One day after classes, Tori and I were playing cards on her bed. She was wearing pink shorts and a halter top that did a good job of hiding her nice tits. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a thin singlet with no bra underneath. My tits dangled loosely under the flimsy garment. I always dressed that way in the hopes Tori would catch a glimpse of my tits.
As I dealt a hand, I asked her how she managed to keep her stomach so tight. “Lots of sit-ups,” she said. She reached over and gently poked my flabbiness. “I'll bet that makes you even more lovable, doesn't it?” she asked, staring dreamily into my eyes. She let her finger slowly trail a path down my tummy.
I reached over and ran my fingers gently over the skimpy fabric covering her breasts. “I love your halter top,” I whispered. She took my hand from her chest, kissed it softly, then set it on the bed. She reached behind her back, obviously undoing the top, and said, “If you're going to play with my tits, you might as well go all the way.”
For a second I was confused. In a moment she had the top off and dropped it in her lap. Much to my surprise, Tori's breasts were extremely tiny. They looked like two flat cookies dangling off her chest. Her tiny pink nipples were puckered, and looked to be as hard as rocks. “Now you know why you never see me without a bra on,” she said. She showed me the thick falsies in the cups of her top. She held each of her breasts and lovingly squeezed them.
“Okay, sweetie, your turn,” she said softly.
“You don't know what a relief it is to see that you're tiny too,” I said. I slipped my top off, exposing my little tits. “I thought you'd be disappointed when you saw how tiny mine are,” I went on.
Her eyes glazed as she reached to touch my tits. “Oh, no, Kelly,” she whispered. “I love them, and, oh, do I want to taste them.” I leaned back on my elbows as Tori brought her lips to my tits.
Except for the sounds of our sucking, there was absolute silence in the room.
Then Tori rose from the bed and went over to the door to lock it. She looked so sexy as I watched her strut across the room. I loved the way her small tits flopped up and down as she walked.
She stood in front of me for a moment, smiling. She put her hands on my shoulders and eased my face forward into her tiny tits. I took one in my mourn, easily the entire tit, and sucked hard. “Oh, yes! Yes!” she moaned, “Suck them!”
I started to work my way down her tummy to her bushy blond pussy. I slipped my tongue as deep into her as I could. In a moment Tori shifted around so we could tongue each other. Believe me, it was wild!
Afterward we lay there, exhausted, and I looked at her. She was so perfect, with her long legs, her sexy feet, her red-painted toenails. The rest so slim and trim ... I loved her for sure. As she lay back on her elbows, her tits had disappeared completely, but she was still one very sexy lady.
We have made love several times since that day, and although path and Samantha have never actually caught us together, they have a pretty good idea we're lovers.
My relationship with Tori gets better and better with each day, and I think we'll be together for a long time.—K.B., New York, New York
PIZZA ARRIVES, SHE DELIVERS
I am a thirty-three-year-old woman and have never married, but I have an active fantasy life that I occasionally get to live out. Recently, I broke up with a lover and found myself hornier than hell. One evening, facing yet another round of masturbation, I knew I had to feel something human—and not just my dildo—inside my hungry pussy.
Then I remembered Gina, the pretty, young delivery girl from the pizza place down the block. She'd delivered several pizzas to my house and, unbeknownst to her, already played an active role in my fantasies. She was young, about nineteen, and quite attractive. But while I'd undressed her many times with my eyes, I'd never gotten up the courage to engage her in anything but conversation. She was always very friendly with me, but I never encouraged her attentions. This time, however, I was ready for anything, and picked up the phone.
In about twenty minutes there was a knock on the door. I had a plan. I took the phone off the hook and placed it on the table. When I answered the door I asked Gina to come inside. “I'm on the phone,” I said, then picked the phone back up and had a few moments of fake conversation. All the while I kept a close watch on Gina. She didn't take her eyes off my body, a good sign. After I hung up, I apologized to Gina for the delay. She remained seated, which made me realize she already knew what I was up to.
