I raised her left leg up, slid my cock into her wet cunt and fucked her against the shower wall. We both came again, and then finished our shower. We dried ourselves off with big, fluffy towels. I got dressed, but she stayed wrapped in her towel. She climbed into bed naked, and I decided to call it a night and head home. I drove about five miles toward my house, then made a U-turn and returned to Melody's place for the night. I just couldn't stay away.
This affair continued until we went our separate ways. But I'll always be grateful for the opportunity to experience seven years of stored-up sexuality in one absolutely fabulous night.—N.A., Tucson, Arizona
COMELY COED COMES ON TO TEACHER—AND SOON THEY'RE PETTING
I am a graduate student at a midwestern university. I am considered average-looking and have never had a problem getting a pretty coed in my bed. Last semester I was assigned to teach an entry-level psychology class that most freshmen are required to take. The class was scheduled for late afternoon, and the campus was very quiet at that time.
On the first day of class, an attractive girl sat in the first row right in front of my desk. Her eyes followed me all around the classroom. After the class ended, I stayed at my desk to finish up some paperwork. When I looked up, the girl from the first row was standing in front of me. She introduced herself as Mikki. She was petite, standing only about five feet tall. At six foot five, I towered over her. Even though she was wearing a bulky sweater because of the cold weather, I could tell that her chest was huge.
Mikki told me that she had just transferred here from another college and didn't know anyone yet. She said that she had really enjoyed her first class at her new school and wanted to thank me. We sat in the classroom for at least an hour and just talked. Then she asked if I would help her move some furniture in her house. I said sure.
We both got into our cars, and I followed her to an old farmhouse about twenty miles away. She told me that friends of her parents who lived in Florida owned the place. They had offered to let her live there if she kept an eye on things.
The house had a beautiful stone fireplace in the family room. I offered to start a fire, and she said that she would make me dinner if I helped her move some stuff upstairs.
Mikki led me to her bedroom. There was a big trunk in the middle of the floor. She asked if I could move it into the spare bedroom next door. After I moved it, Mikki called me back into her room. She was standing on her bed, wearing a long robe. Extending her arms, Mikki said that I deserved a big hug for being so nice. I walked over to her. As I was about to hug her, she opened her robe. In front of me were the largest, whitest breasts I have even seen.
She pulled me close and smothered my face in those mammoth melons. I started to suck them like a man who was dying of thirst. Her nipples, which were at least a half inch in diameter, stuck out like pencil erasers.
I feasted on Mikki's tits for some time, then slid both of my hands down the front of her jeans. Her skin was so soft that I didn't want to lose contact with it. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, and let them fall to her knees. Mikki had an orgasm as I pulled her panties off. I laid her down on the bed and started licking up the succulent juices that were flowing from her pussy like a mountain stream. She was screaming in ecstasy and thrashing her head from side to side. My eight-inch dick was so hard it almost hurt. It yearned to be released.
After her third orgasm, I unleased my love-stick from my pants. Mikki started sucking on it while massaging my balls. I knew I was close to orgasm, so I warned her I was about to come. She continued to suck, and my cock erupted, sending spurt after spurt of love-nectar into her mouth. She didn't let up until every drop was milked from my body.
I collapsed on the bed next to her, and she started to massage my cock to get me hard again. Once erect, I rolled her over and entered her furry love-canal. The warmth and tightness was unbelievable. I kept pumping while she had orgasm after orgasm. As her body shuddered and quaked, I filled her up with my cream. Afterward I lay down next to her. While I caressed her breasts, Mikki told me that she was madly in love with me, even though we had just met that day. I felt the same way toward her. At that moment, my only goal was to give her as much pleasure as I could. We embraced and kissed deeply. I removed the rest of her clothes as well as my own. I wrapped her in a blanket and carried her down to the family room. I laid her in front of the fireplace and unwrapped her from her cocoon. As we lay side by side, I entered her and we proceeded to make love again. We stayed in this position for the remainder of the night, waking up to make love several times.
