I admire this precious member, this golden-tan slick muscle. It curves gracefully up against his whiter belly, contrasting with it. His neatly trimmed balls nestle tightly against his smooth, strong body. I reach down to caress those balls, softly cupping and cradling them with a gentle touch. The hair is a mixture of gray and natural brown, curly and silky to the touch.
I bend my head almost reverently to kiss his cock. I lick the mild pre-come delicately from his luscious pole, savoring the juicy succulence. He bows his head, watching me with an almost lascivious leer.
“Ooh yes, lick it, that’s it,” he coaxes in a deep moan. His hips arch upward, following my stroking tongue.
I move in closer and bend my head over his delicious organ, taking the smooth, meaty tip in my mouth while reaching around to grab his rounded bottom. I suck him strongly and earnestly, wanting to please him. He releases a hushed moan and moves my long, wavy hair aside so he can watch the proceedings more easily.
I try hard to take the whole length of his succulent thing down my sensitive throat. He half-closes his eyes dreamily as I move my head up and down, rhythmically sucking that perfect dick. I feel the tightness building up in his glorious balls. He’ll come soon if I don’t stop.
But at just that moment, he stops me of his own accord, breaking the seal of my lips around his cock with a gentle pull of his fingertip. “No,” he gasps, “I don’t want to come, not yet.”
I release him and pull away, disappointed. I genuinely want to eat his come, to watch it ooze out and drizzle down, and then lick it up and taste him, like creamy melting ice cream.
I slink slowly up to the head of his sensually draped bed, making sure he catches a good glimpse of my rounded little rump as I move. I lie among the black velvet cushions, my eyes wide and soft with longing and acceptance, reaching for him hungrily.
He cocks his slick head and crawls up the bed toward me like an animal in heat. I sink down into the cloudlike pillows and spread my thighs for him. He slides his leather-clad body teasingly over me and kisses my lips gently. He rocks his hips above my yearning pussy, as if warming up for a thorough fucking session. My cunny swells and throbs for him, and I moan softly.
Deliberately, he rubs the glossy tip of his slippery cock between the hairless, swollen lips of my open womanhood. I cry out, craving the promised pleasure. He pets my little animal repeatedly with his thick cock before he finally plunges into her, making a perfect strike into the wet, inviting sanctuary. I tremble with the strong visceral satisfaction of accepting him in me.
I grip him and cling to his sweet leather-covered body. I slide my velvety legs around his streamlined hips, squeezing him, encouraging him to fuck me harder. He, however, exercises iron-willed discipline, taking me gradually, rocking his hips slowly and grunting softly with each delicious stroke. His dick stimulates my sensitive insides so completely that I lie wordless and still, gripping him like a starving person hanging on to his last scrap of food.
He offers his curvy slick tongue for me to savor. I accept it gratefully, sucking and rolling it in my mouth, mimicking the same milking, squeezing action that I’m exerting with my pussy muscles. He wriggles and shudders with sheer delight, grunting more loudly now, moving harder.
I push my hips back at him in rhythm with his, still using my pussy muscles to grasp and squeeze his cock. I reach down between our tangled legs and begin to diddle my clit, bringing on progressively stronger twinges of pleasure.
He feels my hand down there and urges me on. “That’s right, do it for yourself. Come for me. Squirt that honey on me.”
He squirms and thrusts still harder, until I stiffen in his grip with the mounting pleasure. My second orgasm comes quickly and violently. I tighten up my muscles, clamping my pussy very strongly around his virile cock. As my body shakes and shudders in his arms, my juices form clear diamond droplets in his pubic hair and a film of clingy glaze on his thick, thrusting cock.
His last few thrusts are powerful and deliberate, as though he is straining to push his pleasure to the limit. He releases a musky, milky, slippery load inside me, satisfying my cunny’s burning thirst for his come. He pants softly and raggedly in my hair, then lays his dreamy head on my hair-draped pillow and sighs deeply, momentarily spent.
I kiss his delectable lips softly and rub his elegant nose with mine. He smiles as I reach up and stroke his hot cheek.
