to thank Mr.
C.C. for writing it, and you for printing it.
Mr. S.F.,
California
HIGHER EDUCATION
I was on summer vacation after my second year in college, and working for a re-
gional retail store. During the first week of July my friend Nathan came to
visit my family and me. Nathan is the son of my parent' friends. We are the
same age and have enjoyed a close friendship through our childhood. During his
visit we became even closer.
Though I couldn't get out of my scheduled work shift, Nathan and I got to-
gether that first day in town. Mostly we just talked while we toured the cam-
pus of the school I was attending. We make plans to go out for drinks and danc-
ing the following evening after work.
I picked Nathan up after work and we went to a local honky-tonk. Several
of my friends were there and I enjoyed showing Nathan off to my girlfriends.
During the evening we danced together, and each song seemed to draw us closer.
By the end of the evening,during the last dance, we were grinding our hips to-
gether.
We drove home and I invited Nathan up to my room to continue out conversa-
tions. We took a moment to change into our nightclothes, then he joined my in
my room. My parents and younger siblings were asleep and I was tired too, but
the hunger growing between my legs was not about to let me sleep. We did talk
for a few minutes, with Nathan resting his head on my breasts. During a pause
in the conversation I felt him begin to slide his hand along the fabric of my
short robe. I was wearing nothing beneath it and, as I bent my head to kiss
him, loosened the sash and guided his hand in to touch my breasts.
We kissed and he caressed my nipples. Reaching for a fold of my robe, he
drew it aside, exposing my belly, hips and thighs and sucked gently at my nip-
ples. In time, he urged my legs apart and I opened them. He rubbed a finger
through my lips, separating them. I moaned as his finger slipped inside my hun-
gry pussy. He continues to suck my nipple as he finger-fucked me.
I was wet, and wide open, inviting the ministrations of his tongue and fin-
ger. He quickened the movements of his finger when he sensed the first wave of
orgasm that engulfed me. His thumb found my clit and massaged it as I tensed
in orgasm, undulating my hips. He drove his finger in to the hilt, amplifying
my pleasure. My tremors slackened and I lay on the bed breathing loudly while
Nathan removed his pajamas.
I pulled my robe off and we were both naked. I pulled him close, liking
the feel of his skin against mine. I took over, working kisses down his body
while my hand stroked his cock. I slipped the head into my mouth, letting it
slide in and out of my lips. I swirled my tongue about it, licking along the
underside until his whole shaft was glistening with my saliva. I sucked the
head into my mouth and held his shaft in my hand. I could feel him tense and
soon tasted the salty gush of his sperm.
I sucked him until there was nothing left. Some of his come had flowed
down to my breasts. I wiped it off and licked my fingers. Nathan laughed and
kissed my very sweetly.
I lay down with my head on his thigh and sicked his slack penis. While I
sucked him, I played with myself, spreading my legs wide so that he could watch
me. His cock grew wet beneath my finger.
I rose above Nathan, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him, and guid-
ed his thick penis into my pussy. I took him in to the hilt, settling myself
in. My breasts swayed before him as I moved my hips around. Nathan took my
nipple into his mouth and cupped the other breast in his hand.
As my hips rose and fell, his hand slip behind me until I could feel him
teasing my cunt lips with his fingers. I buried my face in his neck to stifle
the moans that could wake my parents.
I rolled off him and lay on my back as he moved between my legs. I took
his cock in my hand and rubbed the sticky head over my clitoris, getting hot.
Finally I pushed the head between my lips and he slid it in slowly, stroking
slow and easy, in and out of my wet pussy, while I came, no longer worried
about the pitch of my moans.
Nathan cried out that he was going to come. To speed him along I raised my
legs higher, widening my pussy so that he could plunge deeper into my slippery
hole. I was teasing his nipples with my fingers, figuring that if I liked it
he would too. I told him how I loved the feel of his big dick inside me.
My whispered encouragements were soon rewarded as he drove in deeper and
filled my cunt with a river of come. I arched my back as he came into me. Fi-
nally he relaxed on top of me.
We lay together, talking about new sensations that we had just experi-
enced. He stayed with me until the first light of dawn when he returned to the
guest room. We shared a secret smile over breakfast with the family. When my
mother asked him if he were enjoying his visit he said that he was very im-
pressed with the education I was getting at school. He thought that he might
transfer.
Ms. C.A.,
Virginia
NAKED DINNER
We share a passion for the color white. She opened the door of her dazzling
white coupe, her ponytail belying the sophistication of her dress, of course
white. Her white pumps made a valiant effort to make her seem less petite.
She had on white stockings too. I wondered if she had a white garter belt and
panties to match. The bodice of the dress was strapless and her breasts over-
flowed the top. I couldn't wait to take off the lace bolero jacket and run my
lips over her silky warm shoulders.
The plan had been to go out for dinner, but she snuggles into my arms, con-
veying more sensuality standing still than many women can while working up a
sweat in bed. I stroke her back, my hand down to her ass as I press my groin
into her. She suggests that we sit down.
We move to the couch and I sit down, bringing her to rest halfway on my
lap. She has just come from work. I ask her what kind of fools she works with
that let her get away from them. She suggests that not every man shares my
taste in women. I suggest that they have never tasted her. She smiles.
My hand slides from her knee to the top of the stocking, enjoying the con-
trast between her silky skin and the lacy stocking. As I expected, she is wear-
ing a garter belt but, surprise, no panties! Now I know she works with fools.
She draws her legs up and I brush her cunt lips with my fingers. She is slick
with desire.
I pull her leg higher to slip a finger into her cunt. She moans as I with-
draw the finger and slide it wetly up to her clitoris. I stroke softly and
wait for the first orgasm which is never far off. She comes and I thrust the
finger back into her flooded cunt, increasing the level of stimulation. Her
second orgasm is much stronger and she nearly falls off my lap.
She wants my shirt off and I oblige. Stroking my chest, she clasps a nip-
ple lightly between her lips. I lift her breasts out of the bodice of her
dress, holding the nipples between my finger and thumb. I twirl them and they
stiffen in response. She sucks harder as her hand finds my cock beneath my
slacks. It is time to remove them.
I stand and slowly unzip. She leans back and spreads her thighs, providing
her own stimulation as I remove my black bikinis. I watch her raise her skirt
to her waist and slide a finger over her swollen pussy lips, spreading them
wide. This looks like an invitation. She smiles as I drop to my knees and
slide my tongue into her slit. Licking her lips, I attempt to contain the
flow, but the juices gush onto my tongue. She slides her hands behind my head
and pushes her tongue into my mouth. Sliding her hands to my ass, she pulls me
closer.
Her tongue withdraws and she leans over to engulf my tingling cock. She
withdraws from this too with a quick lick to the head, and she guides me to the
couch beside her.
She straddles my lap and drops her dripping cunt over it, kissing me deep-
ly. Out tongues slide over and under within out mouths. She slides off my
cock and sinks down between my legs. She sucks the head. I slip a hand over
her cheek and a finger into her slick cunt. Spreading her juices around, I
work the finger in and out. Her sucking intensifies and we both climax.
She climbs into my lap and we exchange slow kisses. She licks my ear and
whispers that she wants to go to bed. I lift her up to carry her to the bed-
room. She sits on the bed with her legs tucked under her ass. I sit beside
her and we kiss as my hands slide down her back. She moans and says she wants
a proper massage. I suggest an improper one. She agrees.
Standing up, she removes her dress, then unhooks a stocking and slides it
down to her knee. Sensing my wishes, she turns her back and bends deeply at
the waist. In this position she takes her time unstrapping her shoes. The sec-
ond stocking goes, followed by the garter belt.