“What is it you would like, Gina?”
She looked at me and, with a smile, said, “Well, you owe me eight dollars for this pizza.”
“Would you like your tip first?” I teased.
“Sure,” she answered, playing it cool.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Gina?” I asked. She said she did. I could see that she was actually a little shy, so I kept talking. “I don't have a boyfriend right now. Gets a bit lonely, you know?” Gina nodded as I took the pizza from her hands and put it on the coffee table. I could almost hear her heart beating. “What would you like as a tip?” I asked her.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want you to decide,” I said into her ear, licking it with the tip of my tongue. “Don't be shy.”
“Would you go down on me?” she asked after a moment's consideration. I realized then that little Gina wasn't as shy as I thought.
“Has a woman ever done that to you before?” I asked.
“No,” she said with a nervous laugh, “but I've always wanted to see what it's like.”
“If you like it, would you eat my pussy?” I asked, straddling her lap slowly and letting my breasts rub against her face.
“I'd love to,” she answered.
I was sitting on her lap now and could feel her squirming against my ass. I gave her a long, wet kiss on the lips, then went to work on her neck. She returned my kisses with a young girl's enthusiasm, stroking my body with her hands while grinding against me with her young cunt. I decided to give her a treat. While we kissed, I slipped my hand into my panties and fingered myself to orgasm. I could tell she was incredibly turned on as I brought myself off with a shudder and a sigh. Then I let her lick the cunt juice off my finger. As she practically deep-throated my hand, I realized that my long sex drought was about to end.
I led Gina to the bedroom and slowly undressed her. Then I handed her the phone. “Shouldn't you call your boss and tell him you're going to be late?”
“How late?” she asked.
“Well, you delivered in twenty minutes,” I said. “But I'll need an hour.”
While she told her boss she had to run an errand, I undressed her. It was fun to hear her voice crack as I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh. I took the phone from her and laid her back on the bed. Her smooth, naked body was total perfection. I took off my own clothes and began kissing her, starting at her toes and slowly moving my way up to her lips. As our tongues wrestled I rubbed my pussy against hers, giving her little cut a workout unlike anything it had ever known.
Gina gasped as I slid my hand between us. Rolling my hips in a fucking motion, I put one finger in each of our pussies. We were both wet. Gina's nectar was especially hot, and her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth with such intensity. I knew she was in heaven.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy now?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I want your tongue in me.”
Before eating her out, I rubbed Gina's body with warm baby oil. Her tits were small, but the nipples were swollen and full. I sucked one into my mouth, teasing it with my lips until it was hard. Gina willingly offered me her breasts, letting me suck the right one for a while, then putting the left one in my mouth. She rubbed her own pussy, a quick up-and-down motion that had her quivering. I wanted to make her come before she did it herself, and slid down the bed until my mouth was on her tender cunt lips. I poked through the wisps of blond hair with my tongue. Her cunt was sweet and hot, and no sooner had I touched the inside of it than Gina came. Ins
tinctively I pulled back, but she took my head firmly in her hands and urged me on. “Oh, suck me!” she cried. “That's it, suck it, suck it!”
I explored every bit of her tight pussy, licking the lips with long strokes and plunging deep inside her with countless thrusts of my tongue. Gina's legs were wrapped around me, her feet pressed tightly against my neck, coaxing me to nibble and suck her delightful cunt. I wiggled her clitoris with my tongue and was richly rewarded as a burst of her tangy cunt juice exploded into my mouth.
I was so deeply engrossed in feasting on the cunt of this lusty creature that I didn't realize we had changed positions until I felt her mouth on my own burning pussy. She nipped at my box, tentatively at first, even a bit awkwardly. “Slowly,” I coached her. “Just let your tongue taste every part of my cunt. Feel the softness. Smell it.” She was an excellent pupil, and soon she had me with my legs raised high in the air. As she rubbed my willing clit against her tongue, I came in a series of vigorous explosions.
