I took Terry's panties off. She opened her legs wide, and I nibbled the insides of her thighs. I then licked her gigantic pussy lips for a while before pulling them back to work on the inside. She was moaning a lot and becoming wetter and wetter as I sucked and licked. I inserted my tongue into her love hole, then pulled it out quickly and tickled her clit. This put her right over the top. She was screaming with pleasure and gripping my head between her legs. My face was soaking wet. I never knew a woman could come so much.
At last she told me to fuck her. I jumped to it, plunging my eight-inch cock deep into her sweet, hot, tight pussy. Terry was bucking wildly and tearing at me. She grabbed me by the ass and pulled me into her as hard as she could. I shot a streaming load that seemed as if it would never end.
Terry asked me where I learned to do the things I'd done to her, but I just smiled and said nothing. To her surprise my cock was still as hard as a rock. She grabbed it and began rubbing her tongue over the head until I almost wriggled out of bed. She caressed my balls and began sucking them while stroking my dick at the same time.
“I'm going to come if you keep that up,” I told her, but a moment later she pinched my cockhead with her fingers and did something to take away the sensation.
“That's the squeeze technique,” she told me. She then took my whole prick deep into her warm mouth, slowly moving up and down on it. Her mouth was like a hot, wet, vacuum cleaner, and it wasn't long before I exploded again. She slurped up the leftover semen and again was amazed to see that I was still hard.
I knew our encounter would not be complete until I'd fucked that inviting ass of hers, which was fine with Terry. She began thrusting her ass up at me. I kissed it all over, and even put my tongue in her asshole. I warmed and lubricated her asshole using plenty of saliva, then I pressed the tip of my cock against her hot hole. She let out a little yell and began bucking and ripping a pillow apart as I worked my cock inside her. I reached down and played with her clit, which got her off just as I was shooting a good load of jism deep inside her ass.
On my way out Andy thanked me for showing Terry such a good time.—Name and address withheld
MIND OVER MATTER
I dedicate this letter to a very special man in my life.
I might as well be honest. Over the past six months I've had dates with over thirty-five different men, and I've had sex with more than half of them. The man to whom I'm dedicating this letter has tamed me, somewhat.
We met in a bar. He told me his nickname, which made me curious and flirtatious right from the start. It's Bones. His friends call him that because he has several degrees already, and now he is going for a master's in psychology. That impressed me because I have a thing for smart guys. Anyway, to get on with my story, Bones and I went home to my place the night I met him. The only thing I told him on our way home was that I liked anal sex very much, and that it's a rare man who is gentle enough to do it right. Bones was that man.
We relaxed in my bedroom with our clothes on for some time when we arrived at my place. After a while we had built up the motivation to have raw, hungry sex. It was great. I sucked on his cock for some time and he really knew how to enjoy it. I couldn't believe what a nice touch he had. He would gently stroke my face and himself while I was sucking. But I became impatient. I had to have him inside me. I was hoping he would enter me from behind, and he did. I knelt on the bed while he positioned himself behind me. He thrust hard at first, but then eased up for a long ride. I told him to put his thumb in my ass, because I knew his throbbing cock would be there soon. While he was pumping my cunt I would rub my clit and grab his balls at the same time. Then I told him I was ready to come and that I wanted it in my butt.
Just before I came, he did as I asked. He put his cock in my ass and I came several times—eight or nine, to be exact. Each time I came I squeezed my cunt and rubbed my clit, arching my back and moaning all the while. Bones more than took care of my sexual needs for that night, and he's done it on several more nights since that one.
I've decided that I also want to dedicate this letter to those guys out there who are trying to work their way through college. I know how hard it is, but keep up the good work. I'll be the first to admit that I don't have a degree in anything, but my brainy lover makes me feel as hot as one hundred and fifty degrees—and that's a wonderful feeling.—D.S., Baltimore, Maryland
Group Sex
THE GIFT THAT KEEPS GIVING
My girlfriend, Mary, and I share an apartment in Anchorage, Alaska, and the night before I left town on business for a few weeks, we went out to dinner and to a bottomless disco bar (at her request, because she was curious).
