My hands trembled so much I couldn’t unlock the door fast enough. We began ripping each other’s clothes off before we even made it to the top of the stairs. When we made it to my bedroom, he stood there with his cock rigid and standing out like a large coat hook. Then I told him I wanted to try out my new camera on him. I wanted pictures of him in the buff, I said, to capture his perfection with my new lens. He didn’t hesitate to oblige, but being an experienced photographer himself he said he wanted everything to be perfect. He said the photos would come out even better if his rod was moistened first.
I ran back down to the living room to get my camera and he was right behind me. As I stood gathering my equipment, he wasted no time raising my skirt to my waist, pulling down my sheer black thong and inserting his manhood into my cunt. I was speechless for a moment, and before long I was drawing in deep, guttural breaths.
After he fucked me for a few minutes, he withdrew from my pussy and asked me to photograph his long, wet schlong. It was erect and beautiful, and he was absolutely right: My juices shining on his dick made every bump, ridge and vein more pronounced.
At first he posed standing like the statue of David, except that his features were even more perfect. I walked him over to the couch, lay between his legs and took a shot of his massive pole from underneath. Then I took a few shots in profile, as his dick stood up like the Washington Monument.
My clit was throbbing mercilessly, and I finally had to wrap my mouth around his rod, which was still moist with my warm juice. Being able to taste myself on his dick really brought out the beast in me. As I held his cock in my hand, I noticed that my jism had trickled down the shaft to his swollen nut sack. I stretched my tongue out as far as it would go and made long, sweeping strokes around his balls to lick him clean.
He had surprised me by showing up with shaven balls that day. They were so smooth that I could maneuver my way around them with ease. I took each of them into my mouth, my tongue performing figure-eights, swirling up and down and all around. I didn’t want to leave those delicious nuts of his, but I did want to dine on his dick, so I made my way back up to his rod.
I moved my tongue back and forth, applying gentle pressure at the base of his penis while I held the shaft in my hand. I heard him moaning softly then saw his head fall back against the cushions as if he was in a trance. I loved being in control. His firm dick bounced up and down as if begging me to engulf it entirely. No, no, I wouldn’t rush this moment, I thought to myself. Although I wanted to take him completely right then, I started working the length of his tool slowly and gently, leaving sweet butterfly kisses along its length. That only lasted a few moments, because my passion was rising to a point where the only thing I could think of was wrapping my wet pussy lips around it.
I began to swirl my tongue around his girth while I jerked his prick feverishly. My sucking turned into loud slurping, and I began bobbing up and down on his shaft at record speed. I could tell that he was ready to burst, but I wanted to lower myself onto his dick before he did. I had to feel him pump my pussy. I had to feel his fullness inside me.
Hardly even conscious of what I was doing, I slowly began to undulate on his dick. His eyes opened wide when I told him I was trying some belly-dancing moves on him. I’d never seen such satisfaction on a man’s face before. I could feel the come building up inside his dick, but before he could spurt I hopped off, got my camera ready and told him that I wanted to catch his blast of come in midstream.
He grabbed his straining manhood and stroked it until he exploded. His jism shot out in long white trails while I tripped the shutter over and over, getting lots of incredible shots. After cleaning him up, I curled up around him and we napped for the rest of the afternoon.
—Y.S., Cairo, Illinois
A TALE OF ONE PASSIONATE NIGHT AMONG MANY IN A LONG-TERM LOVE AFFAIR
Pamela and I have been lovers for more than a decade. In the old days we were able to have sex three or four times a week, but now we live so far apart that we’re lucky if we manage to get together two or three times a year.
She likes her orgasms on a regular basis, so every month for the past ten years or so I’ve been sending her Penthouse Letters. She can’t buy it in her town, and she loves to lie on her couch with one leg over the back and the other foot on the floor, read the letters and do fingerjobs on her naked pussy. Sometimes we talk on the phone and tell each other what we’d be doing if we were together, and we get ourselves off. I hope you print this letter. I know she’d love to read it and see how much I miss her.
