Then Ann took all the guys on again as I showed Eunice my God-given talent for sucking pussy, which I dearly love to do. The taste of pussy juice, the wet, soft feel of warm pussy lips on my mouth and nose as I lick, suck and tongue-fuck a pussy is absolutely the most exciting thing ever known. What sounds this woman made as I gently slid the hood back off her swollen clitoris, softly rotating my tongue around its sensitive stem. I fit my lips around it and applied steady suction. Then as I put my thumb in her pussy hole and my middle finger in her hot asshole I coordinated my movements and my sucking!
Oh yeah, I’m good, really good, and Eunice was singing my praises. Then Carl, William, Hector and A.C. all squirted their hot juicy come loads in and around Ann. I hungrily licked up every drop I could get my mouth on.
As I finish this letter, writing with my right hand, I’ve got my throbbing dick, eight inches long and two and three quarters inches wide, in my left hand. My low-hanging come-filled balls swing back and forth as I slowly smoke my meat. Oh baby, here comes that hot come! Watch it spurt long-distance, men pour out like a pearly white rope.—A.M., New Orleans, Louisiana
Booty time
NO SALESMAN ALIVE WOULD MIND GETTING JERKED AROUND LIKE THIS
Like most girls I enjoy going shopping every chance I get, but sometimes what I’m shopping for isn’t necessarily on a store’s shelves.
I should confess up front that I’m very into anal sex. There’s nothing more exciting to me than feeling a new man’s hard dick filling my ass up. Normal sex simply doesn’t give me the same dirty, all-encompassing thrill as a good butt-fucking from a guy I’ve just met.
The funny thing is that my ass isn’t the first thing guys notice when they look at me. Don’t get me wrong—my butt is nice and firm and high, but I keep getting told that my legs are my best feature. Even other women have commented that they wish they had legs that look like mine.
There’s a saying that winners are people who use what they have to get what they want. For me, that means luring guys with my legs, then convincing them to pleasure my ass. Luckily for me, most leg-men are so worshipful and obsessed that they eagerly agree to lick my asshole for hours before fucking me in that hot, tight hole.
The best place to find guys like that is in a shoe store. I’ve always had a theory that most of the men who work at those places take more than just a professional interest in their customers.
At a tiny shop near the office where I work, the only salesman on duty seemed to have a lot of trouble meeting my eyes. It seemed like he was a lot more interested in staring below my waist. He was so cute I just had to have him.
“I’d like some pumps,” I told him, hoping he understood my double entendre. “Maybe something with a nice, tall heel.”
He ran a finger around the inside of his collar because he was actually breaking out in a sweat! “What size?” he asked.
“Gee, I’m not sure,” I replied. “You might have to measure me.” I hiked up my skirt a little before sitting down in a chair. He took a seat on the wooden stool in front of me. When I lifted my foot to place it on the footrest, my thighs parted just enough to let him get a look up my skirt and between my legs.
Although my outfit was a no-nonsense nine-to-five get-up, I was bare under my skirt. I made a point to sit far enough forward so the salesman could see my pussy. Shifting my weight, I made sure he could see the dark cleft between my ass cheeks, where my lonely little asshole eagerly awaited his attention.
He carefully slipped off my low-heeled shoe and fumbled with the Brannock scale to get my shoe size. I could see his cock start to stiffen through the front of his pants. “Looks like you’re a size five,” he said. I playfully took my stockinged foot and rubbed the sole against his crotch, feeling the big, hard log of his dick. He nervously looked from side to side, but we were still alone in the store.
“Don’t worry,” I told the salesman, whose nametag identified him as Chuck. “Just enjoy it.” I rubbed his dick up and down a little harder with my foot, clenching my toes around his shaft and giving it a little squeeze. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath through his nose. He was clearly in ecstasy.
“If you keep your eyes shut like that, you’ll miss the show,” I whispered softly. When Chuck opened his eyes, I tugged my skirt up higher so it was gathered around my hips, giving him a much better view of my cunt and my asscrack.