As we sat watching the show, the subject of my birthday came up. She asked me what I wanted for a present. I pointed to the stage and said, “See the young one on the right?” She said, “That's pretty sexy. I'll see what I can do.” We both laughed about it, and I said, “Well, you asked me!”—and I soon forgot about it.
Well, last Saturday I flew into Anchorage to celebrate my birthday, and after picking me up at the airport and driving back to our apartment, my girlfriend said, “Your present will be here tonight.” I still didn't give it much thought—after all, it was just another birthday present.
About half an hour later, while we were talking and having another birthday drink, there was a knock on the door. Mary said, “That must be her.” I asked, “Who?” And she said, “Your birthday present.”
Mary went to the door and returned with a girl who was tall, slim (but not too slim), beautiful—and had eyes that showed her approval when Mary introduced me as the “birthday boy.” She was young and delicious.
Mary apologized for not getting the dancer I had pointed out, but explained that this gal was only nineteen and that it was her first professional job. I could hardly believe it, but my cock must have, because I was as hard as the permafrost we have up here.
Mary gave me a phone number and asked me to call her when we were done. Smiling devilishly at me, she went out the door.
I felt a little awkward, and the girl was obviously nervous, too. We had a few drinks and made some small talk, and soon we were both very relaxed. Finally, I said, “Well, why don't we go into the bedroom?” She smiled as I took her soft hand and led her into the bedroom.
I can't describe the feeling as she slowly stripped the clothes from her long, slender body and, getting in bed, molded her young body against me. She held me tightly, as if afraid, but her body grew warm and pliable as my hands explored it. Her kisses—tender at first—became wild. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue as my hand found her pussy. As I moved my mouth down across her hard nippled breasts to her belly button, her body began to shake in anticipation. By the time I got to her clit, I was surprised to find out how small her pussy was. I was able to cover the whole thing with my mouth as I sucked and licked it. In the meantime, she had twisted around and was working with tender nips and licks on my eight-inch cock. Soon, she pushed hard against me with her sweet little pussy, and she came once in a long, low moan.
But, seeing that I was still hard, she repositioned herself between my legs. I looked down into her eyes, which were smiling up at me with a pouting, hungry look, as she moved her mouth forward and sucked me slowly into her mouth. It wasn't long before I shot a load into her tender mouth and had her gulping to swallow it all. And all the time she was looking into my eyes, loving every drop.
We had both been asleep for a few minutes when we heard the door open—and there was Mary. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered. “You've been at it for two hours.” She then turned and went into the living room.
I suggested to the girl that we ask Mary to join us and, with her approval, I went to get Mary—who kept saying no until the girl came out and said, “Come on, Mary. It's really good.”
I took Mary by one hand, the girl took her by the other, and we all went back into the bedroom. Mary sat at the end of the bed as I laid the-girl down and spread her legs so Mary could see
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“Have you ever seen such a small pussy?” I asked. Spreading the lips and smoothing back the sparse hair, I held it open for a couple of seconds. Then I began to eat the girl while Mary continued to watch. I soon heard a moan and looked back at Mary, who was rubbing herself (her dress was hiked above her waist) and was having a hell of an orgasm.
Mary left us alone then, hinting that it was time for her to go. So the girl and I fucked until morning.
When Mary returned with breakfast for three on a tray, she whispered, “Happy Birthday!” and held me close. I said I'd never forget this birthday, and the girl smiled and said she wouldn't either.
Later, when I thanked Mary again for the present, she said, “Every man should have a nineteen-year-old on his forty-fifth birthday. Next year I'll get you an eighteen-year-old.”
I never thought I'd say it, but I'm actually looking forward to my next birthday.—T.B., Anchorage, Alaska
BOTTOMS UP, BOYS!
I'm usually a pretty quiet girl, but give me a couple of drinks and all hell can break loose.
