I brushed Denise’s curly auburn locks aside and kissed her forehead. Her intense gray eyes were filled with lust. Our lips met, and it felt natural. I lay on top of her. The contact of our soft skin felt nice, so smooth and delicate.
She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I rubbed my bullet-hard nipples across her full breasts. She has dark skin like me, and large brown nipples. Actually, the two of us look a lot alike, only she’s shorter and heavier up top than me. I pulled away from her mouth to suck on her tits. She moaned and rubbed her hand rapidly between her thighs.
“Just like Steve,” I said, laughing.
She took her hand away from her pussy and shoved her fingers into my mouth. She tasted really sweet, just like when I had licked my pussy fingers. We reversed positions, and she licked my nipples. She didn’t stay there long before she was kissing her way down my belly and opening her mouth over my bush. She flicked her tongue skillfully around my clit while her hand was still busy rubbing her own clit.
“Come here, silly,” I said and turned her around so her ass was in my face.
I knew she was dying for me to eat her, but I felt a little strange making my first attempt at cunnilingus. I spread her thighs and brought my lips to her lips. The smell of her sex was intoxicating. I pushed my tongue between the folds and licked her nectar. She sucked my clit and worked her fingers in me at the same time. I wished it was Steve’s big dick pushing inside me. I licked all over her juicy pussy, exploring every nook and cranny, trying to find her most sensitive spot. I was really enjoying getting to know my best friend’s pussy.
Denise reacted enthusiastically: “Oh yes, Chris! You’re so good down there!” I held her hips firmly as she rubbed her pussy forcefully across my face.
“That’s it! Fuck my face, sweetheart!” I screamed between Denise’s legs, though my words were muffled. I just opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as she bucked across my face, flooding me with her tangy juices. I could barely breathe, but I loved it.
“I’m coming, Chris!” she cried.
I said I was, too, but I was lying. It did feel great, but I hadn’t actually reached another orgasm. I curled up behind Denise and ran my fingers through her soft, wavy hair. “We should have been doing this a long time ago,” I whispered. “I didn’t know it was this good.”
“I’ve always wanted to try it with you, of course,” she said. “And now I’ve got your pubic hair between my teeth!” She laughed, then faded off to sleep.
I crawled into the other bed but could not sleep knowing I was in the same house as a little Hercules with a banana-shaped monster between his legs. Had I dreamed it? Was it a trick? I wanted him so bad! Wanted to run my tongue up and down it, to suck his balls, to feast on his big dickhead, to have him come all over my face.
Most of all, I wanted to fuck him, to know what it was like to be really stuffed with dick. I crammed my fingers into my pussy, but that wasn’t good enough.
I had promised Denise. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I put on a T-shirt and crept out of the room and upstairs. I trembled as I opened his bedroom door and tiptoed in. He was sleeping peacefully. Easing the covers down, I gaped at his brown nipples atop his chiseled chest and abdomen. My hands shook as I drew the covers further, exposing his thick patch of curly pubic hair.
In one motion I rolled the sheets below his knees. I gasped. I had to get my hands on the sleeping giant lying across his thigh! Even soft, it was incredibly long and thick, and heavy in my hands. I inspected it. There were no lines, scars, or abnormalities—other than its size!
It was beautiful. I squeezed it, and it twitched! I blew my warm, boozy breath up and down it. It began to swell in my hands! I pressed my lips to kiss the silky knob. But Steve opened his eyes abruptly. He pulled back and tried to cover himself with his hands.
“Chris?” he cried out. “Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I want you to fuck me, Steve,” I said.
“You know I’m getting married,” he stammered. “And you’re Denise’s best friend. I’ve known you forever. I can’t—”
“Then let me give you a wedding present,” I said, hiking my T-shirt over my head. “Wouldn’t you like some of this?” I cupped my tits, then slid my hands down my body to my crotch and spread my lips open.
“Shit, yes,” he said nervously, “but—”
“I heard a noise earlier,” I said, “and came up to say hello. You didn’t lock the door very good, you know.” I rubbed my fingers over my pussy as I spoke. “You had your hands full. You were standing in front of the mirror, jacking off.”
