Having his big cock in my mouth turned me on so much I felt the whole room spinning. Grant just kept licking my cunt until I came, while I sucked his shaft all the way down. I felt my mouth being flooded with his hot salty come. Greedily I swallowed the whole load.
I wanted to get fucked and Grant knew it. In just a few minutes he was recovered, his cock standing at full attention. He put it into my hot and wet love-tunnel. I was awash with lubricant and it glided in easily. I could feel the ridge of his big knob moving in and out of me as he pumped. His balls rubbed against my inner thighs, sending shivers through me. He released a huge load of semen before I fell asleep in his strong arms.
That was five years ago and we’re still going at it. I’m still married to my husband, but he has never suspected a thing. I can’t imagine what my life would be like if I didn’t have Grant taking care of my sexual needs. He deals me love liquor, lots of it, and I am one happy drunk!
—K.E., Omaha, Nebraska
WET RIDE HOME
I am a thirty-six-year-old guy who has had an enjoyable, but pretty routine, sex life with my wife of ten years. During the past month, circumstances presented me with an extremely erotic opportunity I couldn’t pass up.
I was with a small gathering of friends while my wife was out of town. When I’m alone I always prefer the company of women to men. I spent most of the evening talking with one of my wife’s married friends, Lori.
Lori was also alone on this particular weekend. She is a radiant, black-haired beauty, with magnificent breasts and an ass that brings simultaneous lumps to your throat and crotch.
It was obvious at the end of the party that Lori was flirting with me. She’d also had several cocktails, and asked if I would drive her home. I readily said I would, and we set off.
While driving down an isolated stretch of our native New Mexico highway, I noticed Lori squirming around in the front seat. When I asked her what the problem was, she replied that her seat belt was stuck and that her dress was caught in it.
I immediately pulled over, and noticed that part of Lori’s wrap-around skirt was looped around the belt, with the fabric jammed into the latch. After a few moments and much rustling, I freed her from the seat belt, accidentally undoing her skirt in the process.
Lori giggled, but I had to catch my breath. Her silky little panties were all twisted and pulled to the side, completely exposing her glistening pink snatch. Lori then spread her legs a little and asked me if I would help her get dressed. I used one finger to tug the crotch of her panties back into place, gently brushing against her very wet pussy as I did so.
Lori thanked me, but remained with her dress unfastened. She was flushed and very aroused. Well, sainthood was never one of my goals. I leaned my head toward hers and kissed her warm and inviting mouth.
Her tongue found mine, and we kissed each other hungrily. I reached down with my free hand and cupped her buttocks while she guided my right hand to her freely flowing pussy. I spread her cunt lips open from the rear, and fingered her moist pussy from front to back with soft but increasingly insistent strokes. Lori began rolling her head back and forth and moaning about how good my manipulations felt. She pushed down her blouse and bra and began kneading her heavy breasts and thick nipples.
I concentrated my efforts on her clit as her breathing became more and more labored. Her lunging motions brought my left hand into the cleft of her ass. I ran my middle finger, slick with her juice, down her crack until I felt the ridged texture of her asshole.
She moaned deeply and whispered, “Oh God, yes.”
I slowly and softly circled her anus, while massaging her pubic bone. As I gently rolled her clit, her anus began to pulse with such force that I was finger-deep in her ass when she finally settled down.
She came harder than any woman I’ve ever been with, completely drenching my hand. I had to cradle her crotch and support her weight with both my hands until Lori was able to breathe normally again.
Lori slowly turned to me and undid my pants. She took my aching cock out and began to suck it. I lovingly held her head and gently rolled one of her large nipples between my fingers.
I grabbed onto both of her heavy breasts when I shot my load. My orgasm was as long and intense as any I can remember. Lori moved her face close to mine, and looked deep into my eyes as she swallowed my heavy load.
On the ride home, Lori and I discussed our unplanned encounter, and decided that it had been every bit as good as our fantasies. Lori told me she had never had such an intense orgasm before, and was thrilled that she’d finally gotten to experience the anal eroticism she had only secretly longed for. I confessed similar feelings, which led to more fooling around when we arrived back at her place.
Knowing more about her secret desires, I ended up licking her anus while thumbing her slippery clit, until she exploded and thrashed about on the bed. I enjoyed her pleasure as if it had been my own.
Lori and I get together now whenever that special urge comes over either of us. I sometimes see that lusty sparkle in those eyes when she smiles at me. Whenever she thanks me for a ride home at night, I always reply, “The pleasure was mine.”
—M.L., Albuquerque, New Mexico
AURAL ADULTERY
I am a mother of three, and a Sunday school teacher, but I’ve had experiences that would make any reader’s limp cock hard. However, it’s my pursuit of fantasy, which I now find more intriguing.