I woke up this morning with a terrible headache. It was the morning after our baseball wind-up party, and my entire body hurt. The apartment was in a shambles. I remembered having a lot of fun with the guys.
“You want to watch the tape we made last night?” my boyfriend asked.
I told him I did. He got up, went over to the television, and placed a tape into the VCR. He hit the play button. I stared at the scene of the party that appeared on the screen.
It was pretty late, and almost everyone had left. There was only me, my friend Laura, and about eight guys. Someone suggested we put on a stag movie, but I got up and said, “No. Live entertainment is always better.” I started to do a striptease in the middle of the room. All the guys cheered me on. I climbed up on the coffee table and kicked off my pants, then slowly ran my fingers inside my panties and rubbed my curt. Then I undid my bra and let it fly across the room. I pushed my tits up and licked my nipples. My panties were next to be removed. I started playing with my cunt. “Now I'll show you a real show,” I shouted.
I walked over to Laura, took her by the hand and pulled her toward the table. She was reluctant, but everybody started shouting, “Come on, Laura, do it!” and she gave in. She stood there as I slowly undressed her. When I had her naked, I started licking her nipples, working my way down to her pussy. She lay down on the table, and I climbed on top of her in a 69 position. We ate each other out for the longest time. I loved the taste of her pussy. Neither of us were bi—we just felt like trying it.
I sucked her hard clit while sliding my index finger in and out of her wet pussy. She was doing the same to me. It felt great, but it got even better when two of the guys came over. They stood at each end of us and drove their cocks into our cunts. Our tongues continued to flick each other's clit as the cocks kept banging in and out. It felt great having a man's huge cock and a woman's soft tongue working on me at the same time.
It wasn't long before the guy in Laura came. I tasted his come as it ran out of her cunt. Then I got up off Laura and two of the guys took her over to the couch. She sat on one and took the other in her mouth. I lay back on the coffee table and said, “I'll fuck the rest of you—if you can handle me.”
One guy came over, held my legs up in the air and drove his cock into me without warning. I thought I was in heaven as his cock drilled in and out, in and out. Another guy knelt at the other end of the coffee table. I bent my head back, and he drove his cock into my mouth. The next thing I knew I had a cock in each hand.
The guy in my mouth was the first to come. He caught me by surprise, and I almost choked as he filled my mouth with sweet-tasting come. He held my head with his hands and continued pumping my mouth. I kept swallowing until he pulled out. Then there was another cock in my mouth. He started to come and yet another load went down my throat. Just then, the guy fucking my cunt started coming. He pulled out and shot his load all over.
Another cock was soon sliding in and out of my pussy. It wasn't long before I felt a warm rush inside as he let go in me. I went back to sucking somebody, and soon more come was filling my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could.
Because my back was sore, I got off the coffee table and knelt on the floor. I took a soft cock in my mouth and proceeded to get it hard. While I did that, someone came from behind and slammed his cock into me. He was no sooner done than someone else ran their flagpole up my cunt. When he was done, someone turned me over and fucked my tits. I held my tits tight around his cock as he rocked back and forth between them. When he finally started coming, I tried to catch as much of it as I could in my mouth.
I figured I must have fucked everyone there at least two or three times that night. I'm sure everyone blew a load in my eager mouth at least once. I can't really be sure, because the camcorder ran out of tape.
It was a fantastic night. I don't regret what happened, but I don't think I'll drink when there's more than one or two guys around anymore. Well, maybe three or four, but that's it.—K.T., New York, New York
THE ICEBREAKER
I attend a state university in upstate New York and finally had the type of adventure that I've been waiting for since I first began to read Penthouse Forum a couple of years ago. As it happened, I had to drive up to school in the middle of snowstorm last winter. I was with two female riders who were very pretty but very unfriendly. Halfway up to school the car got stuck in a huge snowbank, and before I knew it the car was covered with snow.
The girls showed signs of panic, so I tried to convince them that everything would be all right. They started to talk about being buried alive and about how much they would miss getting laid!