All this happened two months ago, and we have been living together ever since.—R.B., Indianapolis, Indiana
STUDLY HOUSEPAINTER SHOWS WANTON WIFE A FEW NEW STROKES
My husband Jerome and I have had a good sex life ever since we married seven years ago. I had been married before, but my first marriage didn't work out. In the year between marriages I'd had several lovers, and Jerome had been the best one. Since I don't climax easily, we often use a vibrator during intercourse to bring me to orgasm.
Jerome is a salesman, and he spends a lot of time on the road. When he's away, my vibrator and my fantasies keep me satisfied. I'm about five feet eight inches tall and have a rather large build. Though I'm not fat by any means, I have been described as voluptuous. My bust measures 42DD, and I have well-rounded hips and shapely legs. I work out regularly to keep my shape, and I'm proud of the way I look.
Not too long ago, Jerome's best friend Wayne unexpectedly showed up at our house. He and his wife had been having problems and had temporarily split up. To make matters worse, he'd been laid off his job. He told us he really needed to get away from it all and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. Of course, we said he could.
A few days later he heard us talking about having the house painted. He offered to do the job himself. We agreed that he would stay with us until the painting job was completed. The next morning he went into town to buy the supplies he needed. He started work on the house that afternoon.
I couldn't help but notice how his sweaty, muscular body glistened in the hot summer sun as he worked in just a pair of shorts and no shirt. I can't deny that I spent a bit of time looking out the window, watching him work and wondering what it would be like to fuck him.
When he got ready to paint the highest point on the house, he asked me to come out and hold the ladder steady for him. While he was up on the ladder, I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts, and they were so loose I could clearly see his penis! Unlike any other guy I'd ever made love with, he was uncircumcised. The sight made me so excited that I could feel my crotch getting damp. I decided right then and there that I had to have him.
When he finished painting the high part, I went into the house to fix us some lunch. I'd been dressing pretty conservatively since he arrived, usually wearing jeans and a loose-fitting top. That day, however, I changed into a pair of shorts and a halter top. Then I carried the lunch tray out to the patio, and called to him to come and eat. You should have seen the look on his face as he came around the house and caught sight of me! It seemed as if he couldn't believe his eyes! I just smiled as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
He sat down across the table from me. As we ate, his eyes were glued to my chest. Each time I reached for my glass, I intentionally bent over enough to show him some cleavage. I was getting more and more turned on watching his reactions. He appeared to be very nervous, yet it was obvious by the bulge in his shorts that he was turned on too.
When we finished eating, he picked up the tray loaded with the dirty dishes to carry it back into the house. He unsuccessfully tried to hide his erection with the tray. Back in the kitchen, he put the tray on the counter next to the sink, and I started washing the dishes. What happened next not only surprised but thrilled me. He stepped up behind me and put his arms around me, cupping both my breasts in his hands. He said, “You're so damn sexy. I just can't keep my hands off you!”
With that, I untied my halter top, giving him access to my tits, and leaned back against him. My hands soon found their way between our bodies and I squeezed Wayne's full, firm manhood. Never before had I felt such a big, hard dick. I knew it would be several hours before Jerome got home, and I didn't think I could wait that long to be satisfied. I moaned with pleasure as Wayne gently fondled my tits and tenderly squeezed my erect nipples.
Making a split-second decision, I said, “I want you to fuck me right here and now!” I spun around, pulled his shorts down and got my first good look at his enormous, uncircumcised rod. Standing at full attention, it had to be at least ten inches long and two inches wide. Even though I'd seen studs like this in X-rated movies, I'd never encountered one in real life. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and still had a couple of inches left to suck. This was almost too good to be true.
Standing up, I pulled down my shorts and kicked them off. Wayne lifted me up on the kitchen table and slid his big dick right into me. I was so wet that it slid in easily. He began pumping wildly into my ready and willing snatch. Never before had I felt so completely filled. I climaxed twice while he continued to pump in and out. I'd never before done that with anyone. Suddenly he yelled out, “Come with me, baby!” and he shot a load into me that triggered yet another orgasm. As I lay there on the table, totally exhausted and totally satisfied, he pulled out, lowered his mouth to my love-box and began to work me over with his tongue.