Steve’s face turned crimson, but his cock sprang out of his hands like an angry cobra. “I want to suck your big banana, Steve, just like you asked for.”
He tried to put his hands over himself, but his cock made its grand arch and slapped onto his stomach.
“My God!” I exclaimed.
He took his hands away and gestured for me to come to the bed. Our lips met for the first time. We kissed passionately. Then our lips parted and our tongues danced an erotic interlude. My fingertips felt the precision of his perfectly square jaw line. I slid my palm quickly down his muscular torso and reached for the giant cock.
“Wait,” he said. “I want to taste you first.” He crawled under me and placed my thighs around his head. I just melted. I creamed his face before he could get his tongue into my pussy.
“You make me so wet, Steve,” I said.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this,” he mumbled, his mouth smothered in my crotch. “How many times I’ve masturbated thinking about you.” His hands were now around his giant cock, jacking it up and down with determination while he ate me.
His last words had made me crazy. I turned around to watch him stroke himself and pushed my pussy in his face. That was it! I came hard, smothering him in my sweaty pussy juice.
I lifted myself off his face and kissed his cheek. He grabbed my head and kissed me passionately.
“Can you taste yourself?” he asked.
I said I loved the way my pussy tasted, especially in his mouth, but now it was my turn to taste him. I sucked his little hardened nipples. He closed his eyes, still stroking himself. I planted kisses from his stomach to his pubes.
“Suck my banana, Chris,” Steve said, holding his cock out to me. I reached out my tongue and licked the head, tasting his salty precome. I flicked my tongue all the way down his shaft to the base, wetting it with my saliva. Then I rubbed his dick over my cheek, feeling the silky-smooth flesh on my skin.
“Tell me, Steve, how big is it?” I said.
He said he didn’t know.
“Come on,” I pleaded, “you must have measured it.” I swirled my tongue over the thick purple knob like it was a giant lollipop. “You’re proud of it, aren’t you?”
I slurped in my saliva and more of the precome that oozed out, loudly. “How many inches long is it? Ten? Twenty?”
“About twelve,” he said. I knew it. I’d handled a twelve-inch dildo in an adult toy store. He was as big, if not bigger. I never imagined I’d ever see—let alone touch, and taste!—a real cock that size.
I stretched my jaws and opened my mouth over Steve’s cockhead. It was the size of an apple. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking as much of it as I could. I placed my little fingers around his hand, and hand in hand we stroked up and down his shaft. With my other hand I squeezed his thick balls.
Feeling really nasty, I decided to slip a finger in his cute little anus. I was getting so much prejizz in my throat, I had to swallow loudly. Drool dripped from the corners of my mouth. Our fists made a squishy sound as they slid up and down his shaft. His balls tightened.
“Wait!” I said. “I want you inside me now. Steve, fuck me, please!”
“You’re not scared of it?” he said.
“I want all of it,” I said. I was lying impatiently on my back next to him. “Fill me up! Oh, God, fuck me good!”
“You’re
fucking hot,” he said, hovering over me. He felt my breasts, firm and full—and just big enough to fill his palms. I spread my thighs and guided his cock to my entrance. Not rushing, he rubbed himself slowly over my wet pussy lips, making sure I was ready to attempt to take on his meat.
“Push!” I begged. I bit my lip as his cockhead slid in. Feeling his thickness, I cried out. He quickly pulled out.
“Fuck me, Steve!” I cried, backing up my demand by clutching his muscular ass cheeks to me as hard as I could.
He shoved his cockhead back in, and jolts of energy shot through me. He kept thrusting, each time pushing more of himself into me. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. I had never experienced anything like this—the musky smell of our sex, the taste of his cock and balls and my pussy (and Denise’s cunt too!), the weight of his muscular body, the feel of his glorious shaft pounding my pussy.
Sweat rolled down Steve’s back and beautiful ass. “Do I have it all?” I asked.