This story goes back to when we were younger and living in the same town. Pamela is about five foot six and weighs one hundred ten pounds. She has a great smile, a pretty face—and it gets better from there on down. Her slim waist and flat stomach are set off by a lovely pair of boobs which jut out from her chest as proud as they are beautiful. They are perfectly round and have no sag whatsoever. Her nipples are permanently erect and about the size of a baby’s fingertip. When I tweak them with my thumb or my tongue, she moans and they get hard as marbles. Her ass is as close to perfection as a woman’s ass can get.
I needed her loving one night, so I stopped by to see what we could do about it. It took her more than ten minutes to answer the door, so I asked if I had come at a bad time. She gave me an impish grin, said, “No, your timing is perfect,” and asked me to come inside.
She was wearing short cut-offs, a skimpy T-shirt with no bra, and she was barefoot. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and tied with a thin yellow ribbon. She looked so sexy that just watching her walk in front of me nearly gave me a hard-on.
She took my hand and led me into the living room. Standing in front of the couch, she gave me a long warm kiss, pulling me tight against her and dropping her hands down to my ass. When she sat on the couch I leaned over for another kiss, but she spread her legs, pushed me down to my knees between them and started unbuttoning her shorts. As I began to kiss her inner thighs, the delicious aroma of her pussy filled my nostrils. I ran my tongue up the inside of her leg from her knee and then helped her to slide out of the cut-offs. As I had come to expect whenever I was with her, Pamela wasn’t wearing any panties.
She spread her legs again and I could see that the hair around her pussy was smeared with lube. She put a hand on either side of her cunt and pulled her lips apart to open herself up, a not-too-subtle invitation for me to eat her. Her bush glistened with moisture, reflecting the dim light in the room. The puffiness of her lips told me that she’d been rubbing herself before I arrived, and from the looks of her cunt she had already gotten off a couple of times. Bending forward to lick her twat, I saw that her clit had come out of its cave and was standing at rigid attention. I absolutely love her clit—it’s as big as a grape and surrounded by lots of loose suckable flesh.
I leaned in and gave her open pussy a long, slow lick and then softly sucked the juices off her clit. As always she tasted fantastic. I licked the rest of her pussy with firm, deliberate strokes and then spread her lips and stuck my tongue deep into her cunt. I face-fucked her for a few minutes before she grabbed my head and pulled me tightly against her. She wanted me to get down to the business of getting her off.
I lapped up all her cream and sucked her clit into my mouth. I gently lapped around the sides of it and ran my tongue over the tip. She groaned and humped up against my face. She had begun rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples, a sure sign that she was ready to climax. Her boobs don’t sag when she’s on her back, which makes for a very sexy view when I’m down between her legs. I reached up and massaged those tits, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. By the moan she gave out, I could tell that this gal was in heat.
I slowly flicked my tongue over the end of her clit while I held the tip between my lips. I heard her sigh softly before she spread her legs a little wider. I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her up towards my face. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders and pushed her cunt forward to meet me. I kept sucking
on her clit and started to flick my tongue harder and faster to help her come.
She took it as long as she could before the tension was unbearable and she gasped, “Oh god! Oh god!” like she always does just before she comes. She let go with two loud grunts, her pussy jerking against my face again and again until she was finished. I let go of her clit and just lapped around the base of it with a soft, broad tongue. She had released another huge quantity of cunt juice, and my face was soaking wet from nose to chin.
She took her legs off my shoulders and said, “I want you inside me.” I had her turn around and kneel on the couch facing away from me so I could spread her legs apart and slide my cock under her beautiful ass. I’ve always loved fucking her from behind so I can see her ass swaying back and forth. It’s one of my favorite sights!
Her juices were dripping and made for a slick path as I moved my tool back and forth along her crack. When it was wet and slippery enough, I eased the knob into her box. Her pussy was still twitching as she rocked back and forth on my dick. I took a deep breath and plunged in. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping the base of my pole.
