He pulled his pants down and started pushing my face toward his cock. I stopped him, though, and teased him by slowly kissing my way down his stomach, licking and nibbling at his soft skin. When I finally reached his hard, black cock I let out a gasp. It had to have been at least nine inches long. I tried, but could only fit about half of it into my mouth. The rest of the shaft I rubbed with both hands.
I sucked him until I tasted the first salty drops of pre-come. I knew I would have to stop soon because I wanted to feel him inside of my wet, throbbing cunt before he exploded. I got on top and fucked him till I came. We stopped long enough to get the rest of our clothing off. Then we sucked and played with each other some more.
He got on top and started kissing my neck. Then he slid his cock into me again, and we fucked so hard the whole truck shook. We came together. He must have shot a gallon of come into my hot, wet cunt by the time we finished. It was hot and sticky running down my legs.
Anyway, I was in a hurry to get back home. I knew my husband would be waiting for me. He met me at the door and we went straight to the bedroom, where I told him all about what I had done. My husband had wanted me to do a black man for some time, and he was so happy that I was finally able to.
We started kissing. It was only minutes before I had my lips rising and falling on his ruddy shaft. Then he started fucking me slowly, and told me to describe to him exactly what I had done with the black man in the cab of the truck.
It felt so good I could hardly get the words out between the grunts and moans. My cunt was still dripping come from the trucker. I grinned, thinking any minute it would be shot full of my husband's juice as well.
I don't think I stopped coming until the next morning. I came so many times my pussy was sore the next day. It was a night neither of us will ever forget. The trucker had told me before I left that he hoped to see me again. He doesn't know it, but I have seen him twice since then, both times from a distance. Maybe one day we will get together again, and maybe this time my husband can watch and join in.—Name and address withheld by request
FANTASY ISLAND
Denise, my wife, is a tall, twenty-eight-year-old blonde with a gorgeous, well-proportioned figure. She has nice, firm breasts with nipples like large grapes. We are very happily married and enjoy a fantastic sex life together.
Denise loves showing off her beautiful body to me, and on several occasions we had taken topless pictures of her at home. This was a great turn-on for us. She had mentioned several times that she often dreamed of me photographing her topless on a beach, but whenever I told her we should do it she chickened out. For a good reason, too, I must admit. Denise teaches fifth grade at the local grammar school. Since our town is so small, she was afraid someone she knows might see her.
This year for our summer vacation we made reservations at a popular island resort in the Caribbean. Since no one there would possibly know us, we decided it would be the ideal location for us to live out our fantasy. Shortly after we arrived at the resort we decided to go shopping for the skimpiest bathing suit we could find—one she wouldn't dare wear at home. We found a black string bikini that looked perfect. As soon as we got back to the hotel room she tried it on. It looked great. The top hardly concealed her nipples, it was so tiny. The bottom revealed almost all of her firm ass, and we had to shave most of the hair from around her pussy. Just seeing her shaved cunt gave me a hard-on. She looked ravishing.
The island was everything the travel brochure promised it would be. We had sandy beaches, soft breezes, swaying palms, and good food. It was a very romantic setting where one could easily lose his inhibitions, which is exactly what happened to Denise.
On our first full day there we were out on the beach bright and early. We walked along the shore until we found a relatively secluded area, scattered with only a handful of people. We spread our blanket and stretched out under the hot, clear sun. After several minutes of my coaxing, Denise finally got up the courage to remove the top of her new bikini. Her fully exposed breasts were a gorgeous sight, especially the tiny beads of sweat that started forming on them. I took several pictures of her in various poses. My cock was so hard during all this, I thought it was going to explode. My balls ached.
When we returned to the room a short while later, we had some of the greatest sex of our marriage. The impromptu beach photo session had heightened it to a feverish, furious pitch that left us exhausted and drained by the time we finished.
The next day we went back to the same spot on the beach and, even though there were more people there than the previous day, she took her top right off. Her nipples were erect. All the men nearby were blatantly gawking at her. I knew my wife was enjoying the newly acquired attention her body was receiving.
By the third day her top was off even before we got to our spot. Denise had become so turned on by all the attention, she even stood up and pulled the tiny bikini into the crack of her ass, leaving her beautiful cheeks completely exposed. Then, with her tits and ass out for anyone to ogle, she slowly walked across the steaming white sand and into the blue water. I quickly grabbed the camera and started shooting her as she slowly submerged.
She made the trip from the water to the blanket several times, enjoying every minute of it. Once she was coming out of the water just as two young, muscular men were walking by. They stopped to talk with her, and I watched her nipples become erect as she stood there casually flirting with them. Even though I was some distance away I could see the bulges forming in their shorts. After they left she came over and told me the two of them were on vacation from Germany. She had made a date for the four of us to play tennis the next day. Then she asked me to walk back into the water with her.