“I think so,” he said, sounding dry and raspy, almost unable to speak. But when I reached in between my legs to touch his balls, I found a couple of inches of dickmeat not inside me! I pushed my pussy to meet each thrust, challenging him to fuck me as hard as he could. He pounded my pussy faster and faster.
“I’m going to come!” I screamed. “Come with me, baby!”
“Fuck, yes!” he moaned. “You got it! I’m coming with you, baby!”
I felt the pulse of his cock in my belly as it unloaded inside me. I held my legs in the air. They trembled as I came with my lover. I didn’t want it to end. I never felt anything like it, before or since.
Steve stayed inside me, softening slowly as we talked and giggled. “You always turned me on, Chris,” he said. “But I never thought you wanted to have anything to do with me.”
“Come on,” I said, “you know what a stud you are, and you’ve got that cheerleading-queen girlfriend. But I bet you never fucked her like this, did you?”
He didn’t answer.
“And I’ll bet she’s never eaten your luscious cream either,” I said.
“No, she hasn’t,” he admitted. “I had no idea you were so nasty! I love it.”
“You’re pretty nasty yourself, banana man, rubbing yourself all over your bedroom. But I love it, too. I’ll suck the cream out of your cock any time you want.”
“Oh, really?” he said.
Then he did the nastiest—and sexiest—thing yet. He pulled his cock out of me, and as soon as my cunt was unplugged, he applied his mouth to my mound so his jism flowed into his mouth. He sucked until his cheeks were full, then kissed me. I got a mouthful of his gourmet cream. Our tongues danced, swapping his frothy come. He raised his head, and a string of jism stretched from his lips to mine. I slurped it in like a fat, gooey string of mozzarella. We both laughed, and a foamy white bubble burst from my lips. We giggled again. We talked until daylight, when I slipped back to Denise’s room, exhausted.
Steve did marry Maryann, who is an absolute bitch whenever I try to call him. I never told Denise about that night. I’ve searched high and low for another man like Steve, but I’m coming to think there just isn’t one. I vow that one day he and I will have another night together. Until then, I’ll just have to be satisfied with my Penthouse Letters and that twelve-inch dildo.
—C.N., Las Vegas, Nevada
Her Lover Lends Her a Helping Hand, and Some More Personal Help, Too
My lover always surprises me with his thoughtfulness. Recently some kind of dairy-based drink was spilled on the carpet of my car, and after only twelve hours there was a rancid odor. When I mentioned this to R on the phone, he wanted to clean the interior immediately so the odor wouldn’t permeate the car.
He met me that afternoon in the parking lot on the hill by my office, armed with a generator, industrial vacuum, and carpet-cleaning machine. He went right to work. He said for me to vacuum while he worked on the stained areas.
The day was hot, and I soon felt sweat rolling down my back. I had on very short blue shorts and a white tank top. The scent from the cleaning machine was surprisingly pleasant. As I rubbed the nozzle into the carpet, I became excited. While I was watching R, so intently focused, my eye caught his. Both of us dropped our cleaning equipment. I pressed my body against his, forcing him back against his truck. We held each other tight and kissed.
He asked if he could have me. I said yes. We climbed into his truck, and he lifted me onto his lap. His penis stood erect as I peeled his sweaty shorts off. He removed mine, then guided my hips into position for my wet vagina to slide on his dick. We were coated with sweat. He held me tight as I rocked up and down.
I came, praying the sensation would last forever. Before it ended, R screamed out and shot his juices inside me. Still clinging tightly, we kissed for a moment. Then he looked at me and said, “We’d better get back to work.”
We slid our shorts on and got back to it. My lower lips were still quivering slightly as I leaned in the car door to resume my vacuuming. The sun was beating down on the backs of my thighs. As much as I tried to concentrate on the cleaning, my mind kept returning to the quick but volcanic sexual coupling R and I had just engaged in.
The next thing I knew, my sweaty rear end was exposed to the sun. Once R had my shorts all the way off again, he kissed my left cheek, then began to lick his way down the back of my thigh. I tightened my muscles and enjoyed him enjoying the firmness of my legs. His tongue came to rest on the back of my right knee, then worked its way back up to my butt cheek, and then slipped in between my legs to my exposed folds.