I fucked her slowly at first, and when her slippery cunt started to tighten around my cock, I fucked her harder. After pumping into her, pulling out only so I could tease her cunt with my cockhead, I took one final deep stroke and then held myself all the way inside her as my cock erupted. My whole body jerked with each spurt, and I couldn’t seem to get far enough into her. A few slow thrusts finished me off, and then I stayed there, enjoying the feeling of having just banged the best cunt in the world.
—B.L. Jr., Charleston, South Carolina
AN INCREDIBLE LOVER SURPASSES THIS LADY’S WILDEST EROTIC FANTASIES
I must tell you about my incredible Greek god of a lover. He is so wonderful that no other man exists for me besides him. His hair is as soft as the clouds in the heavens. He generates electricity like a power station with his every touch.
Each time we get together I feel the intensity and passion rising in both of us. His kisses are delicious and powerful, and his eyes hold a world of tenderness. His warm breath in my ear feels hungry and passionate, and in an instant he becomes the sole focus of my world. He kisses me gently, then more feverishly, his mouth hot and voracious as his tongue surrounds mine. When I finally break from his kisses I begin nibbling on his earlobes and tonguing his neck. For a split second, I cringe with fear of rejection until he cups my head in his hands reassuringly and kisses me again with renewed passion.
I hold my breath whenever he touches me, and the electricity runs through my entire body. I lift my face from his shoulder and look into his inquisitive eyes. I take in a deep breath, inhaling his wonderful aroma, and begin kissing him as my hands wander over the contours of his awesome body. My hands run up and down his hairy chest and his muscles ripple beneath my touch. I trace the outline of his body with my fingers, and my mouth follows them downward, leaving a trail of hungry kisses.
My nipples have risen in tribute to the sight and touch of his majesty. Long ago he discovered the direct line between my nipples and my cunt, and he knows just how to use it. I slide my body down his magnificent form and straddle his hard, naked torso. Feeling his rigid cock throb against my thigh, I grasp that pulsing pole and squeeze his full firm manhood. His hands find my ass as I slide my mouth down his body. I feel his muscles tense as my appetite grows.
His gorgeous body responds to my busy tongue and fingers just as I had hoped—his cock stands up like a skyscraper. I stare at his beautiful body, his broad chest, long legs and flat stomach, his impressive cock, a wonderful unit that most men could only dream about. I run my hands between his legs and gently squeeze his balls. I sample each forbidden charm of his marvelous body as his cock begs for attention.
Finally I seize the base of his cock with one hand and I cradle his nuts with the other. I squeeze them gently and lick the hot flesh of his inner thighs. Slowly my tongue works its way to the undersurface of his cock, lapping hotly from the base all the way to the head. I take it between my full lips and flick my tongue back and forth across the tip. My lips close around the head and I suck him into my eager mouth. Although my mouth is full of cock, I let out a muffled sigh of pleasure.
I have no way of concealing my hunger for this man. Every time I’m with him I want to drain his cock in a most memorable fashion. I draw it into my mouth repeatedly, sucking as hard as I can. I run the tip of my tongue over his come hole, trying to stick it inside the tiny opening. I make unbelievable love to his cock with my lips and tongue.
He then pulls me to the edge of the bed, where he explores every crevice of my pussy. My cunt quivers and grows very wet as he spreads my legs as far apart as they will go. He stares at my pussy, which blooms especially for him. We make eye contact, and our mouths come together and do battle, kissing with unbridled and unlimited passion.
His fingers lightly brush my cunt lips, my entire body longing for his touch, every inch of me screaming, “Take me! Take me now!” I’m so hot that his finger slips into me as into quicksand. My pussy tightens around his majestic finger as it dives in and out of me with great speed.
First his hands work their incomparable magic on my sex-starved cunt, then his mouth takes over, until he finally gives me his snake-like tongue. Hungrily he devours my pussy and sips my juices. As his lips touch my clit, my hips shake and I begin to whimper. I tremble as his expert mouth manipulates my cunt, devouring me with the enthusiasm of a man eating his first pussy ever. His handsome face is buried between my legs, his mouth feasting on my mound like I was his first meal in weeks.