I sit on the end of the bed and take her in my arms. Our tongues engage
and I slide a finger into her slit. Wrapping a hand around my dick, she starts
stroking it, She is ready for her massage. She lies on her back and I begin
with her temples. I work my way down her face and neck, taking extra time to
work the tension out of her shoulders. Her nipples are erect. My lips assist
as my hands work into the tight muscles at her waist. I change position and de-
vote my attention to her cunt. With finger and tongue I bring her to an abrupt
climax, then roll her over onto her stomach.
I warm a small pool of oil in my hand and run it between her cheeks to her
clit. I pull her up against my body and slide my cock into her slick pussy.
My oily hands work into her shoulders while we fuck, sliding slowly up and down
her spine, rolling each vertebra. Her hips buck against my cock. I pull her
closer, tucking her legs against her stomach. She raises her hips and lowers
her head to the bed, letting my in deeper. I bury the entire length into her.
Grasping her hips, I slide out until just my head is within her, then I
plunge back in. Out slowly, in fast. She moans and rises to my thrusts. She
begins to come and cries out her approval as I shoot a spray of come to fill
her up. She thrusts back into me, squeezing the come out of my dick. We col-
lapse with pleasure.
I fetch a warm cloth and wash her sticky pussy lips and the curls of her
mound. When I return from my own ablutions I find her asleep. I cuddle close
and pull the comforter over us. We missed dinner but I couldn't care less.
She shifts in her sleep and her hand closes around my flaccid member. Awak-
ening, she says she's hungry. I hand her a t-shirt and pull on my bathrobe as
we head for the kitchen.
We eat cold chicken and grapes on the floor of the hallway. She wipes fer
face on my bathrobe, then bobs lower to suck my cock. Unfortunately it is too
soon for any response. She stands and draws me to my feet. She leans into me,
knowing that my fingers never go flaccid. I slide one into her, then slide it
out. She's so wet!
We return to the bedroom and she lies down so that I can bury my face into
her thighs, pushing my finger back into her cunt. She sucks my cock until it
begins to stiffen. I suck her off to orgasm and she suggests that we finish
off with a more traditional position. I turn around and enter her.
She wants it deep and fast. I feel my orgasm start, strangely enough, in
my toes. It travels up my legs into my groin where it branches out into little
electric pulses from my balls to my cock where I explode into her churning
flesh.
Her final orgasm of the evening over, I prepare for sleep. Over her objec-
tions I don a shirt. My shoulders get cold at night. She offers to wrap her
thighs around them to keep them warm. We compromise by leaving the buttons
open. Settling down for the night, I promise her diner out tomorrow night.
She snickers. This isn't the first time we've missed dinner. I suggest that
we meet at the restaurant next time.
Mr. S.N.,
California
REUNION
About five months ago I received a letter from a woman named Ellen who I went
through grammar school with. She was writing to invite me to our eighth grade
reunion in Philadelphia. If I were interested I was to get in touch with her
by a certain date. I decided to go and see what had become of my classmates.
I arrived a day early and took a room in the hotel that was sponsoring the
reunion. I had dinner in the restaurant, then went to the lounge for a few
drinks. It was quite crowded and many of the people had name tags on. I
walked up to two men and introduced myself. They did a double take. I had al-
ways been the runt in school and now I stand at six-feet-two and about 195
pounds. I asked where they had gotten the name tags. They told me that Ellen
was giving them out at a table in the corner. I walked over and this time I
did a double take. Ellen wasn't the girl I remembered. This woman wasn't at
all chubby. She had a body.
I walked up to the table and introduced myself. She commented on how I had
changed. "Don't go away," she said, "I'll be done here in a few minutes." She
cleaned up the table and turned to me. My cock started to attention. She had
a black minidress on that showed her every curve. She put out her hand to
shake and I placed both of mine on her shoulders. I kissed her, running my
tongue over her lips. It was a short kiss and when we broke she said, "Well, I
can see this is going to be quite a reunion.." We walked together, talking to
people and drinking a lot. It was getting late and people were leaving. I
asked Ellen up to my room for a nightcap. She said, "I thought you'd never
ask."
When I closed the door to my room Ellen put her arms around my neck. Out
lips met and our tongues entwined. My hands went to her ass and I pulled her
close, rubbing my cock into her belly. When we came up for air she excused her-
self and went to freshen up.
She closed the door and I took off my clothes, except for my bikini
briefs. I lay down on the bed. When the door opened Ellen came out in just
her bra and panties. She walked over to where I was lying and said, "You look
good enough to eat."
She lay down next to me and we started kissing. I worked the hook on her
bra so that I could get to her beautiful tits. Her hands slipped into the
waist of my briefs and she slid them down saying, "I can't wait to see your
cock." She pulled it out and held it. "Well," she said, "you're big all
over."
She slid down between my legs and began licking my shaft. Well, she was no
newcomer to sucking cock. She squeezed my off several times before letting me
come.
I pulled off her panties and began lapping her cunt. She was flowing like
a river as my tongue circled her clit. "Eat me." she moaned, pulling me closer
to her. She was coming, so I slid my tongue into her hole and sucked her juic-
es up. She pulled away and said, "Fuck me, I want to feel your big cock in-
side me." I was ready, but first I had to suck on her big tits.
Her legs were spread and my cock was lying between the puffy lips of her
cunt. She asked me to put it in but to take it slow. I grasped my cock and
rubbed the head up and down her slit until it was coated with her juices. Then
I pushed it in. She was moving her head from side to side saying, "Oh yes,
fuck me, fuck me!" Her cunt felt snug around my cock. I knew I couldn't last
long, but I wanted to hold off until she came again. After a few minutes she
said, "I'm coming! Fuck me!" I couldn't hold back. I pushed my cock into her
all the way and pumped my come into her.
We were both spent, so I rolled on my side with my cock still inside her
and we fell asleep.
She woke first about five o'clock and said that she should be going. On
her way out she asked me if I remembered a girl named Julie who had wanted to
be a nun. I said that I did. She told me not to be surprised when I meet her.
That night at dinner I was seated at the same table as Julie. She had al-
ways been a nice-looking girl and she hadn't changed much. She was still pe-
tite and blonde. I danced with her a few times. She told me that she had
heard some nice things about me from Ellen. I didn't know how she meant this,
so I just nodded. It was getting late and most of the people were leaving.
Julie and Ellen were sitting at the table with me. Julie suggested that we all
go to my room for a nightcap.
When we got to the room I made us all a drink. Julie excused herself and
went to the bathroom. Ellen went with her. While they were gone I took off
all my clothes and lay back on the bed.
When the two of them came out they were naked too and giggling. Julie took
one look at my cock and said, "God, you weren't kidding."
Ellen started kissing me and Julie went for my cock. I asked Ellen to lean
above me so that I could eat her pussy. I told myself that this was a dream
come true. I had always wanted two women at the same time. Ellen's cunt was
really flowing and she was moaning. Julie stopped sucking and sat on my cock.
The women were facing each other and my cock was sliding into Julie's wet
hole. She took it all the way in and reached for Ellen's tits. Ellen came and
the juices flowed right into my mouth. I couldn't wait. I shot my load into
Julie just as she started moaning, "I'm coming. God! I'm coming!"
The two women lay back on the bed and I got up to make some drinks. I
watched them on the bed where they kissed and played with each other. I sat
down in a chair and watched them get into a 69. Ellen was on top, getting real-
ly into it.
I finished up my drink and went around to stand directly behind Ellen.
Julie grabbed my cock and placed it at Ellen's entrance. I pushed it in.
Julie slid beneath us and began licking my balls while I fucked Ellen. Every
once in a while I withdrew my cock and Julie sucked it clean. Finally Ellen
was coming, her cunt muscles milking my cock. Julie was still sucking my
balls. She pulled my cock out of Ellen just as my load let go. She took some
of my come, but most of it spattered all over Ellen's tits.
Both women stayed over and we all slept until 11. We ordered from room ser-
vice and played around in the room until late that evening. They both had to
leave that night. I invited them to come and visit me in Florida anytime they
wanted.
Mr. M.M.,
Florida.
