I led him into my bedroom. I could feel myself getting aroused, even though I had never had a reason to want a man before. At the time, I didn't know what Darryl thought of me, but I was trying to get his clothes off, and moaning and pressing hungrily against him. He slowed my movements and undid my blouse. I felt his beard go down my chest, and he drew one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt incredible. He massaged my breasts, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Then he gently kissed my stomach before straightening and removing my clothes. I remember he looked at me quietly through all this. I only found out later that he had been amazed that so young a woman would want him.
I felt his mouth against the hair on my pussy. His tongue went right between my pussy lips and licked straight up to my clit. After he did this, he lifted his head. I smiled at him, but I think I was trembling too. Anyway, reassured by my smile, he returned to my pussy and licked me with long, deep strokes, each one ending on my clit. I held the back of his head, panting. I felt him gently nibble on my clit, and his hands came under my ass to pull me hard against his mouth. I came wildly, bucking and tensing against his mouth.
Darryl came back up quickly and gently pushed the head of his penis between my pussy lips. I pulled my legs up, grabbed his ass, and pulled the rest of his very hard penis inside of me. He thrust hard a few times, then his penis went rigid. He buried his face in my neck, moaned slightly, and his penis throbbed as he came.
After a rest in his arms, while he kissed me over and over, I took his hand and put it on my pussy. His penis was soft but he kissed me deeply and rubbed my pussy and breasts until I climaxed again. Then we fell asleep.
In the morning, before he was awake, I took his penis in my mouth and sucked it until it was hard. That woke him up and we made love beautifully, though we were nearly late for work.
We've been together now for two years and have lived together a year and a half. It hasn't always been easy. Because of the difference in our ages, some people tend to stare and some make rude comments. Darryl does not discuss his personal life at work, and although the whole staff knows by now, I don't discuss it either, in deference to Darryl. We find a lot of joy in each other.
I have written to you because your letters reflect a wide range of couples and because I want to shout my happiness to someone. I just want to say a few things, I guess in answer to questions that people have rudely asked me and that I would not answer. But if I did respond to these questions, the following is what I would say.
Yes, my bad marriage probably did turn me in the direction of an older man, but we have stayed together because we make each other happy. Since I have had such pleasure with him, I find him beautiful, and he seems to think I am beautiful too. And in answer to that one very rude question, Darryl does not need to be “jump-started.” We make love a lot, and I'm beginning to tease him by saying that he really is a dirty old man. There are very few times when he does not get a hard-on. At those times, his tongue is ever able and ready, and it is just as satisfying. Though I have never asked him to go down on me (especially since I know what a devil of a time he has getting my pussy smell out of his beard), he seems to enjoy doing it.—Name and address withheld
TAKIN' IT TO THE MATS
I've enjoyed wrestling ever since I first watched it on TV as a kid. In high school I made the wrestling team and I went on to be a pretty fair wrestler in college. Today I continue to wrestle as one way of keeping in shape. I work out at a fancy health club, mainly to show off my physique to attractive women.
Donna is into bodybuilding and has a first-class physique. The idea of wrestling her has fed more than one of my sexual fantasies, but I was reluctant to suggest anything to her. One day, however, she bragged that she had once pinned a guy bigger than me. I laughed, but she told me that she used to horse around with her brother, who was also a collegiate wrestler, and had pinned him several times. I could feel my masculinity being challenged, so I asked her if she thought she could pin me.
We went to my town house, where I have a room with wrestling mats. We agreed that we would wrestle two out of three falls pro-style, nothing dangerous. We excused ourselves to get into our wrestling gear. I put on my skimpiest Speedo briefs' and nothing else, but I wasn't prepared for Donna's suit: a flesh-colored bikini with rawhide fringe. As far as I was concerned it was the most erotic swimsuit I had ever seen.
We quickly got into some holds, and I was surprised by how easily she held her own. I knew that I had to watch out for her thighs if I was to win this match. I converted her body-scissors into a leg lock that eventually set up a figure four pin.