I casually reached down and spread my cuntlips with two fingers, showing off the pink inner folds of my pussy. Then I moved my fingers a little lower. He stared like he was hypnotized as I pushed the tip of a finger up my ass. I worked it in and out a little, all the while rubbing my foot up and down his bulging dick. “I sure wish I had a big cock like yours stuck in my ass,” I whispered. “Would you like to fuck my asshole for me?”
By this time I had my cheeks spread wide. I knew he could see my butthole gripping my probing finger. Chuck’s voice was husky when he said, “Fuck yes!”
“Then why don’t we go into that back room over there?” I stood up before he could answer. I could practically feel the heat of his stare on my backside as he followed me through a hanging curtain.
I leaned over so my ass was sticking up and placed my hands against a shelf full of shoeboxes for support Chuck pushed my skirt up over my rump. He fell to his knees behind me. I gasped with pleasure as I felt his tongue slide up and down my crack.
“Stop teasing me and lick my asshole,” I said. “I want to feel your tongue in there, and I want it to go in deep.”
Just as I expected, he was eager to do my bidding. As the tip of his warm tongue circled my anus, I let my asshole flex open. His tongue plunged inside like a slippery little cock. I let out a long sigh, loving what he was doing. Five minutes ago we had been complete strangers, then he was massaging my asshole with his tongue.
“Fuck me now,” I said, eager to move on to the main event. “I need to get fucked in the ass.”
Chuck got his pants down fast. His stiff cockhead rubbed against my cunt from behind.
“Not there,” I said impatiently. “Stick it up my ass!”
He moved his prick upward so it pressed against my sphincter. The lubrication of his saliva was all I needed back there, and it was all I wanted. Too much wetness ruins a good assfuck. The friction is part of what gets me off.
I pressed my butt back against his dick at the same time that he pushed his rigid pole up my ass. I heard him grunt when he was all the way in. As he started plunging his prick in and out of my asshole, I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. I was out of my mind with excitement.
“Shoot everything you’ve got up my shitter,” I said, “right up my nasty asshole.” Hearing me talk so vulgarly seemed to flip a trigger in Chuck. He fucked me harder, sinking his meat in me faster and faster. I felt his cock swell and begin to throb. He gave a little whimper then cried out as he came. My bowels accepted every hot jet of his come.
Suddenly we heard the bell ring. Another customer was in the store. A woman asked, “Is anyone here?”
Chuck’s cock was still embedded in my ass. He called out from behind the back room curtain, “Sorry, we’re taking inventory. Can you come back later?”
We heard the outer door open and close again as the potential customer departed. I wiggled my butt against Chuck’s crotch. His dick was getting stiff all over again.
I reached between my legs to finger his balls. I asked, “Any chance of a two-for-one sale today?”
All he said was, “You’re fucking amazing.” Then he went back to pumping in and out of my wonderful ass. I knew that I definitely had picked a winner when I selected this particular salesman to seduce.
There’s another happy ending to my story. I left the store with a one hundred percent discount on five pairs of shoes!—L.M., Boston, Massachusetts
WHY THIS MAGAZINE SHOULD BE ON EVERY SINGLE MAN’S COFFEE TABLE
Some women don’t-understand why guys are so fascinated with anal sex. They think the whole idea of butt-
fucking is dirty and unnatural and would rather die than let some man put his prick anywhere near their precious little backsides. I’m glad I’m not one of them, because those silly prudes don’t know what they’re missing.
I’m a girl who’s been to bed with all kinds of men since I moved away from home to attend college in a large metropolitan city last year. I have to admit that my favorite lovers have always been those special guys who know how to enjoy everything that a girl possesses below the waist, not just her pussy.