COCKY
I've been straight most of my life but have had one bisexual encounter. My
friend Todd and I had always been close friends. We enjoyed camping, sports
and dating together while we were growing up. One day not too long ago we were
playing tennis. Todd was playing better than usual. He was bragging that for
once he was going to win. I told him that the day I lost to him was the day
I'd suck his dick.
To make a long story short, I was losing. Todd kept saying how good his
blowjob was going to feel while he hit the ball across the net. When the game
had ended we walked to his car in the parking lot. I offered to but him a beer
since I lost. He said, "No, I want my blowjob." We both laughed.
When we got back to my house I flipped on the football game and asked him
if he wanted a beer. Again he said, "I'll drink my beer after my blowjob." I
decided to call his bluff, knowing that he would eventually have to give up.
"Well," I said, "a bet is a bet. If you're serious, go on up to my bedroom
and I'll suck you off. I wouldn't want to go back on a bet." With that I
started walking up the stairs. Before we knew it we were in my bedroom. I
turned to Todd and said, "Well, drop your pants." He smiled and pulled down
his pants and lay back on the bed. To buy time and make it seem official, I
made him promise never to tell anyone. I grasped his dick and lowered my head
to suck him, thinking to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this." At that
point I realized that I wanted to do it. I really wanted to suck his dick.
I told him that I didn't trust him not to tell anyone. He promised that he
wouldn't. He said that he had always wondered what it would be like to give a
man a blowjob. I told him that I thought his cock looked really good. Todd
said that he had to leave pretty soon, but if I wanted to have the experience
he would suck me off first.
I took off my clothes and lay on the bed. I was as excited as I had ever
been with a woman. Todd took off his shirt and joined me on the bed. He went
right down on me, licking my cock. He stopped and said that I should tell him
when I was ready to come because he didn't think he wanted to swallow it.
He gave me the best blowjob I'd ever had. I felt that familiar tingling in
my balls and told Todd that I thought I was going to come, but he kept on suck-
ing. I couldn't wait any longer and called out again that I was going to
come. He just moaned and when I came in his mouth he kept licking and sucking
me, semen dripping down his chin.
When I recovered I asked him how he'd liked it. He grabbed his own dick
and said, "You're about to find our." He moved above me on the bed and put his
cock in front of my face. It was beautiful. I had never wanted to suck a dick
more in my life. I gave it a few tentative licks and the next thing I knew I
was sucking him all the way back into my throat and enjoying it. His cock was
sliding in and out of my mouth and he was getting close to coming. I could
feel his cock swelling, so I sucked and licked faster. He filled my mouth with
his semen and I swallowed every drop.
So, that's the story of how I sucked my first dick. We sucked each other
off many times after that. Now we've gone our separate ways, but if he ever
wants his cock sucked again he knows who to call. I still crave the taste of
his cock.
Mr. F.N.,
Maryland.
HOME-COMING
Letter from my darling wife: What I'd really like to do right now is unbutton
those tight jeans of yours and run my soft warm hand down your belly and hold
that luscious cock. I'd stroke it and squeeze gently, feeling it grow larger
and larger within my palm.
I'd slide my other hand inside and around to your tight buns. I'd grab a
handful and squeeze. This would get you so hot that the jeans would just have
to come off. I'd kneel beside you and take your cock inside my warm mouth,
licking you up and down and getting you all wet. I'd take the head deep into
my throat and suck out your juices while my hand pumped at the shaft. In my
other hand I'd squeeze your balls.
Little flicks of my tongue against the head of your cock would bring your
hips thrust toward me for more, giving me even more of you cock. I'd take all
I could, then pull it slowly out in one long suck.
My panties would be soaked by now and my nipples all hard, wanting to be
sucked. I would stand up and slip my pants off, then unbutton my blouse. You
would reach inside my open shirt and find my braless titties just waiting for
your touch. Your lips take one nipple in a warm kiss-suck. My hands reach for
your hard-on and I stroke you firmly, feeling your balls tighten with excite-
ment as I tease them with my fingers.
We'd head for the shower for some fun. You'd turn on the water and throw
back the curtain so that I could sit on the edge while you stand facing me. Wa-
ter would spray all over the place. My nipples, a bit cold, stand out. You
take one in each hand and rub as my chest heaves in and out for more. My mouth
opens and I reach for your erect cock. I suck it into my mouth, then deeper
into my throat.
My pussy aches for your big throbbing prick. The water makes us all slip-
pery. We trade places -- you sit on the edge of the tub while I stand in front
of you. I turn around and spread my legs to give you the bird's-eye view of my
pussy. You slide a finger inside it, spreading my lips and tracing a slippery
line from my cunt through my lips to my clit. You gently caress it, making me
moan with pleasure. You lips find my cunt and softly kiss my lips, your tongue
probing into my slippery goodness. You circle around, lapping my juices.
I reach between my legs and back toward you to get to your cock. I sit
down slowly, guiding your cock to the entrance of my cunt. I massage the head
into my soft folds, running it up to my clit. Suddenly I bear down, bringing
you deep, deep into me. Your cock, surrounded by tight slippery warmth, begins
to throb. I slide up and down your shaft in long, slow strokes. I stop and
stand to face you, bending down to lick your cock.
I stand and pull you up, then I lean forward, bracing myself against the
wall of the shower with my hands. I bend forward and spread my legs. I want
you to fuck me doggy-style. You grab my hips and thrust your cock deep into
me, reaching around to find my clit, bigger than ever. You rub it fast in tiny
circular motions while your cock plunges in and out of my cunt. My moans get
louder and my clit is frenzied beneath your fingers. You cock spurts forth in-
side me.
Totally drained, we drop to the half-filled tub and let the water splash
over us from the shower. We rest a while and wash off, then off to bed we go.
Just wait until you get home!
Mr. L.O.,
California
FIRST TIME
Several months ago I had an experience you may enjoy hearing about. It all be-
gan with an ad I placed in out local gay/lesbian newsletter, telling of my wish
to meet a woman for a first-time experience. The response was encouraging. I
received a lot of letters, some were a distasteful string of four-letter words
promising thing that sounded physically impossible. Other letters were melodra-
matic. Some were boring. Then there was Valerie's.
Her handwriting was beautiful. I study handwriting analysis, partly for
fun. Hers spoke of a woman of warmth and serenity with a love for adventure.
The picture she sent showed a woman with waist-length black hair and seductive
eyes. She had long legs. It was her smile that caught my attention. She was
friendly and sexy at the same time. I could imagine her soft lips surrounding
my clitoris.
Desire battled with inhibitions for a week until desire won out. I called
her. We planned our first date for the following Saturday. My husband would
be out of town fishing.
When I awoke Saturday morning I was as excited at a kid at Christmas. I
spent all day preening. I shaved every hair from my armpits to my toes. I
even shaved my pussy. I was so turned on that I massaged the smooth bare skin
until I came. My husband always tell me I have the sweetest pussy he's ever
tasted. I hoped Valerie would think so.
I had make reservations at my favorite French restaurant Valerie was even
more beautiful in person than she appeared in her picture. She was tall and
slim and incredibly sexy. Over dinner we found that we had much in common. We
flirted shamelessly over our food. I couldn't wait until dinner was over.
I followed her to her home and was pleased at her chic condo. I had been
fantasizing all the way there, but when I stepped through her front door I was
suddenly tense. She sensed it and asked if I were nervous. She poured us each
a brandy and led me to the bedroom.
The room was huge. A four-poster bed took up a lot of room. It had lace
curtains on all sides. The whole atmosphere -- bed, soft light, incense -- was
so seductive. She pulled aside a curtain and lay down on the bed, patting the
mattress for me to join her. For a while we just talked and sipped our bran-
dies. She suggested a massage. I caught the sight of our bodies in the mirror
as I undressed. We looked beautiful.