We started the second fall more slowly than the first, as we both now had mutual respect for each other. I was able to get a standing arm lock on her and force her down to the mat. I got another good look at her body as she tried to get out of the hold. After a lot of struggling she was able to roll up over me and secure a head lock. My head was scissored between her legs, with her cunt right in my face.
I could feel her gyrating thighs and buttocks as I tried to escape. Suddenly she tensed up and moaned. I realized that she was trying to get off on my face! I massaged her thighs and kissed her cunt through her bikini. It didn't take long for her to reach a shuddering orgasm, and I almost passed out from the pressure on my head, but it was worth it.
Donna was all smiles and said she wanted to return the favor. She untied the knot on the strings of my Speedo briefs and proceeded to pull them off. They were already stained with pre-come, and my penis was as erect as I can ever remember it being. She gently pulled me down on my back and lifted my legs so that I knew she wanted me to put a figure four head scissors on her. She then eagerly engulfed my cock with her hungry mouth. Getting head while having Donna in this hold was more than I could handle, and I came quickly.
After licking up every drop of come, Donna whimpered that I was the winner, but that she wanted a rematch. I have lost count of how many matches we have had since that first one. We've even come up with some holds where we can both get off simultaneously. Right now we're looking to find another couple who would like to do some tag-team wrestling.—J.H., Toronto, Canada
SCHOOL DAZE
I am a first-year graduate student at a major university in Southern California and I have read Penthouse Forum since my first year of college. I find it a great prelude to masturbating (an activity I enjoy whether or not my sex life is active). I have always wished for a personal experience worthy of being in Forum but, until recently, all I could do was dream.
After four years of roommates, I was finally afforded the luxury of living on campus in single-student housing. I live in a coed apartment building full of other single graduate students. Each of us has our own cozy nest. It's a great situation, because everyone you meet is almost surely available. I had already been able to grab a couple quick fucks, which came from being in the right place at the right time. But these never really provided excitement past the several minutes they lasted. It wasn't until I met Lorraine that I had the experience of a lifetime.
I had met Lorraine previously in the hallway and on the elevator, and once or twice I had seen her on campus. She was a voluptuous woman of Mexican-Italian descent with dark hair, dark skin and smoky black eyes. When she walked, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She knew how to dress to show off her assets perfectly. She was the kind of woman a man always dreams about.
One Friday night, broke (as usual), I was watching a video in my room when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Lorraine and her cleavage standing in the hallway. For what seemed like hours I stared at her high cut black leather miniskirt and skintight tank top until I was finally looking at her beautiful face. Before I could speak she invited me to her apartment for a late dinner.
Quickly realizing I wasn't dreaming, I said, “Sure.”
“Okay,” she said, “see you in ten or fifteen minutes at my place.” When I closed the door I remembered Lorraine lived around the corner and must have seen the light in my windo
w from hers. I fantasized what having her would be like while I made myself presentable.
In about fifteen minutes I arrived at her apartment to find that dinner was ready to be eaten. There was only small talk and short glances at each other during dinner, which was a great Spanish meal she had made herself. Not getting my hopes up, I was prepared to leave after we were finished eating so as not to overextend my welcome. I was glad when she gestured me to the couch and moved to turn on the TV.
As she turned from the TV, she immediately pulled her top up to expose her large (braless) breasts. They seemed to defy gravity. She then straddled my lap and placed a large, round nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked as she caressed my face with her enormous tits. She stood again to lift her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. Her glistening labia seemed to beckon my tongue. She stood on the couch above me and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting my face into her wet pussy. She let out a loud groan as I massaged her clitoris, sucking up ounces of love juice in the process. My twitching tongue quickly brought her to a moaning, spasmodic orgasm.