Before I could voice my opinion, Cindy (a small blonde with a really fine ass) had her hand in my pants and had a firm grip on my very surprised cock. Meanwhile, Eileen (a brunette with huge tits) was rubbing Cindy's crotch to the same rhythm that Cindy was working my tool. I couldn't believe that this adventure was happening to me! Next thing I knew, we were all stripped and in the backseat of my car, having the time of our lives. Cindy and Eileen were really getting into each other, and their girl-to-girl gig turned me on more than I imagined it could. Eileen's rapid tongue darted in and out of Cindy's blond bush and Cindy was joyfully playing with Eileen's silver-dollar-sized nipples. The cold was rapidly taking its toll on my now flagging penis. Cindy, noticing this, quickly warmed it back to its previous rock-hard state by using her obviously experienced tongue and mouth. When I was about to explode, the girls switched off and Eileen took my throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked down every last drop of my semen.
We took a quick breather and, realizing that our survival meant maintaining body warmth, got right back into things. I started to eat out Eileen while Cindy fondled my balls. The next thing I knew, Cindy mounted me and took my entire eight inches into her hot hole. Cindy's moaning, groaning, and wild gyrations took my attention away from Eileen, who inserted my fingers into her cunt. We all erupted more or less at the same time.
Taking another breather and realizing we didn't have enough energy to continue the present mode of heating, we put our clothes back on and huddled together to wait for our rescue. After a two-hour wait and one more fuck session, we were rescued by the state police.
Eileen and Cindy went back to their unfriendly ways, and when we bump into each other on campus all I get is a quick smile. But I still remember the ride up to school (and I can tell that the girls do too), and I will never forget that threesome in my four-wheeled igloo.—Name and address withheld by request
MIAMI SPICE
I read your magazine every chance I get. I'm twenty-eight, six foot one, and I work in the sales department for a large company. My job requires me to attend conventions at least once a month. My letter concerns something that happened on my last convention.
The convention was in Miami. As usual, I spent the first two days meeting the vendors. By Wednesday things were going full blast. I never thoug
ht the day would end. We finally wrapped things up around ten in the evening.
Afterward I headed back to the hotel and stopped in the lounge. I was on my second vodka when I noticed a striking blonde at the other end of the bar. She looked to be in her early forties and was extremely well built. The man she was with looked to be in his fifties. I had seen him at a few of the meetings. He caught my eye and motioned for me to come over and join them. I really didn't feel like talking shop, but decided it was better than drinking alone. When I got to their table, he introduced himself as Martin and his wife, Liz.
We started discussing the convention until Liz got bored hearing about it and pleaded for us to change the topic of conversation. She asked me if I would like to dance with her. I looked over at Martin and he said, “Go ahead. I'm bushed and she's been wanting to dance all night.”
When she stood up she looked even better. She was about five foot six and only slightly over a hundred pounds. Her figure looked to be about 36-27-36. We danced a fast number, then a slow one. She enjoyed snuggling. I felt a little uncomfortable, but she put me at ease by telling me Martin liked to see men holding her close.
She kissed me on the neck a few times, and my cock was growing by the second. She asked if I would like to have some fun before it got too late. I said, “Sure, but what about Martin?”
She said, “He'll be part of it.”
When we got back to the table, Martin was gone. I asked where he was and she said, “He's waiting for us.” We finished our drinks and took off for her room.
When we got to the room Martin was sitting in his shorts, sipping on a drink. She asked me to unzip her dress. Off it came. Her black bra and bikini soon followed. I started taking off my shirt. She was busy with my belt and zipper, and soon I was down to my shorts like Martin. Then she pulled them off and said, “Oh, yes. God, it's beautiful.”
My cock is about eight inches and pretty wide. She lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide, and said, “Come on. Let's 69.” I knelt above her head and she started sucking on my cock, taking almost all of it in her mouth. I leaned over and started eating her sweet pussy. She was sopping wet with love juice, and it wasn't long before she started moaning loudly. Her ass came off the bed, and she flooded my mouth with her come.
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