With warm and gentle hands she coaxed away my nervousness and replaced it
with desire. She kneaded my buttocks and inner thighs and stroked the curves
of my breasts. I felt her skin against mine. The flesh of her body rubbed
against me until I could feel a trickle of my come spread across my inner
thighs.
She kissed me for the first time, a hot, brandy kiss. I sucked hungrily at
her lips. Slowly she made her way to my bald pussy where she kissed and pulled
at my lips. Her tongue flicked over my clit, softly, intently. She slid her
tongue over my clit until my hips arched and the spine-tingling force of my or-
gasm swept over me. Then I felt her lapping up my come, sliding her tongue
into my snatch for every drop. She was moaning. She liked what she was tast-
ing.
When she had licked the come from my thighs and traced a line with her
tongue back to my mouth, she kissed me again. Her tongue was thick and it lin-
gered against mine. "This is what you taste like," she said. "Like a jar of
fine preserves." I laughed. "Would you like to taste me?" she asked, and
guided my hand between her legs. She was dripping wet. My body tingled as I
thought of what I was doing, tonguing her soft wet flesh.
The first taste of pussy was delectable. I wanted to please her as much as
she had me. I found, as my tongue slid over the hard round knob of her clit,
that giving her pleasure came as naturally as it had with any man, I licked
and sucked and kissed until I felt her skin quiver and tighten. Her hips
arched, bring her crotch against my face. I slid my tongue into her pulsating
hole and felt her foamy come envelop it.
We spent to night and much of the sawn tasting each other's bodies. She
brought out a dildo and we used it, fucking each other until we were exhausted
and sleepy.
Over coffee the next morning, on her sun-drenched veranda, I asked her if
she'd ever tried a threesome with a man, "No," she said, "but there's always a
first time for everything!"
I hope I make her first time as unforgettable as she made mine.
Ms. B.D.,
Florida
A WARM WELCOME
I guess I've known Jackie for four years but until recently I hadn't felt any
sexual desire for her. We'd gone to the same high school and church and had
been good friends. While driving home on military leave recently, my mind be-
gan to recall conversations I'd had with her on the phone. She joked about my
being hard up. She said she knew what happened to men in the military. We
laughed about it, then let it go. It was a long drive from Philadelphia to
Georgia so I had plenty of time to think about Jackie in great detail. I sud-
denly realized that I wanted her so badly I could almost taste her. I pressed
sown on the gas a little harder. Another few hours of driving and I had gained
come control back. I put sex out of my mind.
I arrived at my parents' house around seven that morning and found that
they were both out earning a living. I slept almost immediately and woke about
five hours later to the sound of the phone ringing. I answered in a somewhat
sedated state, but snapped out of it when I heard Jackie's sweet voice over the
line.
We chatted, some meaningless bullshit about my trip. She said she was anx-
ious to see me. I told her that I wanted to clean up and shower and would call
her as soon as I was done.
I took my shower and was drying off when there was a knock at the door.
Figuring it was one of my friends, I wrapped a towel around my waist and an-
swered the door. I opened it to find Jackie standing before me. She looked
beautiful. She came forward with her arms outstretched to hug me. I was so ex-
cited that I let go of my towel and it fell to the floor. I reached down to re-
trieve it and caught her eye as she dropped to her knees.
She took my penis into her hands and stroked it. I kissed her. What else
was I supposed to do. She let go and we stood up. I led her to my bedroom and
kissed her again. We sort of fell onto the bed, still kissing. She moved on
top of me, brushing her stomach against my naked cock to send ripples of de-
light through my body.
I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand down to her crotch. I could feel
the dampness seeping into her underwear. I slid her jeans and panties down her
legs and kicked them off. She mounted me and rubbed her pussy up and down my
stomach. It was all I could take. I slid my hands up into her t-shirt and
around to unclasp her bra. She pulled them both over her head and looked down
at me over her pert breasts. Her breasts moved toward me and I took one in my
mouth, rotating my tongue in circles around her hard nipple. She arched mer
back.
I explored her body with my tongue, down to her navel and to her glistening
mound between her thighs. My nostrils were full of her smell. I opened her
lips and swirled my tongue over her clit. She gasped and moaned, "Oh please
fuck me. I know you want to. Do it! Fuck me!"
I rolled over to mount her and slid my member into her. I moved back and
forth inside her before beginning to thrust. She clutched at my ass as I
humped her, rocking with her to and fro. I had waited long enough. I released
my load with a final thrust, filling her with my love fluid.
Our bodies were both trembling and I realized that the bed was hitting the
wall, must have been ding so for some time. The crazy thinking stopped and we
both burst out laughing at the racket we must have been making. I couldn't be-
lieve that I was lying in the same bed, where I dreamed of having sex for so
long, with my legs entwined with Jackie's. I stared at the ceiling in disbe-
lief.
Mr. J.S.,
Georgia
PERSONALS
Arriving on time at 10, I pressed the doorbell. I didn't hear anything, so I
knocked as well. Christine opened the door and introduced herself. She was
pretty but on the heavy side. I'd say she was about 200 pounds. She invited
me in and asked what I'd like to drink.
When she brought me my drink she put her hand on my leg and began stroking
softly. She told me that she had kissed a woman before but had never explored
further. I told her that my preference is men, but I considered myself bisexu-
al, as I could get off with the right woman too.
A few drinks later we went into the bedroom and remover our clothes. We
got into the king-sized bed. Chris said she was interested in exploring me and
asked me to lie back and relax. I began to enjoy the soothing effect of her
hands as they moved over my body. She stroked my breasts with her tongue, then
worked her way down to my pussy which was, by then, thoroughly drenched.
After some licking, she placed a finger in me. She rubbed a nipple in her
other hand before sliding it down to spread my pussy lips apart. She pushed
her tongue into me, exploring.
I was getting hot. I felt her tongue inside my pussy and took her head in
my hands. Within a few minutes we were rolling over so that I could kneel
above her. My first orgasm covered her face with juice. She stopped long
enough for me to catch my breath. We lay facing each other.
Moments later I was on my back. Chris crouched above me and slid her pussy
over my lips. I slid my tongue in and got to work on her clit. Seconds later
she was coming. She was very sensitive. She got up and excused herself, re-
turning moments later with a flashlight and a notebook.
I watched in amazement as she crawled between my legs and explored some
very personal places. I watched the flash of light between my legs. I raised
my head and discovered Chris closely inspecting me with the flashlight, then
writing something on the pad of paper. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Suddenly I started giggling and was soon totally out of control, unable to stop
laughing.
When I could finally speak I asked her what the hell she was doing. She
told me that it was her first, perhaps only encounter with a woman, She was re-
ally inspecting me up close. She wanted to remember everything. She showed me
the drawing of my pussy. It looked like a page from a biology text, complete
with the proper names for everything.
I stopped laughing and sat back with my legs spread so that she could in-
spect me in full light. She said that she was about done with the drawing, but
if I didn't mind she would like to take some pictures. I got the giggles
again, but soon we were taking pictures of each other's pussies as if it were
something we did every day.
When Chris was satisfied that she hadn't missed anything we had another
drink. I gave her my address and she promised to mail me a set of prints. The
photos arrived today and I'm fascinated. I had no idea I looked like that down
there. Three cheers for the personals for some really strange and exciting
friendships.
Ms. M.K.,
California
VARIOUS SHAPES AND SIZES
I'm 24, single, black, overweight and crazy as hell about sex. Believe me I
get my share of it. I know guys who are always laughing and cracking jokes
about us big women, but the older I get the more I realize that this is a sort
of defense mechanism. These guys are afraid of being teased for wanting to be
with us. I hope all heavy-set women will take note and not take it so personal-
ly. Separate the idiots from the worrywarts.
There is no way a small woman can give the same exciting curves and bumps
that we big women can. Grind into Twiggy and these guys are likely to bruise
their dicks. We larger women provide cushioned flesh.