Being faithful for ten years has been a miracle. I never thought I could go that long without a few wild, forbidden fucks. One man who has frequently made my pussy wet, without touching it, is my husband’s closest friend, Ace. He’s ten years my senior, but has a strong, honed body with a bulging cock (I saw it erect once, in his trousers). Now, I have given Ace the occasional pat on the ass so he’d know I’m interested, but when my husband took a business trip I decided it was time to do some business of my own.
I’d been reading Forum, and it had made me wet and randy. I called Ace up and asked point-blank if he’d like to hear my fantasies about fucking him. His voice got low, and I could almost hear his pecker get hard. Just then a neighbor came to the door. I hated to be a tease, but I had to go. I promised to call Ace the next day.
My pussy was wet all the next day, and by evening I was determined to come. With my pussy juice soaking through my panties, I called Ace. I asked him where he was. Ace said he was finishing up a project in the basement.
“Let’s go up to the bedroom,” I purred. “My mind has fucked and sucked you there at least a thousand times.” I asked him to unbutton his shirt and pretend my long fingernails were rubbing through his mountain of chest hair. In bed with the phone, I rubbed my nipples on my pillow, turning them from sweet pink to hot, hard red. My pussy was a volcano about to explode.
“I really want you to fuck me, Ace. I’ve got my fingers in my cunt, masturbating, and I’m thinking about your cock. Tell me what your cock is like right now.” He had taken it out of his pants and was stroking its nine hard inches.
“Will you do something for me, Ace? Lick your thumb and put it on the top of your hard-on. Rub it gently. Imagine my tongue on your dick. I want to tell you how I’m going to suck you until you come in my mouth.”
After twenty minutes of hot talk we’d both come twice. A few days later he became more confident, and he called me. He asked me to get a dildo and take it up my ass. Ass first, then twat. As we shared our fantasies, I fucked myself with the dildo and he stroked his cock. My pussy exploded while I cried his name, begging him to come, which he did with a desperate moan.
Those were just the first of many phone calls. I wonder if the reality of flesh could be half as good as our phone fantasy.
—C.M., Pasadena, California
FANTASY LIFE
As my story begins, my husband is away and I’m alone in a lounge. I’ve had my eye on this guy. He is my fantasy. Then he asks me to dance. As he holds me close, he and I seem to be the only ones there. My flesh grows warm. I c
an feel his cock, hard, pushing against his pants and rubbing against my belly. My heart quickens and I find myself gasping for breath.
His mouth moves slowly over my lips, tasting and teasing till I moan softly in reply. Turning his head, he kisses me. My arms curve around his neck as his hands roam over the rest of me.
He takes me to his room, and slowly begins to undress me. He finds the zipper to my dress and eases it down my back. The dress glides to the floor, leaving me almost naked. It is an intoxicating feeling to be desired and admired by this man who touches me with masterful ease. He unfastens the clasp of my bra, sliding his hands underneath the heavy curves of my breasts. He lowers his mouth to swallow the fullness of my breasts, making me burn deep inside, desire overwhelming my thoughts. A shudder begins deep inside me.
My head is spinning, and I can’t wait till we are both undressed. He lays me down, kissing me and licking me all over, his wetness mingling with mine. He slips his finger inside me and gently rubs my wet clit until I’m begging him to lick it. His tongue between the lips of my vagina makes me moan with ecstatic pleasure. He doesn’t stop until I cream heavily all over his mouth and fingers.
And then it is his turn to be pleased. I bend down and, grabbing his cock with both hands, lick my tongue up and down the sides and then suck his balls. Then I take all of him into my mouth. The feel of his cock, desperately throbbing against my lips, cheeks and tongue, drives me crazy. I need to fuck him.
He climbs on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he puts his cock into my extremely wet pussy. I take all of him in. At first it is slow, as we savor every moment of his filling me. But we can’t control ourselves. We have to fuck. He thrusts deep and hard till I lose control and come all over his cock. I climb on top, sitting on his cock, and ride him as fast and as hard as I can till I come again over him. I feel him tremble and I know he is coming. He groans and fills me with his own hot juices. I collapse on him. He holds me tight and close and we sleep, dreaming of waking up and again fucking.
—B.K., Miami, Florida
TASTING YOUTH
I am seventy-nine years young as of October, and I have fourteen grandchildren. I have lived a good, full life and I always had a very active sex life until I reached seventy. Recently, it has been less frequent, but my sexual appetite remains strong.
Nonetheless, all these long years after I had my first sexual encounter I finally had the best sex of my life. It all started out as an innocent weekend trip. My granddaughter and her two friends wanted to go to the lake where I’ve had a cabin for thirty years. To my surprise, they asked me to come along.
We left on Friday morning and arrived around three o’clock. After we ate dinner the girls wanted to go into the small town about two miles away. They left to go to the local bar around seven, and I was settling in to read the latest issue of Forum, since I would be alone for the night.