The sight of his marvelous cock makes me wet, but the actual touch of his hardness makes me whimper and writhe, and the sensation of his mouth on my pussy sends me into a succession of orgasms. At times like these, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop coming. The mere brush of his lips against my clit sends me off again. The reality of being eaten by this one man is far better than any fantasy I have had involving hundreds.
Finally he moves upward. I move downward. We meet with wild, hungry kisses. He cups my breasts and I wrap my legs around him. He holds my body close in his firm grip, wrapping his arm around my tiny waist as my moaning starts to subside. The head of his swollen cock presses against my moist cunt, and his entry is heavenly. He moves deeper and deeper, touching places in me that no one else has ever discovered.
He watches the expression on my face as he stretches my pussy to accommodate his huge cock. The sensation of his tool filling me up is incredible. He fucks my pussy until I come like an earthquake, crying out in savage ecstasy. He keeps me coming in a way I never dreamed possible. I become nearly delirious as I flow from one orgasm to another. Then he joins me in one final explosion, like a clap of orgasmic thunder. I feel like I’m on top of the world as I lie placidly in his arms. His magical monster slithers from my body, glistening with my juices.
I had fantasized about this man for months before I finally approached him. None of those wild fantasies hold a candle to what really happens. I’m more satisfied with him than I’ve ever been in my life. My only remaining fantasy is that one day he may love me as much as I love him.
—C.Q., Raleigh, North Carolina
FOR HER LOVER’S BIRTHDAY SHE GIVES HIM HER BODY. AND GIVES AND GIVES AND GIVES
I want to tell you about the fabulous night of love my boyfriend and I had last week while we celebrated his birthday.
I led him into a room lit with candles. Soft, slow music was playing in the background. I slowly undressed him and asked him to lie face-down on the bed. I had warmed some oil and spread it on his back, working down from his neck to his shoulders, kneading out any tension he picked up during the day. I ran my thumbs down the sides of his spine, gently caressing his V-shaped torso as I slid my hands back up. Turning my attention to his lower back, I began lightly running my fingers all over, teasing him with my light touch.
At that point I decided to forgo the massage and start nibbling my way dow
n his body. I moved my mouth from one side of his torso to the other, circling his nipples with my tongue, giving them a playful lick and blowing on them gently. Even though he shivered from the slight chill, I knew he wouldn’t be cold for too long.
By then I was straddling his body and moving in rhythm with the soft, sensual music, teasing him with just the slightest touch of my pussy against his prick. I rocked my hips back and forth over his anxious cock and could feel him thrusting up toward me. But even though I wanted desperately to satisfy him, I wasn’t done with my teasing yet. I was determined to drive him wild with desire.
When it seemed like he couldn’t take it any longer, I slowly took him inside, just enough so that the head of his cock was between my pussy lips. Even though I knew he was dying to bury himself inside me, I still pulled away. Then, with a smile, I slid down his body, kissing my way past his navel until I finally reached his cock.
I circled the head of his pole with the tip of my tongue, tracing it along the puffy rim. Then I licked and kissed my way along the underside, all the way to the base. Even though he loves the feel of my hair on his body, he held my long tresses out of the way so he could have an unobstructed view of me taking his entire length into my mouth. Using a combination of suction and pressure, stroking him slowly with my throat, I brought him to the brink of orgasm. I could tell that his cock was ready to explode, but I tore myself away so he could catch his breath and calm down a little.
After a minute I took his smooth shaft in my hand and began to pump it slowly. Still stroking, I slipped him into my mouth again, sucking gently on the head. With my free hand I cupped his balls and fondled them lovingly, squeezing gently while I admired their heft. Finally I moved my hand out of the way so that I could take his cock into my mouth. As I worked on his cock I steadily stroked the underside with my tongue. Soon his head rolled back and he moaned that he was ready to come. That time I didn’t stop him, and he exploded into my throat.
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