As long as I'm tearing down stereotypes I may as well say a word or two for
older men. Ed was the oldest man I went out with. He was 69. We had lived in
the same apartment building for some time and I noticed him sneaking a peek at
me from time to time, so I decided to give him something to peek at.
It was a hot day, so I left the door ajar but on its chain. The breeze
felt good, so I spread a blanket on the floor and stretched out in my sundress
with no undies on. I napped like this every day for a week or so. Finally I
went over to his place one day to ask him for some help with a leaky faucet.
When he saw me at the door he had the biggest grin on his face.
He came over and fixed the sink, with a hard-on I couldn't believe. It
took a while for me to break through his shyness, but I just had to have that
meat. I thought I would show this man a few things about big women. I had my
nose up in the air, thinking I would open his eyes to a thing or two, bit I was
the one who was turned around.
Ed was really into pussy. For a whole week he did nothing but eat me out.
Sometimes he'd gently poke a finger into my pussy. My birthday came that week-
end and we spent the early part of the evening at a restaurant, returning a lit-
tle loose from all the drinking.
When I had changed into a nightie, I found Ed lying on the bed. He asked
me to get on my hands and knees above him and he proceeded to eat me out. This
time he licked from pussy to clit to pussy to clit, just driving me wild. Then
he stayed at my clit for a while and I was really out of it. It was such a
weird feeling that it took me several seconds to realize that I was coming, but
Ed wasn't through yet. I was finally going to get my fill of his meat.
I was still on all fours on the bed. Ed slid out from beneath me and got
right behind me. He rubbed my spine and kissed my neck while he eased in. His
dick was long and thick and Ed suggested that I do all the moving at first so
that I could adjust to his size. As I moved back and forth on his beautiful,
luscious dick I felt the orgasm building from deep within me. I could just
barely hear Ed whispering, "I can wait for a lifetime, sweets. Just enjoy, en-
joy!"
I continued humping while he talked. My orgasm was slow in rising. When I
could no longer control the pumping, Ed took over and varied his angles. He
went straight in and out, then he whirled around and around, then he rose up a
bit to angle down. I was gasping with pleasure. He lowered a little to angle
up and I raised my hips to let him in. He was singing "Happy Birthday" now, to
beat the band! I couldn't believe it. This guy was something else. We both
came and fell to the bed, snuggling up. Ed asked me if I had enjoyed my birth-
day present and I said that I had enjoyed it so much that I wanted to spend the
rest of the night enjoying it. Ed said, "Well, it's your birthday, baby, but
how about a little rest!"
Ms. W.N.,
Michigan
CARD SPARKS
My wife, Carol, and I have been married for seven years and both love to read
`Forum'. We live in a large condo complex and are pals with many of our neigh-
bors. Two of our best friends are Ken and Jill. Many times my wife has won-
dered out loud, "I wonder how Ken is in bed."
Carol is pretty horny and I know that many times I just can't keep up with
her. So when she wonders how Ken is, I remind myself of the times that I've
seen him in the locker room of the racquetball club, when his whacker soft was
bigger than any I'd seen hard, and say, "I don't think you could handle him."
I know this just makes her more interested.
The four of us get together for dinner on Friday nights and usually end up
playing cards at out place. Last weekend Jill said she was feeling bad, so she
went home, asking Ken not to wake her when he came in. We went on playing
three-handed until I got a call from work. The computer was down and I had to
go in. I asked them to try out a few things first. The guy came back on the
line and said that it was back up, but I had a brilliant idea. I decided to
leave Ken and Carol alone and see what happened.
I got off the phone and said that I had to go into work, but would be right
back if they wanted to play a few hands without me. Ken said he'd stay until
11.
We live on the first floor with a privacy fence on three sides, so it was
easy for me to drive the car into the next condo park and walk back. I didn't
make a sound getting back into the yard. The sliding doors and windows were
opened, so I had no trouble hearing and seeing what was going on. Ken was mak-
ing some drinks at the bar in the living room and I watched Carol stand and
quickly remove her panties from beneath her skirt. I nearly laughed out loud
when she put them in the cookie jar. Ken came back and asked her if she wanted
to wait for me in the den.
I walked to the side door where I could see them sit down on the couch.
Ken asked if she thought I'd be home soon and she said that I'm usually gone
for a few hours. Ken put his arm around Carol's shoulder and she turned toward
him to kiss. I watched Ken slide his hand into her top to fondle her tits.
Carol's hand went for his crotch and from where I was standing I could see him
get hard. Without saying anything they both stood up and started taking off
their clothes. Carol stood there naked, letting him get a good look at her.
Ken's back was to me when he slipped off his Jockeys, but I heard Carol gasp
and giggle.
Ken sat on the couch and Carol knelt between his legs, wrapping both hands
around his cock. She licked up and down his shaft, then took the head into her
mouth. Her hand was pumping his balls and I could see saliva running down his
cock. He was moaning and telling her how good she was. Finally he said, "No
more! I'm going to come!"
He asked Carol to lie down on the couch so that he could see her pussy.
She had a leg on the back of the couch and one on the floor. I could see her
swollen cunt lips. Her pussy was wide open, all pink and wet. Ken wasted no
time in getting down on her. I could hear him lick and suck at her hole. One
hand was up massaging her tits and the other one was doing something down at
her pussy. Carol was moaning and telling him how good he was.
Her legs started to quiver and she grasped Ken's head, moaning, "I'm com-
ing! I'm coming!" Her body arched off the couch while she fucked Ken's
mouth. She finally relaxed. Ken came up for air and said, "God, baby, you
taste so good I could eat you all night."
"I want to feel your cock inside me before you leave," she told him. Ken
stood up and I could see right into Carol's hole. The juices were all over her
legs and ass. Precome was dripping from Ken's cock. I wished that they would
get on with it.
Ken knelt between her legs and rubbed the head up and down her slit, making
the juices come out even more. She was moaning, "Put it in! Put it in!" He
placed the head at her hole and flexed his hips, pushing about half the length
of his cock inside her. Carol just moaned. He fucked her slow, getting more
and more of his cock into her with each thrust.
I had my own dick out and was jerking off while I watched Ken fill my wife
up. I didn't think that Carol could take it all, but I was wrong. He plunged
all the way in and his balls were slapping her ass. She was coming. She
wrapped her legs around his ass and humped her cunt up at his cock. They were
moaning and grunting. I could see bubbles of come running out her cunt hole
and down the crack of her ass. When he pulled out more come flowed out of
her. He left her and walked over to the bar for some cocktail napkins to clean
her up. The guy was still hard!
He didn't dress but sat down next to her. "God," said Carol, "don't you
ever her soft?" He laughed and said that he had waited a long time to fuck her
and as long as she was sitting next to him with her legs spread like that he'd
be hard for hours.
Carol slid off the couch and locked her lips around his cock. He reached
his hands down to squeeze and rub her nipples. Soon he was lifting her up to
sit on junior. He lay back against the couch while she squatted over his
cock. I could see her hand bring his cock to her dripping hole. I watched
each inch slip into her and she started fucking nice and slow. Every time she
lifted her hips I got a great view of her pink lips clinging to his tool. She
leaned over him and stuck her nipple in his mouth.
I was so hot that I was hard again. I had my cock in my hands and was jerk-
ing it off while I watched my wife ride him. She was moaning and grunting.
Ken said, "Squeeze it, honey. I'm getting ready to shoot my load!" Then Carol
was shouting, "Yes, of yes! Come inside me!" She fell forward and his big
dick slid out of her, come gushing all over the coffee table.
I gave them enough time to clean up and get back to the kitchen with the
cards. Ken asked her if she was going to tell me what had happened. Carol
said that she probably would, come day. She wondered aloud if I would go for a
threesome. At that point I went for my car.
I was sure to make a lot of noise returning. When I found them in the
kitchen I said I was sorry it had taken me so long. I told Ken that he looked
bushed and maybe we should call it a night. Then I went to bed and fucked my
wife.