We walked into the water until the waves lapped at our shoulders. She slipped her hand down my trunks and started rubbing my stiffening cock. She whispered in my ear, “I'm so hot I can't stand it—fuck me right here.” I immediately pulled down my trunks as she pulled off her bikini bottoms. I started rubbing the head of my throbbing cock against her erect clit. She placed her legs around my waist, and I supported her firm ass. Her bare breasts were clearly out of the water for anyone to see. I shoved my dick into her flaming cunt as hard as I could, and we fucked right there in the ocean. The water was so clear, people passing by knew exactly what we were doing. At that point we couldn't have cared less. We both came at the same time. It was terrific!
I returned to the blanket to towel off, leaving her to get some swimming in. When I glanced over at her a little later she was slowly emerging from the ocean, shaking her head back and forth, spraying water from her hair. Then I noticed that she was holding the bottom of her tiny bikini in her hand. She was completely nude! The thin strip of pubic hair covering her pussy was in full view. I grabbed the camera. She obliged my request of going back into the water and walking out again so I could get pictures. We both got so horny we couldn't stand it. After I got enough shots we gathered the blanket and towels and headed for our room as fast as we could.
Denise felt uncomfortable with all the sand and salt on her skin, so she jumped into the shower first thing. When she came out she sat on the edge of the bed with her hot cunt staring me in the face. I immediately got down on my knees so I could taste the inner lips of her hot, wet pussy. She pushed me deeper in. She loves it when I munch on her pussy. I began playing with her clit, and she quickly reached a gigantic climax. She returned the favor by taking my throbbing penis and licking it from bottom to top. Then she slid her beautiful lips down over the head of my throbbing dick. She took all of it into her mouth and made me come right away. She kept at it until she had sucked the absolute last drop of my come into her mouth. Only then did she allow my limp penis to slip slowly out from between her lips.
At dinner that night we talked about what we had been doing for the last few days. Denise said it made her wet just to think about it. We went back to the room and spent all night celebrating our fifth anniversary, drinking champagne and having the greatest sex ima
ginable.
The next afternoon, while we were getting dressed for our tennis match with the two Europeans, I noticed that Denise had put on the shortest tennis skirt she has. (It barely covers her ass cheeks.) She also wore a tight, thin jersey with no bra. I grinned but didn't say a word. She was planning on giving our opponents something to watch besides the tennis ball.
During the first game Denise went up for an overhead smash. Her skirt fluttered up from the breeze, and I gasped—she did not have on any underwear! It was almost impossible for me to concentrate on the match knowing she was on the court without underwear. It was obvious by the size of her nipples biting through her tight top that she was getting a real kick out of all this.
Not surprisingly, we lost the first set. During the second set she had to go back by the fence to retrieve a ball. When she bent over she exposed her gorgeous ass to the two Europeans. Well, needless to say, this completely turned the match around. They were so distracted knowing Denise had no underwear on, they could hardly hit the ball. They were concentrating on her instead of the game. We kept winking and smiling at each other as we won the next two sets.
Afterward they offered to buy us drinks on the patio overlooking the tennis courts. They had ulterior motives, of course. Denise was so wet with perspiration by then that her top had become see-through. If that wasn't enough for these poor guys, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs to tease them with flashes of thigh and bush. Their cocks were probably ready to burst right through their shorts by the time we finished our drinks. When we finally parted, they shook my hand and told me my wife was one of the most beautiful women they had ever seen in their entire lives.
We finally got back to our room and had some heated balling. Denise wanted me to fuck her while her tennis skirt was still on. I have never seen her pussy so wet and juicy as it was that afternoon.—S.R., Palm Springs, California
Masturbation
SOLITARY SUCKING
A couple of years ago I was reading a letter in Forum about a man who wanted to suck himself off. This kind of turned me on, so I thought I'd try it.
I worked up a good, stiff erection, got on my bed, and threw my legs over my head, hooking my toes in the headboard. This left both my hands free. But no matter how much I twisted and turned, I could get my penis only about six inches away and directly over my mouth.
I noticed that my cock was going soft, and so I reached between my legs and began to masturbate. The sight of my stiff, wet cock so close to my mouth drove me wild. With my other hand I began to fondle my balls. My penis stiffened out as never before, and my breathing became long and deep. The head of my cock was soaked and still dripping. The warm feeling emanating from my balls told me that my orgasm was on its pleasurable way.
I looked at my cock and saw it turn livid and begin to throb. Then it began to pump its load. I caught it on my tongue and lips, swallowing it as fast as it came. The fingers of my other hand were still fondling my balls, adding to the pleasure of my outlandish, lust-inspired act. Just thinking of what I was doing made my penis throb and shoot even more. The pleasure that I was getting was out of this world, and I surrendered to it, letting my cock unload.
When it was ay over, I lay back and reveled in my new way to masturbate. I've done this only six or seven times, because it is so overwhelming and because I don't want to spoil a good thing by overindulging. One of these days I intend to do it for my girlfriend to see.—J.F., Sacramento, California
LATE-NIGHT FLIGHT FUN
I am a thirty-four-year-old businessman. My work requires a lot of air travel. Over the past five years I have met and dated numerous stewardesses. I'd been around and thought I'd just about seen it all. That was until I went to Chicago.