My whole body shook, and I gasped. R paused a second, then took the warm, moist brush of the cleaning machine and, with the motor running, set it against the back of my left thigh. Fluid dripped down the inside of my thigh, then around my knee and then quickly down to my ankle. The scent was appealing. The vibration from the motor was thrilling.
R had never entered me from behind. I pleaded for him to do so now. He set the nozzle down and squeezed his arms around my hips. He held out his hand and led me back into the truck. Inside, he laid my head on his lap. He lifted my tank top, exposing my soft nipples. With the fingers of his left hand he massaged my nipple, while his right hand headed south. With his left arm he lifted my torso so his mouth reached my nipple. He suckled my breast while his fingers entered me. The sounds I was making couldn’t have left any doubt how much I was enjoying him.
With his left arm he lowered me back to his lap. Then he slid his right arm under my naked bottom and lifted it slightly, his fingers still moving in and out of my hot cavity. I tightened my legs to help him keep me suspended. He lifted my chest to his mouth and nibbled on my nipple. I came hard and loud.
We were like a steel-guitar player strumming his instrument with his teeth while picking strings simultaneously, except that musical instruments, being inanimate, aren’t able to enjoy what I was experiencing. I felt euphoric and exhausted. R lowered me back down to his lap and rubbed my face gently. I sat up, kissed him as tenderly as I could, and thanked him for my gifts.
We packed away the equipment, shared a cold beer he had brought with him, and then kissed good-bye. For several hours after our encounter, I couldn’t stop smiling, overwhelmed by feelings of pure joy and raw sensuality, knowing what a lucky lady I am. The scent in my car now is utterly fresh. As fresh as my lover.
—T.H., Tuscaloosa, Alabama
She Found Just the Kind of Guy Mom Always Warned Her About
I decided quite a few years back that I would savor my virginity until I was married. As I got older and finally reached college age, it got harder to stick to my guns. Here I was, at nineteen, away from home for the first time in a dorm filled with all kinds of new people. Rush week was really tough, with all those keg guys scoping me out. It was testosterone heaven. All those men! Larry and I met the first day of classes. He was very sweet, not to mention tall, dark, and handsome. I could tell he had a dangerous side, too—in other words, the kind of guy Mom had a
lways warned me about. I did my best not to look the part of the recent Catholic school graduate I was. With my large bust on a medium build, my girlfriends have always called me “porn-star material.” Technically I was still a virgin. While my girlfriends and I had often eaten one another’s pussy and finger-fucked each other, I had never been with a man.
Larry and I hung out together all the time. We constantly watched The Simpsons and 90210 together. I was definitely attracted to him, but for some reason I never imagined anything more. One Sunday night we were wrestling on my bed, and Larry pinned me down. Suddenly things went from “fun” to “hot.” He looked deep into my eyes and, with my hands pinned over my head, kissed me. Let me tell you, it was one hot kiss!
I pulled away, feeling awkward, and we both sat up on the bed. While I tried to think of what to say next, I suddenly decided that enough was enough. Diving right in, I kissed his lips again. He laid me down on the bed carefully and kissed my neck. At the same time he lifted my blouse. I let out a huge sigh. His lips moved from my warm mouth to my perky breasts. He nibbled on my nipples and caressed my tits. I was getting all worked up. My pussy was hot and horny, and even a little wet.
My button-fly Levis gave Larry some trouble, but he got the things off. I had just shaved my bug earlier that day, so it was baby-soft and clean. I brought my right hand down and rubbed my clit. He pulled his manhood out of his shorts and stroked it. God, it was so beautiful! I just stared at it, wanting to touch it but not knowing what to do.
Out of sheer instinct, I got off the bed and down on my knees. I kissed the head of Larry’s cock and ran my tongue over it like a feather. He was rock-hard and panting. I was panting, too! As I swallowed all of him, he held my hair. My hot mouth and soft tongue were all over him, and from the noises he made, I gathered he was enjoying it. But after a while he said to stop. He asked if I wanted to lie on the bed. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to do more!
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