Mr. C.K.,
Florida
SHOW TIME
Almost every evening I watch "Hollywood Squares". It just fascinates me no end
to imagine myself up there in that box. Someone could be fondling my lower
half on national television and no one would know about it. Of course I would
have to control my facial expressions while in the throes, but that's what
makes my fantasy so challenging.
I imagine that I'm a contestant seated in the highest square to the far
left. There is a special cast that evening consisting of movie stars and ca-
reer women. Hey, it's my fantasy, I can do whatever I want. I pretend to be
seated next to my fantasy man, Avery Brooks, who plays the right-hand man on
"Spencer for Hire".
Of course we start with some innocent flirting and hand holding. I'm wear-
ing one of those leather getups from North Beach Leather, consisting of a pur-
ple bandeau top and a matching miniskirt. I try not to show my surprise when I
feel his hand on my thigh. I look at him from the corner of my eye, but I
don't stop him.
He gets bolder and soon I feel his hand slipping beneath my skirt and his
middle finger sliding into my wanton pussy. Loving his digital caress, and be-
ing the mature woman that I am, I return his caress with the warm pressure of
my hand on his bulging crotch.
We take a commercial break and he slips down in his seat and over to my
square. He is raining kisses on my legs as he kneels between my thighs. He
pulls me down to the floor and frees his penis from his pants. I reseat myself
while his hand crawls beneath my skirt, tugging my panties off, I is licking
my slippery pussy, holding my legs over his shoulders.
There he is, down on my moistly lubricated pussy, peeling the soft
hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs so that he can lick wetly down the en-
tire length of my pussy. He flicks the tip of his tongue hotly over my bead-
like clitoris, breathing in the pungent odor of my juices which are flowing
abundantly.
I slide down in my chair, bringing my sweet pussy closer to his tongue. He
slides it into my pulsing vagina, tongue-fucking me slowly at first, then fast-
er, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I am literally on the edge of my seat and he presses the swollen head of
his dick into me. I spread me legs wider and my forehead presses into his
chest.
He grasps my swaying breasts while his flexed buttocks keep thrusting. He
arches his back, letting out a loud groan, and collapses onto my lap just as
the show returns to the air. I can feel his come ooze between my toes.
Ms. W.M.,
California
THE MASSAGE IS THE MESSAGE
My boyfriend and I enjoy sex, but lately we had been to busy that we hadn't
made love in three weeks. I don't mind being his best friend, but I want him
to see me as a seductive woman as well.
I wanted to do something to open his eyes, but I didn't have any fresh
ideas, so I went to the liquor store and picked up a copy of Forum. The arti-
cle entitled "The Orgasmic Massage" was just the thing I was looking for. He
was due home any moment, so I quickly changed into some panties and a tank top.
Joel came in just in time as I finished changing.
"Hi," he greeted me, looking mildly surprised at my outfit. I usually kept
my clothes on until we went to bed at night. He followed me to the kitchen and
sat sown at the counter.
"I've been reading Forum," I informed him. "I was hoping for a man's opin-
ion."
"Really?"
"Yes." I tried to be serious; Joel is quiet the refined type and so am I,
usually. He wasn't used to my reading anything racier than Newsweek. Again he
glanced at my outfit, with my nipples showing plainly through the thin cotton.
"I read an interesting article about a massage for men and I want to know
if it is something you would like."
"Okay." He couldn't hide his stunned look. I didn't elaborate, but kept
him hanging until after dinner. I handed him the magazine opened to the arti-
cle on massage.
As he read silently, I loosened his clothing and slipped his pants down to
his ankles. He started to finger himself, but I insisted on taking over. I
touched him just the way the article suggested, first one hand running from the
tip to the root, then from the root to the tip, 10 times each and alternating
hands with every stroke.
"Just a minute," I said, and ran to the kitchen for some oil. He stayed
put on the couch. Olive oil was handiest. I hoped the odor wouldn't turn him
off.
"Here," I said on returning, and poured the oil over the tip of his penis.
I stroked the lubricant into his skin, over and over again, switching hands
with every single stroke, from tip to base, rhythmically. Evidently my motions
suited him. He lay back on the sofa, with his arms above his head, leaving him-
self totally vulnerable to my touch.
His eyes were rolling back and he was oblivious to the open curtains in the
living room. His absorption aroused me too.
When his excitement mounted almost to pain, he reached out for me.
"Sit on me," he commanded with heavy breath.
"Not yet, Joel."
"Please, I can't bear anymore, really. I need you. I need you now."
He pulled me forward gently, but firmly. He raised my hips into the air
and lowered me onto his stiff rod. I was too excited to breathe at first, but
I soon got into the rhythm that I had begun for him. He thrust upward within
me, again and again, looking at me with a half smile as his penis seemed to en-
large within me. I felt his pleasure and my own. He wanted all of me as I de-
sired him. We were a perfect fit, in body and spirit. We melted, the stiff-
ened as the moisture seemed to flow from one to the other.
"Do you like me just as a woman?" I asked.
"Indeed I do."
Ms. C.K.,
California
GETTING INTO THE SWING
I had recently moved to a new apartment as a result of my separation from my
wife of five years. The single couple next door had become very good friends
of mine in the short month that I had been living there. They were both 19 and
I was 28. Though the age difference was fairly large, we were all extremely
compatible. We would get together each evening for drinks at the pool. I
hadn't had sex in nearly two months and the sight of Stacy's five-feet-seven,
hard, slender frame had been eating at me from the first day.
Stacy and Stan seemed devoted to each other, so I accepted the only sexual
pleasure to be found here -- stealing glances at Stacy's small firm tits with
their protruding nipples, or her round ass. The satisfaction in this died rath-
er quickly, so I invented ways to copping small feels of her as opportunities
arose.
I always suggested a variety of contact games to play in the pool. I volun-
teered to smooth the suntan lotion on her creamy skin. Each passing day drew
us closer. She took me up on the offer to use my washer and dryer, showing up
in the tiniest bikini. She would wash my dishes to repay the favor. She
looked great bent over, loading the washing machine. I watched as she washed
my dishes, arms buried in a mountain of suds. I knew that she was aware I was
watching. She had to know that I was fantasizing about her while she strutted
about my kitchen, unconsciously seductive.
By the time she finished the laundry my cock would be swollen and aching
for her steamy hot sex. I was obsessed with my fantasy about her. I managed
to turn our nightly conversation over drinks to my unwanted situation of celiba-
cy.
One evening, much to my disbelief, my dream was realized. I heard their
hushed whispers when I left the room and returned to find Stan smiling rather
nervously. I sensed the uneasiness in the room and attempted to excuse myself,
figuring that they wanted to be alone. As I got up from the couch Stan blurted
out, "How about a threesome?"
I tried not to show my surprise and, assuming that he was kidding, I joking-
ly replied, "Sure. Why not?"
The two of them stood up and started for the bedroom. Somewhat shaken, I
followed them. Suddenly Stan stopped and turned to me, saying, "Hey, why don't
we start by watching an X-rated movie?" I was more that receptive to the idea
as it would give me time to recover from my stunned disbelief
We sat quietly watching some very heated fucking. My mind was racing. I
still wondered if they weren't playing some kind of joke. The credits were on
the screen before I knew it and Stan suggested that we go to their place.
We were all quiet on the way over, but once behind the door, they started
undressing. They were both naked and on the bed in a flash.
I felt sort of numb as I watched them embrace. Stan went down on her wet
box, licking as she moved her hips. I thought that I must be dreaming. Stacy
turned to me and smiled in an innocent invitation. She held out a hand, draw-
ing me to her. I watched her take over, releasing my cock from my tight
jeans. She caressed my huge rod in the hands.
Scanning her gorgeous body, I saw that Stan was giving her pink cunt a real
going-over. His tongue was racing up and down, deep in the slit. He darted it
from side to side and flickered it up her clit while plunging three fingers in
and out of her pussy lips.