In two seconds she was on her knees, tearing into my pants to pull out my already hard cock. She lovingly teased the long shaft with her tongue before she immersed my dick in her wet mouth. She wrapped one hand around my organ and stroked as she sucked. As I began thrusting into orgasm, she moved her head back and jerked me off so I could watch as my come blasted into her mouth.
With both of us in a state of total satisfaction, we removed all of our clothes and lay in the middle of the floor. We caressed each other until I got hard again, and we made love by the light of the TV. This happened a couple more times before we finally slept.
Lorraine and I aren't dating but continue to have similar nighttime rendezvous, which are the highlight of my life. I wish college had always been like this.—L.G., Los Angeles, California
SPUNKY GAL
I am a thirty-five-year-old airline stewardess. I am also a divorcee and a natural redhead. I have a 34C-24-31 figure that carries about one hundred and ten pounds. I have strived to maintain my figure, especially since my divorce. I am divorced because I just can't seem to keep my hands off men.
In fact, I have a part-time job as a bachelor-party performer. I crave hot dicks and fat, juicy balls. I personally entertain parties of up to nine or ten men. If a party has more than ten men I simply need another girl. I can think of nothing better than handling nine or ten hard dicks and enjoying the fruits of their nuts. I particularly enjoy sucking a guy off, and then pulling his bone out and aiming his come-shooter at my chest, just so I can watch him bust his nut. I love the feeling of hot, white sperm slithering down my neck and over my tits—the more the better.
Early this summer I was handling a bachelor party, giving handjobs and blowjobs to my heart's content. I had already taken five men when a gigantically hung guy dropped his fleshy log (some ten inches) against my face as I knelt before him.
Not only was his hard dick ten inches and engorged by the thickest, bluest veins I've ever seen, but he had a pair of enormous nuts. His balls were the size of duck eggs, clearly the largest nuts I'd ever seen, and that is saying something.
I stood, fascinated and turned on by the potential of this good-looking, thirty-year-old guy's tool. He was about six feet tall and a solid two hundred pounds. I licked his heavy equipment, tonguing his big come-hole as he oozed a rich flow of sticky pre-come. I tongued deep into his cockhead, slurping on his sticky, clear fluid. I began to suck his knob, letting my saliva pour down his shaft. I stroked his meat with one hand, smearing my hot saliva over his hard rod while I continued to suck his knob. With my other hand, I fondled and squeezed his massive balls as they hung low in his hairy nut-sack. I squeezed each nut, luxuriating in the feel of such long, juicy balls.
Suddenly I felt his nuts swell and begin to rise in his bag as his huge, vein-fed meat began to shake. The big dick throbbed in rhythm to his pulse—it was racing. I pushed my mouth down over his fat cockhead just as the sticky, clear oozing began to turn whitish. I swallowed the swelling head as it spit a ribbon of thick spunk down my throat. The glob blasted down my throat as if it were shot from a cannon. The sight of such a long cock shaking so forcefully mesmerized me. I stared in awe as his cock jerked and thrust between my open lips. Wad after gooey wad leaped from his hose as he busted his nuts in me. The overflow leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin. Jism was slithering down both sides of my neck, over my tits and pooling in my cleavage. I'd seen hundreds of guys get their nuts drained, but this guy just kept coming. After he finally emptied his copious load, I stared at my chest in sheer amazement. My tits had jism oozing all over them and comesicles dripping from my hard, pink nipples.
The guy had come as much as the first five guys all put together. I smeared his heavy seed all over my stomach, chest and arms, giving myself a sperm coat.
The party sort of broke up then as I jammed in my new orgasmic blanket. After fifteen or twenty minutes I went to clean up. When I returned, only Splash, as I called the guy with the big nuts, was left to entertain. Splash gave me another load of nearly the same amount before he left.