We didn't say much afterward. I held Gina tightly in my arms and watched as she slipped into a nap. Remembering her work commitment, I phoned the pizza parlor and, pretending to be her mother, told them that Gina would be out sick for the rest of the evening. I wasn't even sure if she lived with her mother, but the masquerade must have worked because she didn't get in trouble. Gina and I have had many such rendezvous since. She continues to see her boyfriend, with my blessings. And as for me, well, I seem to be ordering quite a lot of pizza.—J.K., Little Rock, Arkansas
COED COMES CLEAN IN SHOWER
I'm a twenty-year-old brunette, five feet six and just over one hundred ten pounds in my birthday suit. I've been told by boyfriends that I have a great figure, especially my set of 40D jugs. However, it wasn't until Jennie, a fellow student at college, noticed my tits that I learned what it meant to feel really sexy.
Jennie and I weren't friends, but we both worked out at the college gym. One afternoon I noticed her intently watching me shower. At first I didn't let on that I saw her staring, but I was interested in what she was thinking. I stayed in the shower a long time, washing myself sensuously and really getting off knowing she was watching my every move.
Intrigued, I asked if she wanted to soap my back. “It's so hard to get some of those spots,” I said. She agreed and began spreading the soap all over my back. She was a redhead, with the most magnificent tits I have ever seen. They were larger than mine, probably about a 42D. I'd never had any sexual feelings for women before, but suddenly I felt an overwhelming urge to fill my mouth with those incredible tits.
While Jennie lathered my lower back, I felt her hand go down to my cunt. It was a super feeling to have a woman's hand on my box, and I made no attempt to stop her. I felt as though I were about to lose my virginity all over again. And in a sense, that's exactly what happened. She started to lather up my front, spending a long time soaping the tender areas just beneath my breasts. “You have the prettiest boobs,” she whispered in my ear, giving my nipple a playful little pinch.
I was getting hot and was about to get even hotter. Jennie soaped up her tits, then got down on her knees and lathered up my pussy with her big breasts. “Look, no hands!” she joked. I found myself squeezing my legs shut—not in protest, but to trap Jennie's tits near my pussy. After robbing her nipples against my clitty for a couple of minutes, she stood up and began to finger me. She used one finger at first, then two, pumping them in and out of my soapy, wet cunt. It was better than fucking a big dick, and I twitched each time Jennie wiggled her fingers inside me.
Then Jennie dropped to her knees to suck me. It was an incredible sensation. I'd had plenty of then go down on me in the past, but to have someone so soft, so feminine, licking me to the point of orgasm brought me a release unlike any I'd ever felt. The orgasm Jennie gave me surged through my entire body, leaving me both weak in the knees and so energized I could have had sex for hours.
Suddenly we realized we had company. A few other women had been watching us go at it. I looked up in time to see two of them frigging their clits in response to our lovemaking. What followed was an all-out orgy, with tongues and tits and clits and cunts mixing and matching there on the shower floor. It was an experience none of us is likely to forget.—Name and address withheld
A WOMAN'S TOUCH
My very loving husband picks up your magazine every month I'm hoping that if my husband reads this letter, it will ease my guilt.
My husband works the night shift, so we do all our shopping in the morning before he goes to work. One day while we were on our weekly grocery expedition, I ran into a girl, Louise, who was a friend of mine in college. I hadn't seen her for a few years, so we exchanged numbers and made plans to get together. I found out that she had just arrived in our city a few weeks before. I also found out that she worked a swing shift that ended just as my husband's was starting. It was perfect. I invited her over to the house and we renewed our old friendship.
Toward the end of the following month she invited me to a party she was having at her place. She said it was just going to be a small gathering of some friends and work associates.