My flight was late in the evening. One of the stews was most striking. She looked to be in her thirties, stood almost six feet tall, had long red hair, and was thin. She had fabulous, long dancer's legs and a full, round chest that she proudly displayed by keeping several buttons of her blouse open. I figured she showed off her cleavage so blatantly to see how much attention she could command from the passengers, who were mostly tired businessmen like myself. Whatever the reason, I hit on her after she served my drink, a decision I was later very glad to have made.
Her name was Darlene. She had a cute face with a long jaw, and was easily one of the sexiest-looking women I have ever been attracted to.
Darlene joined me for a drink. We talked and she let me know she wanted more from me than my conversation. She did this by raising the hem of her skirt and opening another button of her blouse to reveal more of her C-, maybe D-cup, tits. They were tucked into a French half-cut bra. Darlene's pink nipple's were the thickest, longest I have ever seen.
Darlene confirmed her availability when she whispered to me, “You know what? There's nothing I like better than a guy with a big cock, and judging from your bulge I think you qualify.”
“And you, my dear, have just said the magic words, “I replied as I reached for my zipper. Darlene's eager hands reached over to my lap, deftly opened my fly, and pulled my hard tool from my pants.
“Oh, I'm glad to see you don't wear any underwear,” she purred. She gripped my hose and began milking my oozing hard-on.
My cockhead was dribbling a steady, heavy flow of sticky pre-come as it perched above Darlene's milking hands. Darlene began to squeeze my nuts one at a time as she expertly stroked, fondled, and handled my meat.
“My God, you are creaming a flood for me, aren't you,” she moaned as my piss-hole poured its copious pre-come over her hands as they continued expertly jerking me off. Darlene continued her fabulous handling of my meat while I caressed her heavy, solid tits and pulled on her long nipples. Suddenly I felt my balls rise and my rod stiffen.
“That's it, give it to me, let me see that gigantic dick spit its hot jism for me. Come on, baby, shoot a heavy load for ol' Darlene,” Darlene whispered. When I finally did burst, I myself was amazed at how much she had turned me on by her expert handjob. When my cock began to blast ropes of semen into the air, Darlene caught each glob in her right palm until I finished busting my nut. Her palm was dripping with my thick, hot seed. She stared at the load of sperm in her palm, then slowly tongued the gooey spunk. Soon she was lustily licking her fingers and slurping from her palm.
When she finally finished, she excused herself, saying she had to go to the ladies' room to clean herself off.
“Bring me your panties when you're through,” I instructed.
“I love it. Sure you can have my panties,” Darlene replied with a gleam in her eyes.
She gave me her soaked panties with her phone number inside them. I sniffed her crotch until I landed. I plan to see her this weekend.—K.G., Charleston, West Virginia
DON'T MOVE THAT CARROT!
It started a few months back when I received a wrong-number call. The guy on the other end sounded so sweet and gentle. There was a bit of loneliness in his voice, too, which I could relate to, so I struck up a conversation. Without exchanging names, we got to know each other. As we talked, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he wanted the phone call to turn into a sexual encounter. It really turned me on to think that, through the anonymity of the phone, I could tell him all the things I've always wanted to do to a handsome stranger. That first call has led to many others. Our agreement is that we will never meet in person. It keeps the relationship mysterious and exciting.
One evening after work I was feeling so horny that, on the drive home, I pulled onto a country road and stripped off my clothes. Freedom at last! But I did put my coat back on because it was winter. It felt so good driving nearly naked. My hard nipples were rubbing against my coat. I couldn't wait to talk with Gary, to hear his strong voice and to finger myself as I listened to him speak. Unable to wait, I called him from a drive-up pay phone. My pussy was as hot as fire when I got him on the line.
He was quite surprised that I was already nude. I told him I was so horny I was calling him from the car,
still miles away from my home. As much as I wanted to listen to him, I found myself instead describing what I would be doing if we were together.
I began by telling him I was rubbing his cock, letting it heat up in my hands while my lips were kissing his earlobes and neck. “I'm applying more and more pressure to your fat cock,” I said breathlessly, “and my hand is sliding up and down the thick, hard shaft.” I pumped his dick with my voice, imagining that my hands were wrapped tightly around the stiff pole.
“Now I'm rolling an ice cube around on the head of your prick,” I continued. “The cold water feels so good as it runs down to your balls. I'm rubbing my nipples with an ice cube too. It's making them as hard as your cock, sending shivers down my spine as the icy water makes its way down my belly and across my clit. Now the cold water is dripping into my pussy. It's so wet and sticky I've got to stick my finger in it.
“Yes, I'm fingering myself now. It feels so good, but I can't have all this pleasure to myself. I lower myself onto your cock and take the bulb into my mouth. It's soft and wet and spongy, and still cool from the ice.”
I could hear Gary moaning, so I took my time, describing every movement of my tongue on his hard shaft. “I'm pressing the tip of my tongue against the long vein on the underside of your prick, Gary. Now I take your whole cock in my mouth and suck. I suck it hard and deep, and you explode. Your come fills my mouth, sweet as pudding. I let it slowly drip down my throat, and keep stroking your cock with my lips until it's drained.”
Once Gary had come, he began talking to me. He told me to rub my finger against my clit, to wiggle the button hard and fast.
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