My attention was diverted when I felt Stacy's lips on my dick. She tugged
lightly at my balls, then I felt her slender finger probe my anus.
Stan mounted her, pulling her legs up on his shoulders to slam his meat
deep inside her. I slipped my hand beneath her an massaged her tight little
butthole, slippery wet from the drippings of her love-box. First one, then two
of my fingers were drawn into her anus. She same almost immediately, shivering
from head to toe. Her mouth, asshole and vagina clamped sown, having an immedi-
ate affect on Stan and me. My orgasm was overwhelming, like a surge of
electricity traveling from her mouth through my body.
After a breather Stacy rolled over on her stomach. She asked me if I en-
joyed probing her ass and, without waiting for an answer, asked me to fuck her
in the ass while she sucked Stan's cock.
I had only dreamed of the pleasure of packing a little fudge. I felt
flushed all over. Her little hole was still wet with her pussy juices and I
couldn't resist the opportunity to rim her beautiful pursed brown hole with my
tongue, adding a little lubrication of my own. The heady aroma added to the
thrill of performing such oral stimulation and brought life to my softened
love-muscle.
She rose to her knees and brought her breasts to the bed, making access to
her vagina easy, I gave her pussy a good eating out before I mounted her. Her
buns were firm, pressing around my dick as I paused on entering her ass.
"Yes, yes!" she cried and pushed back against me. Her hole opened slowly,
accepting my probing cock. I managed to hold back as her sphincter muscles ac-
commodated me. The feel of those muscles tightening around my cock was unlike
anything I had ever felt before. I erupted like a volcano, spewing my jism
deep into her bowel.
My tool shrank and slipped out of her as she was finishing Stan off. He
pulled out of her mouth and shot surge after surge of his come on the bed and
her tits. Stacy used her finger to gather up the come and bring it to her
mouth.
While they rested I gathered my clothes and dressed. I thanked them both,
then left for some much needed sleep. I had the feeling that they could go on
all night and I was frankly just not up to it. I also had no idea what to say
to them.
The following night Stan came to my door and invited me over for a drink.
"We can watch another movie," he suggested. This time, with more confidence, I
replied, "Sure. Why not?" I shouldn't have worried. Nothing had changed be-
tween us.
Mr. E.N.,
Kansas
TANNING IN TEXAS
I am a female fashion photographer in Houston, Texas, so I travel quite a lot.
My secret interest in spanking is always sparked when I see the good-looking
men at airports when I'm on assignment.
I was in Dallas attending a convention on advertising and met a nice, but
rather mysterious man. He and I had a drink together during a break. Of
course we talked more about sex than we did about business, arguing at length
on relationships between men and women. When Tom indicated that he was a lit-
tle kinky in some ways, I figured we were on to something and I questioned him.
It turned out that he was into spanking and all of its related fun things. I
opened up to him and admitted that it was my secret fantasy too.
One thing led to another and we soon agreed that we wanted to entertain
each other. He said, "I'm not really interested in sex, just spanking." I was
clear to me what he was after. I was charged.
He took my to his house in the suburbs and we shared a bottle of wine. Tom
excused himself to change clothes and came back wearing only a pair of tiny
shorts. In his arms were some black latex things that he wanted me to wear. I
went to the bedroom and put them on. The body suit fit perfectly, showing off
my figure quite nicely. The soft material felt sexy against my breasts and nip-
ples and my bottom looked smooth and rounded. I pulled my long blonde hair
from the ponytail. I looked like a vixen and felt the part.
He came in while I was admiring my reflection. I knew what was expected
and lay face down over his huge bed. I was tense with excitement as I watched
him take a sheet of leather from the closet shelf and drape it over my bottom
to serve as a cushion for my spanking. Tom asked me if I were ready to have my
little buns heated up and I said, "Yes please."
He picked up a very short leather braided whip and showed it to me. I
could hardly believe the trust I felt for him. He told me that I was going to
get a good whipping. The leather sheet would provide protection for my tender
skin as well as make the whipping a noisy affair.
The first lash came down quite hard across the crest of my cheeks. It
stung but did not really hurt. I wasn't tied down, but Tom said that if I was
going to jump around and shout, the jumpsuit and the sheet would have to come
off. I jumped after each lash. By the fortieth my backside was on fire.
Still the whip whistled through the air and the impact as it hit the sheet ex-
cited us. When I'd had enough, I cried out for him to stop and he did.
He helped me up and wiped my face with a damp cloth. Then he handed me the
whip and took off his shorts. He climbed up on the water bed and I placed the
leather sheet over his round buns. I patted it softly with my hand, then I
swung the whip and really gave him a good dose. He didn't jump at first, but
after 25 or so lashes, his body lifted up with each swing. When he told me to,
I stopped and took the leather sheet off to get a closed look. He turned a-
round suddenly and pulled down the zipper on my latex jumpsuit. He stripped
the material right down to my feet and pulled me over his knee for an old--
fashioned hairbrush spanking.
I started to wiggle and squirm, but his grip was like iron. His huge hand
pressed down on the small of my back and I watched him pick up the large hair-
brush in his right. It was make of smoothly polished wood. The first slap
stung like a thousand bees on my bare cheeks, but the sting soon turned to fire
from the spanking that followed. I lost count of the number of actual slaps.
After the spanking, Tom picked my up and held me close to him. My bare bot-
tom was still very hot, but I told him that I loved the experience that we had
shared. We showered together, then made some coffee. Tom gave me his phone
number and a key to his back door.
Whenever I'm in town on business, which is usually once a week, we meet for
our own kinky fun. I used to spend my business trips lying naked in the hot Te-
xas sun, but Tom's spankings have given tanning a whole new meaning for me.
Ms. S.L.,
Texas
A LOT TO BE SAID FOR A SMALL DICK
I read Forum all the time and especially love the letters from the guys with
small penises. It seems that most of them are not satisfied. Some of them
seem to be under the impression that six inches is small when in fact it's
about average, and those guys are not satisfied. Well, I have a penis that is
way below average and I'm quite satisfied. I have never been ashamed of my pe-
nis. I love every one of its four inches. I wouldn't care if it were even
smaller. I think my little penis is great and wouldn't trade it for anything
larger.
I'm always finding ways to get my little penis off. I play with it con-
stantly. I like to get it nice and hard and beat it until it's ready to shoot
its extra-large load. I am proud of my extremely large load. When it is time
for me to explode I usually shoot about four to six squirts of come. It is
something to see my little penis shooting out such a large load. Sometimes I
shoot about four feet in the air. Other times the come hits my face and hair.
When I really want some of the load in my mouth I just throw my legs over my
head and pump my little dick until it shoots its large load with great force
down my waiting throat.
My newest turn-on is shaving my pubic hair. I shave all the hair around
the base of my penis until I'm totally hairless. When I look in the mirror I
can't help but think how my penis looks just as it did when I was a baby, so
small and smooth to the touch. I find it a great turn-on. I lie back on the
bed and put my legs in the air so that I can sprinkle baby powder on my penis
and balls. Then I put on a Pamper, tape up the sides and walk around the
house. It is a great sensation, this feeling of smooth baby powder on my balls
and penis. Occasionally I will peek down my Pamper at my little penis, shrunk-
en to an inch when unaroused, so small an innocent.
It is apparent that I am crazy about my small dick. I like to see others
that are the same size or even smaller. I make sure that mine is seen whenever
I can, whether in a shower or rest room. I love to be joked about it. I remem-
ber a few years back when I went fishing with the guys. I couldn't wait to
pull over and take a leak so that they would see my dick. Three of us got out
of the car and pulled out our dicks. I looked over at the guy next to me and
watched him pull his dick out. He turned and looked at me, and I knew that
look. He wanted me to put my lips around his dick, but didn't want me to know
it. He looked down at my dick and turned to the others to say that he had just
seen the smallest dick he'd ever seen. I turned around to show them my dick
which had seemed to shrink up even more. When I turned around again the other
guy beside my put his hand on my shaft and pulled out his own dick. I couldn't
believe it. His was so small and thin. I couldn't help staring, but I
couldn't believe that such a big masculine man could have such a small dick.