I found a copy of your magazine sitting in plain sight at the apartment of a guy I’ve been seeing for a while. At first Kevin acted embarrassed, like he was afraid I was going to insult his taste in reading material. To tell you the truth, I kind of got the impression that was what he wanted me to do all along. I’ve noticed sometimes that he enjoys when I have the upper hand and take control of a situation. For example, he never seems to mind that I tell him to kiss and lick my buttcrack for a good, long time before I let him fuck me there. By the time I finally give him the go-ahead to slide his dick up my rear end, he’s as hard as steel and ready to come.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
When I found your magazine and saw Kevin turn red, I decided to give him the kind of reaction he obviously thought he deserved. I held it in his face and said, “What the hell is this? Do you think that I’m not enough woman for you?” I threw the magazine in his lap, pretending righteous indignation.
“No, it’s not like that. It’s not like that at all,” Kevin sputtered. “I just like to—”
I cut him off. “You like to what? Masturbate to dirty stories about other women’s assholes? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He was sitting on his couch. I was standing so I could look down on him in both senses of the phrase. “Maybe you don’t think you’re getting enough of the real thing, is that it? Here, take a look at this. Then you tell me which you like better’—fantasy or reality.”
I turned my back to him and slowly pulled up my skirt. I was going to tease him for all I was worth.
One of the first things I learned when I started dating is that all men love garterbelts. The sight of silver garters attached to a nice pair of nylon stockings will give any guy an instant hard-on. And my darling little Kevin is no exception.
I hiked my skirt higher so he could see the gentle swell of my thighs above my stocking tops. Then the crotch of my silver satin panties came into view along with my hard buttcheeks. I was certain that he could probably smell my pussy too. Taunting him like that was making me horny as hell, and I could feel my pussylips starting to get sticky.
I used my fingers to wedge the back of my panties into my crack like a thong, so my bare cheeks were hanging out. Kevin cupped them in his strong hands.
“You like my sweet ass, don’t you?” I said. ‘T’ ll bet you’d just love to stick your tongue out and lick it, wouldn’t you?”
Kevin practically whimpered. “God yes,” he said, leaning forward. “Please let me do it!”
“Give me that magazine first,” I said, pushing him away.
Kevin handed me your fine publication. I flipped through it. “Oh, isn’t this girl pretty?” I asked, looking at one of your models who was holding her cheeks apart to display her asshole. “And this one is really sexy, too, don’t you think?” Kevin nodded like he didn’t know if he should agree with me or not.
I flipped through a few more pages. “I’ll bet I could send in a pretty hot letter myself, if you gave me something good to write about,” I said “Do you think you could do that?”
I pushed my butt back against his face. That was all he could take. He yanked my panties down to my knees. Then he opened his mouth wide and practically devoured my crack. He licked me all the way from the small of my back to my pussy and back up again. After he rimmed my asshole for a few minutes, he gave it a long, deep French kiss.
I just had to play with myself. I fingered my pussy while Kevin probed my pooper with his wet tongue. Finally I decided that I wanted something more substantial up my ass.
“I want you to fuck me now,” I said. “Go get some lube and get me ready for your dick, baby.”
Kevin hurried to the bedroom. I stretched out on the couch face-down. I lay there like a queen while he spread my buttcheeks and squirted lube against my asshole.
“Work it in with your fingers,” I said, resting my face on a pillow. “And please do a good job of it.”
I felt two of his thick fingers push into my butt, greasing me up. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “That’s nice,” I sighed. “That’s perfect.”
Kevin stripped down. He straddled my body on the couch and positioned his tool against my back-hole. He took a long time getting inside me, because my asshole is still pretty tight. Once he was in, though, I relaxed enough to let him fuck my ass like it was my creamy pussy.
I worked my clit while he boned my ass. When I made myself climax, the contractions of my pussy and ass made Kevin come too. I felt his semen squishing out around his cock and running down my thighs.
Afterward, I asked him to sit at my computer and type this letter while I dictated it to him. He seems to be enjoying what I’ve said so far. I can tell by the way his dick has stayed hard the whole time.—C.S., Bryan, Texas
A STUD ON VACATION LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF BEACH BUM
In exchange for replacing a head gasket on his car, a buddy of mine said I could use his beach house for a week. I planned to take my girlfriend with me, but we broke up two days before we were supposed to hit the road. Just my luck. But since I had already taken the time off from work, I made the trip solo.