It was fun. I met a lot of new people and drank a lot of wine. I hung around after the party broke up, helping to clean up. When that was done Louise and I took our wine into the bedroom to continue the party. She said she had some clothing she couldn't fit into anymore that might look nice on me. I was trying on a few things when suddenly she gave me a very sexy baby-doll outfit to model. I had to be nude if I wanted to see a really proper fit, so I removed my bra and panties and put it on. I didn't think anything was strange when she kept telling me how good it looked on me. But I did feel a little funny when she began to caress my back.
She came to me when I took down the top part of the outfit in order to get out of it. She took me in her arms and kissed me, explaining that for the last year she had been dreaming about having sex with another woman. I could feel the heat of her body through her clothing, and her hands stroking my lower back and hips. Her kiss was loving and tender.
I had never even thought of going to bed with a woman. Also, I was in love with my husband and I felt that my body was his. Nevertheless, I just couldn't push her away. She began to kiss and caress my breasts and push me back across the bed. It was like I was dreaming. I felt as though I was watching somebody else submit and feeling everything that was happening to them. She seemed to know just how to touch me. My body was on fire. I wasn't even aware that she had removed her clothing. Everyone knows that a woman's body is different from a man's. But I just can't believe that any woman can come close to imagining how good one feels pressed against them, unless they've had the experience.
I just lay there, letting her do as she pleased. I can still remember the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my inner legs, her fingertips slowly opening the lips of my vulva, and the shock of her lips and tongue touching my clitoris. I have received oral sex from then before, and I must admit that I have always found it enjoyable. But this was different.
Very quickly, with her fingers and tongue, my friend had me in such an aroused state I would have screamed if she'd stopped. When my orgasm did come, it was powerful. Wave after wave of wonderful release shook my body and mind totally out of any reality. When I did come back, my friend was caressing my lower stomach just above my pubic hair. She was kissing my face and telling me how much she enjoyed making me feel good. Then she whispered that I would have to get up and get dressed if I wanted to be home when my husband got there.
Then I just started to cry. I felt so guilty. I felt the guilt of letting somebody other than my husband be intimate with me. But most of all I felt guilty because I had enjoyed a woman's touch.
I hid what happened to me in the back of my mind. And I swore to myself to never tell my loving husband that I had left the house, let alone that I had cheated on him.
It was about a week before my girlfriend stopped at the house again. Over coffee we talked. She told me that on the
night of the party she was very high, yet she couldn't get what had happened out of her mind. She remembered how I looked, what I felt like, and even my scent. She wanted me to let her make love to me again. I told her no. The first and only time was a mistake, and we were not going to do it again. That's when I found out how weak I really am. She kept talking to me, urging me to try it just once more. Finally I gave in.
It was different the second time. The end result was the same, but watching her hands touch me, watching her body press against mine, her lips cover my nipples and tease them hard, all of this seemed to make everything better. I was still an inactive partner, but this time, besides leaving my eyes open longer, I kissed her back. A few times I even let my hands stroke her back or sides. When it was over she lay next to me, touching me to prolong the feeling of my explosive orgasms, and we talked.
She told me she had met a guy she liked the night after the party and had spent three nights in bed with him. She explained that she really loved and got off on being with me. She had always thought that she was gay because she thought there was a chance that she could give up then altogether and be with women only. She thanked me for allowing her to see that she was truly bisexual. She hoped that I would stop thinking that being with her was cheating on her husband. In her way of thinking, I couldn't be cheating if I was letting her give me something that he couldn't—a woman's touch.
It was three nights later when she called and begged me to meet her at her apartment. I honestly thought about not going, but I wanted to find out what she wanted. When I arrived, she handed me a strong drink and stated that we were going to go to bed. She promised this was going to be the last time she would ask me. Before I could say anything, she explained that she wanted me to be active.
“I want you to feel my body, kiss and taste it. I am asking you to do this because I think it will help you and your husband. I find that when my boyfriend makes love to me, knowing how my nipple feels between his lips or how my pussy feels against his tongue, allows me to feel closer to him.”
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