I guess I wrote this because I thought I had seen the best of the comers, but found that there is always a better man out there.—E.C., New York, New York
TRAFFIC JAM COMES TO A HEAD
My fiance Mick and I had a long weekend planned, driving up to Hollywood for a couple of days of sightseeing, dancing, and partying. We got a late start leaving San Diego, however, and the freeways were crowded. As the traffic crawled, Mick told me how he couldn't wait to get to the hotel and screw me silly. He is a large man, six feet two inches tall, with blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and a sexual appetite that just won't quit.
Not long after his bold statement, the radio said there was an accident a few miles ahead on the freeway we were traveling. Traffic was soon at a standstill. It was getting dark, and I was getting horny thinking about the evening that was still ahead of us. I figured Mick had the same thoughts, because it didn't take long for the bulge in his crotch to catch my eye. I could tell from the look in his eyes that we weren't going to wait until we reached the hotel.
I reached over and unzipped his shorts, released his hard cock, and began to stroke it, firmly squeezing his dick and playing with his balls. I was really starting to get off on the idea of giving him head in the middle of traffic. He tilted the steering wheel a little to give me some room, and I eagerly took his hot cock into my mouth. I slid my tongue up and down. He couldn't help but let out a little moan and tighten his grip on the wheel. I leaned a little farther and sucked on his balls—first one, then the other. He was having a hard time concentrating on the road, but this was only the beginning.
Mick was really enjoying himself, but I knew that if I didn't slow down a bit he was going to come before long and not enjoy it the way he could have. I stopped to grab a bottle of baby oil from my overnight bag. I poured a generous amount over his throbbing cock and watched it slide down to his tight balls. I grasped his hot dick in my hand and slowly started pumping it.
I bent over his lap and started once more to suck on his now glistening, oily balls. His breathing was getting shallow and the windows were starting to fog over. He was getting dose to orgasm and his balls were starting to tighten up even more. I quickly moved my mouth up to his pulsing cock, getting ready to catch all of his sweet come. I squeezed his balls slightly and that was all it took. He leaned his head back, moaned, and gave me what I had been working so hard for. His love milk jetted out in warm spurts and I quickly caught what I could in my mouth.
Now, whenever I hear about a traffic jam on the radio, I get a grin on my face. Next time, Mick tells me, I get to do all the driving. I can't wait.—K.V., San Diego, California
Exhibitionism
THE SUMMER OF LOVE REVISITED
This is a story about my adventures with Diva, a girl who loved cock and loved to show off her body.
My late teens and early twenties just hap
pened to take place during the late seventies and early eighties—before AIDS, yet after sex and porn laws were relaxed in this country. It was a good time to be young, hung, and horny. It really did not matter which gender wanted me, as long as the outline of my eight-inch dick and tight ass in my too-tight jeans made them hot. Adult cinemas were my playground. And Diva would become my swing set.
In the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college, I worked in the mailroom of a major corporation in San Francisco's financial district, side-by-side with the other sons and daughters of the company's management. That's where I met Diva.
At a first glance, Diva resembled every mother's ideal of a “good girl.” Shy, pretty, and polite, this eighteen-year-old dressed in the Conservative business styles of the day and carried herself with quiet grace and manners of old money.
The first chink in her armor came with dirty jokes. Imagine my surprise when Diva came up to me one day and whispered a filthy joke about sailors and whores. The next pleasant surprise came when we mutually discovered the other smoked pot. We became fast friends.
During the day, we'd sneak off and get high, telling each other our sexual exploits and fantasies. She especially liked hearing me tell of some stranger in a dark theater deep-throating my dick. Sometimes when we'd go back to the mailroom, Diva would rush off to the women's room, coming back flushed and sweaty. I knew she was getting herself off. And she knew I knew.
Diva made going to work a lot of fun. I began to imagine fucking her while fucking other girls; imagining that I was her while getting fucked by other men. One day at work she pulled a reel of eight-millimeter film from her purse, saying it belonged to her big brother. Her voice got quiet and shaky as she told me she wanted to see it with me. As I looked at the tiny frames of people fucking, we agreed to meet at one of the vacant apartments owned by her aunt.
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