The house was kind of a dump, but when I looked out the back door I suddenly didn’t mind. Between the tiny backyard and the beach was a sidewalk, which meant I had a great view of everyone walking past. Best of all, there was an outdoor shower only a few feet away from the back gate. It was nothing more elaborate than a six-foot pipe sticking up from the ground with an on-off handle and a showerhead, but the first time I saw a girl use it, I nearly popped my load.
She was covered in sand, like she had been rolling around on the beach or something, and her bikini barely contained her big tits and her incredible ass. She had a great body, with nicely toned legs and arms, but her butt was her best feature. Her cheeks were wide and firm-looking, and her ass cleavage was so deep that water and sand funneled down between them into the seat of her bikini bottom.
She reached back and ran a finger inside one of her leg-bands so she could hold it away from her body and let the water wash down her legs. She took a quick look around but she didn’t see me watching her from the house. Thinking that she was unobserved, she pulled the back of her bikini bottom completely away from her ass and let water stream through it.
From my angle, I could see right through that open leg-hole to her bare crotch. Her pussy had thick, meaty lips. I could even make out the sight of her crinkled asshole in the dark space above her split. I wanted to finger it, lick it, fuck it. I grabbed my dick through my shorts and started stroking myself.
From the look on her face, the brunette obviously was enjoying the sensation of the water beating against her crack, letting a fingertip play around her anus for a few brief, tantalizing seconds. I wished I could take that lucky finger in my mouth and suck it.
Then the girl let her bikini bottom snap back into place. She moved around underneath the showerhead and rinsed off. I was on the verge of coming when she looked in my direction for the first time.
Her eyes went big with shock, but then she surprised the shit out of me by flashing a little grin. I took my hand out from the front of my shorts, hoping that she hadn’t noticed what I was doing.
She turned off the shower and squeezed the water out of her hair. Then she walked through the beach house’s back gate as nonchalantly as if she owned the place.
I stepped through the back door. “Hi,” I said, praying that the hard-on in my shorts wasn’t too obvious.
“Hi,”
she answered. “Are you a friend of Billy’s?”
I was damned impressed that Billy knew a girl as hot as she was. “Yeah, I am. He’s letting me use the place for a few days. He couldn’t make it himself, though.”
She frowned. “That’s too bad. He’s a great guy to party with.”
I hoped this was my opportunity. “I’ve got some grass inside if you’re interested in getting high.”
Her eyes lit up as if I had just told her she won the lottery. “Is it good stuff?”
“Nothing but the best.”
Five minutes later we were sitting on the couch sharing hits off a generously large joint. “Smoking always makes me horny,” she said, scooting closer to me. “How about you?”
“Watching you shower already got me pretty horny.”
She giggled. “Well, are you planning to do anything about it?”
“Maybe,” I said, laughing a little bit. I wasn’t sure if she was just fucking with me or if she really wanted to fuck me.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want,” she said, “and we’ll see if we can take it from there.”
I guess I must have had a hunch about how wild she was because I blurted out, “What I want? What I want is to eat out your asshole and then I want to fuck it.”
She didn’t look surprised, much less shocked. She took a long drag off the joint, held it in and slowly exhaled. Then she stood up, bent at the waist and backed her butt up against my face, rubbing the skimpy material of her wet bikini bottom against my mouth. “Go for it, big boy,” she said. “Let’s see just how good you are.”
I wasn’t about to waste any time and let her change her mind. I whipped her swimsuit down her thighs until she was standing bare-assed. I put my hands on her cheeks to spread them wide. My thumbs were on either side of her puckered asshole so I could stretch it open sideways. I ran my tongue around the rim of her anus, then pushed it deep inside her hole. I was so turned on by the taste and smell of her ass that it felt like my head was going to explode.
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