He asked me how big I was hard and told him four inches. He said that he
was about three and a half. He started stroking himself to show me. I put my
hand around my own dick and pumped it until it show its load all over the
ground. The others got out of the car to see what was going on and they got
out their dicks too. I turned to the guy with the small penis and asked if I
could take his load in my mouth. He agreed, so I got down on my knees in front
of him and put his little dick in my mouth.
What a privilege. I loved the taste of his small dick in my mouth. He
held the back of my head with his two huge hands and looked down at me. "You
like that small meat?" he asked, and I said, "Yes."
I was ready to take his load and I could feel that he was ready to come, so
I sucked harder and pulled his dick inside my mouth until I felt his load hit
the back of my throat. I took every bit of his juices, then stood up. My dick
was a hard four inches and he knelt down in front of me and took it in his
mouth. I couldn't believe it. I loved the feel of his mouth around my small
dick, sucking until I shot my load right down his throat. I had so much come
built up that he couldn't take it all. It ran out the sides of his mouth. He
finished what he could and wiped the rest away on his sleeve. "That's a big
load for a small dick," he said, then we all got back in the car and drove on.
I still see him from time to time, though I don't want to disclose his
name. We get together and rub our little dicks up against each other, then
hold them together and jerk them off at the same time. We usually end up suck-
ing each other off. I really enjoy sucking him, but I like to watch him jerk
himself off too. His body and hands are so large that his little dick nearly
disappears in his fist.
Well, I guess I'll end here. My little dick has gotten hard while I wrote
this letter. It's ready to shoot its stuff. I just want to say that I think
it's a damn shame that all those guys out there are ashamed of having what they
think is a small penis. They should enjoy what they have. I'm sure it's big-
ger than mine.
Mr. J.W.,
Virginia
TRANSITIONS
I'm a 30-year-old professional man of muscular build. My wife and I recently
divorced after eight years of marriage. I found myself very lonely and in need
of female companionship, so I started to frequent some of the local night
spots. I had fairly good luck, which I attribute more to my wealth than my
looks, but I didn't meet any women who inspired my serious interest. I decided
to try out Raleigh.
After several dead weekends I finally scored, and scored big. The night
changed my life. I found my self attracted to an absolutely stunning blonde
who was often on the dance floor, but strangely alone at a booth in the cor-
ner. I knew my luck had changed.
She was about five-feet-ten, with long beautiful legs, a shapely ass and
stunning features. I asked her to dance and spent the next two hours talking
to her. Not wanting the night to end, I asked if a few drinks at my hotel room
were out. Luckily, she complied.
We adjourned to my hotel where we spent a few more hours drinking, talking
and making out. I finally managed to remover her blouse and sucked eagerly at
her nipples. Her breasts were perfect, full and round. When her nipples were
hard and slippery with my saliva, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to
disrobe. She asked me to give her a few minutes before coming in.
When she called out to me I returned to a room now semidark, with the
lights dimmed. The blonde was stretched out on the bed wearing only nylons and
a garter belt. Her leg was bent, obscuring my view of her pubic thatch. She
was exquisite. As I stood there, drinking in the view, she slowly stretched
out her leg and revealed a rock-hard penis instead of a pussy. I stood there
gaping.
He told me that he was a transsexual who had changed his mind midstream.
He said that he liked having breasts and a penis, but considered himself a wom-
an. He was thrilled by the seduction of heterosexual men.
He reached out with his nylon covered foot and rubbed my cock. He said
that I didn't have to reciprocate if I wanted his services. I quickly answered
yes. Although I had never had sex with a man before, or even thought about it
very much, I was definitely interested. But if I was going to have a homosexu-
al experience I wanted to experience both sides of it.
I climbed on the bed and began soul-kissing and feeling the beautiful body
beneath me. We maneuvered into a 69 so that he could give me head. This was
something my wife had always refused to do, and it thrilled me. In turn I
started licking his softened penis, sucking him to hardness and receiving the
gift of his orgasm in my mouth. I moved up to kiss him and give him a taste of
his own delicious sperm.
He grabbed my slippery cock and, throwing his legs over my shoulders, guid-
ed me into his ass -- another fantasy that my wife would never fulfill. It was
incredible. He was so tight all around me. I came inside him.
It had been an incredible night, but there was one fantasy lingering in my
mind. I asked if he had any lubricant on him and he reached in to his purse
and produced some KY jelly which he used to lube his cock and my ass. I moved
into doggy position and he loosened me up with his fingers, then slid his cock
slowly into me. His tits were rubbing up and down my back while his cock slid
in and out of my anus. My own dick was stiff and he reached down to fondle
me. We came almost at the same time -- he deep inside my ass and me all over
my own stomach.
The next morning I woke up with a hangover and felt a bit embarrassed, but
my beautiful blonde helped my over that by giving me some wonderful head. I
have continued to see him and am planning to buy a house with him and his room-
mate, a close female friend of his.
I have about all the sex I can handle and my business partners are all ex-
tremely jealous. If they only knew that one of my lovely girls has a gorgeous
six-inch cock under her skirt!
Mr. N.A.
North Carolina
RESTRAINING ORDERS
I want to write about a little surprise I cooked up for my lover last week. I
invited him to dinner and fixed his favorite spaghetti dish. He ate heartily
and asked what was for dessert. I smiled and told him dessert was being served
upstairs. He followed me to the nice hot bath that I had waiting. We sat in
the tub that was full of foaming suds. I opened the wine and we sipped while
massaging each other's body. I was delighted to feel his dick grow hard at my
soft strokes. I knew that it was time to move on to the bedroom.
We sprawled across my big brass bed. I straddled him, rubbing my hot
crotch against his dick. I asked him if he minded being tied up. After promis-
es from me that I wouldn't hurt him in any way, he agreed.
I used some strips of Velcro that I had brought home from the hospital
where I work. They are soft as they are used to restrain patients. I tied
them around each of his wrists, securing them to the brass bedposts. He looked
sweet and vulnerable all tied up and waiting.
I started with some reassuring kisses to his neck and hairy chest, working
my way slowly past his stomach until I reached his balls which I smothered in
my mouth. I let them go to cup them gently in my hands, running kisses all
over them and nudging them with my tongue. He was squirming and moaning.
I positioned myself between his legs and licked up the length of his dick
several times before sucking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue over
it. I sucked him all in and began a steady rhythm that had him thrashing and
moaning. He begged me not to stop, but to make him come. When I felt him
tense, ready to come, I stopped.
I stretched out on top of him until he had calmed down somewhat, then I be-
gan again. I broke out a bottle of baby oil and poured it on the head of his
dick. I pumped him in my hand, watching his shaft grow hard. I played with
his balls and stroked him slowly, then faster and harder, then slowly again un-
til he was crying out. His moans built up in pitch and he started to buck his
hips, begging my to fuck him.
I straddled him again, rubbing his oily dick along my clit and working my-
self into a frenzy, then I turned around to face his feet and sat slowly down
on his dick.
He went wild. I raised my hips back, forcing his legs apart a little more
so that I could pour some baby oil into the crack of his ass and massage it
into his anus. He gasped. I pulled a slim, tapered candle out from beneath
the covers and rubbed the tip against his asshole.
"What are you doing?" he sputtered. I humped slowly up and down on his
dick and played with his balls and he relaxed again. I pushed the candle slow-
ly into him as I increased the pace of my fucking, taking deeper and faster
strokes as I started fucking him with the candle.
He started to buck and scream, begging me not to stop.
Ms. J.G.,
South Carolina
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