Then I make a serious request. “I want you to teach me to please you,” I whisper. “Show me exactly how you want to be touched, and loved. I want to know all your most sensitive spots. I want to know everything. Please.”
He smiles that devilish, boyish grin that makes my heart leap. “Okay,” he says simply.
I cuddle him, and we rest quietly in each other’s arms. The night ahead holds the revelation of mysteries that I’ve longed to solve, and he is a most wonderful teacher.
And that is my fantasy. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were to come true?
—Name and address withheld
A LUSTY LADY SHOWS HIM THAT EVERYTHING HE’S HEARD ABOUT REDHEADS IS TRUE
I am a technical equipment salesman, and it was at a business seminar that I met Donna. She was a very attractive redhead, about five feet eight, with long, lean legs that just didn’t stop. Her measurements were 36-24-32, and she had the most beautiful red hair on her head and on her pussy. And she proved that everything you’ve heard about redheads is true.
The other striking thing about Donna was her intelligence and creativity. On the last morning of the seminar, I asked her to have lunch with me before I had to leave town. We talked about a lot of things over lunch, and I found that she was sharp as a tack. But I could not stop looking at her beautiful eyes.
After lunch we walked out to my car. Before leaving, I gave her a warm hug. There was an electric feeling as I touched her, and a wave of pleasure and excitement went through my body.
On the way to the airport, and on the plane ride home, all I could think about was that embrace. I called her soon afterward, and we began to talk regularly on the phone. We also sent each other a lot of pretty hot e-mail. We both knew we had to be together soon.
The opportunity came up when I took a business trip to a city not far from where she lived. She arranged to fly down, and we planned to spend a whole day together. I could not wait to see her. I was so excited, I felt happy for days before we actually got together.
I was at the airport to meet Donna when her plane arrived. As I waited, my heart was beating like crazy. The plane was right on time. I stood near the gate as she walked out. She had on a tight black sleeveless top and tight black pants. I loved to watch her sexy and confident stride.
We caught the shuttle train to the main terminal and our rental car. Donna told me she was nervous, and I said I was too. When we got in the rental car, I turned to her and we kissed deeply. We kept kissing and hugging each other for a long time. I loved having my tongue in Donna’s mouth. It tasted so wonderful, hot and salty, I was dizzy just from kissing her.
Finally I started the car and we headed for the hotel. As soon as we got in the hotel room we embraced and kissed deeply, again exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues. We moved to the bed and lay close together, still kissing and touching each other’s body. Donna’s ass was so tight and perfectly shaped that I never wanted to stop squeezing it.
To take us to the next level, I suggested that I give Donna a good massage. I knew a lot of great massage techniques I wanted to practice on her beautiful body. She went in the bathroom and returned wearing only a towel. Then she lay down on her stomach. I had brought a bottle of olive oil, which is great for massaging and tastes good also.
I started with strong strokes up her back, then rubbed her shoulder muscles deeply. She made sounds like purring as I kneaded the stresses and strains out of her lovely body. I felt her get more and more relaxed as I worked on every inch of her back, shoulders, arms and hands.
As I massaged Donna, I gave her passionate kisses as often as possible. T
hen I moved down to her sexy thighs and calves. She had perfect legs, beautifully shaped. She especially enjoyed it when I worked on her calves, because they were tight from all the running she did.
After a while I asked Donna to turn over so I could get at her front. I put oil on my hands and started to massage her tits and nipples. As I touched her nipples, they quickly got hard. They were nice and big, and very sensitive to the touch. I rubbed her smooth stomach, and she purred again.
When I started on her feet, I kissed and sucked each toe in turn. She loved it. I worked up the front of her legs, then placed some more oil on my hand and rubbed it in the bright red hair of her cunt. I slid my finger between the lips of her pussy. It felt very wet. I then spread her legs and started to eat her pussy. I started at the base of her labia and slowly moved my tongue up her sweet pussy to her clit.