Wayne stayed with us for another week, and each day we made love after lunch. Then he and his wife reconciled, and he moved back home. Since then we haven't had another opportunity to get together.—Name and address withheld
SLY OLD DOG FINDS THAT HE STILL HAS A FEW NEW TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE
I'd always been somewhat dubious when I read letters in your magazine that discussed men reaching multiple orgasms. I'm sixty-five, and until recently, when I had the good fortune to meet one of the hottest women I have known in my fifty years of sexual activity, I had never experienced one myself.
My life changed one afternoon when I was pushing a shopping cart through the produce section of a local supermarket. I was daydreaming and generally feeling sorry for myself because my wife was out of town visiting relatives and would be away all week. But, to be honest, I was more concerned about what I was going to have for dinner and the fact that I would be eating alone than the fact that I wouldn't be having sex for a week.
Not watching where I was going, I bumped into a cart being pushed by a very attractive, well-dressed lady. Blue eyes smiled at me from a well-tanned face that was surrounded by the whitest hair I had ever seen. I said, “I'm sorry. I guess I was daydreaming.”
Looking into my cart she said, “I can see why. A nice red wine, a bottle of 7UP, chips and dips spells only one thing: a wine-cooler party. The only thing I see missing is some good guacamole and an X-rated video.”
Although I was taken aback by her remarks, I managed a quick comeback. “Well, the most important thing missing is the little woman. My wife's away visiting relatives.”
The woman smiled and said, “Now that is cause for a long face and daydreaming. I was going to offer you my prizewinning recipe for guacamole, but I reserve that for party occasions only.”
Not wanting to pass up the opportunity that seemed to be unfolding before me, I blurted out, “Well, I feel a party mood coming on. How about showing me what to buy to make that guacamole. I know a place where I can rent an X-rated flick. Why don't we have a party?” Then I thought, My God, what have I done? This woman isn't some cheap pickup. I'll deserve it if she slaps my face and keeps right on walking.
To my surprise and everlasting thanks, the smile never left those beautiful blue eyes. She said, “Sounds crazy, but why not? I live alone now. My husband passed away six months ago, and it's been a long time since I enjoyed a good party.”
I selected avocados, limes, tomatoes and onions to her specifications, and went through the checkout line feeling like a teenager on his first date. Boy, was I high. Even my manhood was beginning to stand tall. In the parking lot I asked for her address, explaining that I wanted to run home and clean up a bit. She said, “Well, please don't get dressed up. Let's make this a relaxed, casual evening.”
“Suits me fine,” I answered. “But I'm not sure about the relaxed part.”
“I know what you mean,” she purred. “It's been a long time for me too.”
I almost tore off my car door as I got in. At home in the shower I found myself with a hard-on, the likes of which I hadn't seen since I was a much younger man. I was fortunate to find a pair of old BVDs in my dresser drawer. I normally wear boxer shorts, but there was no way in hell a pair of boxer shorts was going to hide that raging boner. I selected a full red rose from the garden, tied it to a piece of fern, and off I went.
I didn't realize how excited I was until I got to her door. When she answered, she jokingly said, “What kept you? It's been fifteen minutes since we left the supermarket.”
I laughed and replied, “I guess I'm a little excited about learning how to make guacamole.”
She had changed into a sheer negligee that, with a little backlighting, revealed the firmest body I had seen in a long time. I was obviously staring, because she said, “I'm glad you like what you see. It takes a lot of time and energy to keep a sixty-year-old body in this kind of shape.”
I apologized for staring and told her that there weren't many thirty-year-olds who could compare with her. She did a little pirouette and bowed with her arms outstretched, giving me a good, long look at a beautiful pair of tits. I was sure glad I had on the BVDs. The old pecker was about to burst a seam.