Donna moaned when my tongue touched her clit. She loved it when I began to hum, so that my tongue vibrated against her slit. I looked up to watch her beautiful face as I sucked her clit in my mouth. She began to move her hips, pushing herself against my mouth. Her face turned a beautiful red as she cried out in orgasm. She told me later that it was the first time anyone had made her climax with his tongue. That made me feel so good!
After that, I lay on my back and Donna got on top of me, so she could slide my dick in her wet cunt. She then started to move up and down, holding my cock tight with her pussy. Being on top made her really hot, and soon she was coming again, in wave after wave of orgasm, screaming with each one. Her orgasm went on so long that she finally had to stop and roll off me.
My cock stayed hard, and when she was rested, I got on top of her and guided my dick in that wet pussy. We started to fuck—slowly at first, then faster as my balls hit the lips of her pussy. I felt every inch of her cunt, and being inside her was pure ecstasy. I finally couldn’t hold out anymore, and shot my come deep in her hot pussy for the very first time.
We rested in each other’s arms as we recovered. After a while Donna took some olive oil in her hand and started to stroke my dick and balls, soon getting me hard again. The oil felt good on my dick, but not as good as her mouth when she took me in it. My eyes were riveted to her mouth as it slid up and down my shaft.
I loved seeing my rigid cock go in and out of Donna’s lips as she sucked me in as deep as she could, and I loved the sensation of her wonderfully limber tongue stroking the underside of my dick. I reached out and twiddled her hard nipples until she moaned around my cock.
Next she got on top of me again, guiding my dick in her pussy. She fucked me that way for a while. Then I rolled her over, and she cried out for me to fuck her hard, which I did until we both came once more.
For the rest of the day, we fucked and sucked each other, in between talking about everything under the sun. While I was driving her to the airport that evening, we suddenly realized that we had not eaten all day. We agreed that we had out priorities straight—sex first, food second.
Donna and I are planning to see each other again very soon, and I have the feeling I might be seeing a lot of her for the rest of my life.
—F.L., Miami, Florida
HER HUSBAND WANTED HER TO BRING HOME A STRANGER, SO SHE WENT OUT HUNTING
My husband and I recently had a discussion about how he wanted me to meet someone and bring him home with me so he could watch all the hot action. So one Friday my girlfriend Beryl and I decided to go out and explore the local nightlife. I wasn’t able to bring the action home, but I did bring home a steamy story for my horny hubby.
Before I left, Howie made sure that I was really ready for my little outing. He encouraged me to dress very sexily, and he checked me over carefully to make sure that all of my assets were on view. Then he laid me down on the bed, spread my legs nice and wide, and had himself a feast. But he stopped short of bringing me to a climax. This was his way of motivating me to pick up a guy and fuck him.
He did a good job. By the time I walked out the door, I was hornier than I could remember being in the longest time.
I went over to Beryl’s house to pick her up, but she was not quite ready. So I hung out there while she got dressed, sitting on the bed and chatting with her husband. Occasionally I would deliberately lean over and give Jerry a good view of my large breasts, enjoying his obvious interest.
Finally Beryl and I headed out. I drove downtown, to an area where there were a lot of bars and clubs. I found a place to park, and at first we just walked around a bit, watching the people and seeing what was going down. Eventually we decided on a club called Tara’s, because Beryl said she had once hooked up with a marine there.
The place was busy. We stood in the back for a few minutes, then made our way to the bar. There was a guy standing there chatting with a few friends, and when he saw Beryl, he asked her what we were drinking. We told him, and he ordered us drinks. He introduced himself (his name was Ralph) and his friends. The cutest one was named Pat. The others were Ben and Kip.
Ralph was moderately drunk, and Ben and Kip were feeling no pain, but Pat was not drinking, being the designated driver. We chatted for a while and then decided to go on to another bar. Somewhere along the way Ben and Kip dropped out of the party. The rest of us—Beryl, Ralph, Pat and I—wandered into a blues bar, where Ralph ordered everybody a round of drinks.
Pat, still sticking to his ginger ale, was also sticking nice and close to me. As we leaned against the bar he gave me a big hug. Enjoying the music, we moved slightly with the beat and rubbed our hands up and down each other’s body. Soon I couldn’t help but feel his arousal. I reached out with one finger and stroked it through his jeans, watching his reaction closely.