When I gave her the rose, she leaned forward and gave me a very soft kiss that lasted just long enough for us to make body contact. She smiled and said, “I thought you agreed to dress comfortable. You seem all bound up.” But before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, it's recipe time. Time to cool down with a cool one and learn the secrets of guacamole making.”
While we drank wine coolers, munched chips and dip and made guacamole, she told me that her husband's illness had been one that slowly took away his virility. At first they'd tried X-rated videos, which was why she'd made the crack in the supermarket. At the mention of the video, I slapped myself on the forehead and apologized for forgetting to pick one up. “I guess I was just too excited,” I confessed.
She said, “Not to worry. I have a collection of X-rated videos categorized by subject.” She told me that it had been almost two years since she'd last had sex, that she'd been married twice and that she had only slept with three men in her life. Her first husband had restricted sex to the missionary position twice a week. Her sex life had improved with her second marriage, but then her husband took sick. The X-rated flicks had helped for a while, but had really only served to open her eyes to just how enjoyable sex could be. With her husband's debilitating illness, sex became frustrating, to say the least.
As she refilled my glass, she said, “I really don't know what turned me on to you in the market. I don't normally come on to strangers that way. But the rose you brought—not to mention the bulge in your pants—makes me think that tonight will be a good thing.”
By the time the avocado dip was nearly gone, we were working on our third wine cooler and I was beginning to feel very mellow. As many of you probably know, a perfect guacamole requires a lot of tasting to get the right balance between the lime juice and salt. Babette turned simple tasting into an art form. She'd dip her fingers into the mixing bowl and then slide them into my mouth or hers. When it was my turn to taste, she dipped in with two fingers, thus giving me a chance to lick the avocado from between her fingers. When she tasted, she used only one finger and ever so slowly slid it into her mouth, closing her lips around it before pulling it out, all the while holding my attention with her twinkling baby blues. To say the least, our tasting rapidly turned into one hell of an erotic episode.
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lizing that this couldn't go on forever without me shooting a load into my jeans, I reached over, cupped her chin in my hand and brought her lips to mine. As before, the kiss was soft and our lips barely touched, but it was enough to send tremors clear to my toes. I slowly ran my tongue across her lips, hoping to entice her to open them so we could enjoy a little French-kissing. Although they remained closed to my probing tongue.
When the kiss ended, she held me with her eyes and ever so slowly traced the outline of my lips with her finger. My God, I thought, another wave of sensation like that and I'll come for sure. As it was, my shorts were soaking wet. Sensing my agitation, she said, “Let's call the dip done and move to the comfort of the TV room.”
When we had arranged fresh wine coolers on the table in the TV room, I took both of Babette's hands in mine and slowly pulled her toward me. We kissed, and once again it was soft but extremely sensuous. This time my tongue found an opening and was welcomed by the tip of her tongue inscribing little circles around mine.
Without breaking contact, I sat her down and slowly eased her to a reclining position on the couch, with me kneeling next to her on the floor. I began kissing her cheek and slowly tracing the outline of her ear with my tongue. As I darted my tongue into her ear once or twice, I felt her body tremble. I tenderly kissed each eyelid as I moved to the other ear. By now her body was moving in slow, sensuous gyrations, and I began to hear soft moans of pleasure. I moved down to the cleft between her lovely breasts, letting my tongue explore until I located the nipple. Now her body was moving uncontrollably, and her moans were quite audible.
She pressed her breasts together so I could suck both nipples at the same time. After bringing both nipples to their maximum firmness, I moved slowly down her stomach, flicking my tongue from side to side. When I reached her pubic hair, her legs were spread wide and the musky odor of her juicy pussy almost drove me mad with desire. I raised one of her legs over my shoulder, thinking I'd slowly work my way down to her clit. She couldn't wait, though. She arched her back and shoved her pussy into my face, moaning, “Suck my pussy. I'm coming!” Of course, I obliged.
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