He closed his eyes, leaned in close and whispered in my ear that I was something else. He also whispered that I was “making him warm,” and that I was welcome to keep making him warm all night long if I wanted to.
Beryl and Ralph were doing a session of necking themselves. But Ralph pulled himself free and said he wanted to go on to yet another bar, one that had a rooftop band. As we headed over there, Pat held me tightly, and I let my hand wander down to his ass and slip in his back pocket.
Once we arrived at the new bar, we found our way to the rooftop floor, and stood at the railing watching the street. Occasionally I stepped up on a ledge to look over the railing, giving everyone a nice view of what was—or rather was not—under my short beige skirt. Eventually Pat lifted me down. While he was holding me, I let my hands roam all over his tight body, squeezing his ass and stroking his cock through his jeans.
His hands started to wander too, especially in the area of my hips and ass. He commented that he liked the kind of skimpy panties I was wearing. I told him that there was even less to them than he realized. He thought about that for a while, then let his hands wander up under my skirt. I wiggled and squirmed my way close up against him.
We were both getting hot as hell. I turned around again and this time leaned really far over the railing, with my legs spread slightly. I felt Pat’s hand sliding up my legs and over my ass, squeezing gently. When his fingers went between my legs, he understood what I meant about my panties.
I wasn’t wearing any.
I backed off the ledge again and reached back to unzip Pat’s jeans, letting my hands wander inside and stroke his cock. He gasped, and I thought he was going to come on the spot. His breath whistled in my ear, and his already-engorged cock swelled even more as my hands stroked him.
At that point I zipped Pat back up—no easy task, as he was fairly large and very hard—and told Beryl and Ralph that we were going to find a place to play hide-and-seek. We quickly found a curtained-off area that seemed to be an unused D.J. booth. After a quick look around, we snuck in.
Pat opened the hooks on the front of my sweater, and undid my bra as well. Then he dropped down to his knees and began to fondle my breasts. He sucked on them and teased the nipples, which soon had me moaning softly and pressing closer for more.
He propped one of my feet
up on a box, and his finger dove right in my dripping pussy. I was so wet by this time that my juices were running down my legs. It wasn’t long before Pat was leaning in to lap at my hungry crotch. Oh God, it felt so damn good! Howie had left me in such a state earlier that it didn’t take more than a minute for me to come under Pat’s eager tongue.
Then he stood up, and I got down on my knees and began to fondle and lick the head of his cock. I took it in my mouth and stroked his balls as I sucked him, hearing him groan. I sucked hard and fast for a bit, then slowed down, and then sped up again. Finally, he grabbed me by the shoulders and gently lifted me up.
He turned me around and whispered for me to bend forward so he could fuck me. He entered me from behind, with me bracing myself against the wall. It took several lovely strokes for him to sink his shaft in all the way. Then he began to pump, pushing his cock deep in my pussy. He held my hips as we moaned and moved together in rhythm.
Suddenly there was a flash of light. Someone had opened the curtain! Moments later it opened again, and we decided reluctantly we’d better leave. Unfortunately, neither of us had had a chance to come yet. But Pat promised to call me sometime so we could finish what we had started.
We found Ralph and Beryl, and we all decided it was best to head home, as it was after two in the morning. We found my car, and Beryl and I gave the guys a lift back to their truck, where Ben and Kip were waiting for them. We said good night and kissed all around. Then I took Beryl home.
When I finally got home myself it was after three, and I found Howie asleep on the sofa. I woke him with a kiss and we went to bed, where I proceeded to fuck the life out of him. Afterward, I gave him a detailed account of the night’s events, which made him so horny that his cock got harder than ever. I straddled him and rode him until we both climaxed again. Then I collapsed on the bed. Howie gathered me close and held me as we drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we fucked again, and Howie made me promise that next time I would bring the man home with me so he could watch. I said that if Pat did call, I would invite him over and maybe we could have a threesome. I was really feeling quite free and frisky after my night of adventure.
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