I’d been reading for quite a spell when I noticed that one of the girls had come back early. It was Lauren. She’s twenty-two and goes to college with my granddaughter. I noticed that she’d been drinking—her eyes were red and she smelled like a brewery. I asked where the others were. She said they had met a couple of local boys and were going to stay out for a while longer. She sat down and kind of giggled when she saw what I was reading. She said she couldn’t believe I was reading Forum. She thought I was a little too old. I laughed.
“Lauren, I’ve done more things in this life of mine than any two men could dream of,” I told her.
She giggled some more, then said she was going to get ready for bed. She left the room and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she had on a nightgown, and had a bottle of lotion in her hand. She asked if I would mind rubbing some on her back.
I grew very excited as she handed me the bottle of lotion and sprawled out on the sofa where my wife and I had so often made passionate love. I started rubbing her shoulders with the lotion, and she said it felt great. I started working my way down her back, rubbing firmly on her beautiful, tight young skin. I almost had my second heart attack when this young nymphet suggested she remove the nightgown, since it was getting in the way and making her a bit uncomfortable.
She quickly stood up and turned to remove it so I wouldn’t see her young body. She immediately returned to the couch, on her stomach, with her bare back facing me and just her panties remaining. Was this happening? Had I died and gone to heaven, I wondered. What a beautiful young lady, with golden blonde hair and a great body. I squirted more lotion on my hand and spread it all over her back. Occasionally I would let my hands roam to within an inch or so of her ass; I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as it slowly came to life.
When I was done with her back she turned slightly, enough that I caught a glimpse of her breast. Then she said, in a kind of drunken voice, that her ass was kind of sore from driving all day and if I wouldn’t mind . . .
With that she removed her panties, and I rubbed some lotion on her ass. I couldn’t believe it! Her ass was so very lovely and soft! I squeezed and kneaded her ass with great passion.
Soon enough she was on fire, squirming with every move of my hands as I slowly worked my way to her love-mound. Her reaction was to squirm more and more with my every touch. I was soon sticking two fingers into her love-hole. She’d obviously never had a real man sock it to her, because it didn’t take very long for my sweet flower to reach an orgasm.
But now my cock was aching for release. As if reading my mind, she turned over and undid my zipper and released me. She immediately started to engulf the head and shaft; I could tell she was still fairly new at this, and that she’d probably never had a real man’s penis in her mouth before. We’re talking seventy-nine years of manhood here! I simply couldn’t believe that this was happening.
I watched her glorious blonde hair sway like rope as her head bobbed up and down. Not that I was getting bored with the head, but an opportunity like that one would probably never return, so with all my strength I tried not to come. But this was so taboo, so strange and beautiful, that I could not resist her painted red lips doing a number on my shiny shaft.
I signaled to her, warning that I was about to come, but she chose to ignore it. It was as if she was determined to take in all of my vintage seed. And if that’s what she wanted, I surely gave it to her. I was shooting my jism down lovely Lauren’s throat in no time. It had been so long that there was too much for Lauren to take it all in her mouth; she released me from her hot oral chamber and the last drops of my come settled in her beautiful hair. With that we were both out of breath.
I apologized about the mess, and handed her the tissues that were on my reading table next to the sofa. She remained speechless. I thought she was angry, but she stood up, with dots of my semen in her long locks, and flashed me a smile. Her lipstick was smeared all over her cheeks, but she still looked really good. I thought she would mount me, seeing that I was still hard, but she just patted my face, kissed me on the cheek, and said good night.
—J.C., Saginaw, Michigan
CAN DANCE A LITTLE
My husband of eleven years loves your magazine and often reads some of the letters to me. He especially loves the letters of men whose wives fuck other men, either while they watch or in private, divulging the details later to their husbands. He is always encouraging me to have an affair and tell him all about it. I never had any desire to do this, but his constant pressure at last had me thinking about it.
Not long ago, a group of my girlfriends talked me into a night out with the girls at a local male stripper club. It was my first time, and I was amazed at how good-looking those professional hunks were. I had worn a miniskirt, with stockings and heels, and I felt very sexy.
After a few drinks I began to get loose and enjoy the show. The second dancer on the stage really caught my eye, and toward the end of his number he hopped down from the stage and danced over to me. I’ve always known I’m pretty attractive, with long red hair, perky tits and nice legs.
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nbsp; Frankie, as the dancer was called, was gyrating in front of me, his eyes scanning my legs. Soon he was sitting in my lap, facing me and giving me a long, wet kiss. I was taken by surprise, and somewhat embarrassed, but I must admit the strange tongue exploring my mouth really turned me on. He finally broke off the kiss, whispered in my ear that he thought I had great legs and moved on to the next table.
Later, after all the guys had finished their routines, they came out and knelt on the edge of the stage as the ladies lined up to stuff money in their G-strings in exchange for a kiss. I got in line, and admired Frankie as I waited my turn. He was very tan, with an incredibly toned body, dark hair and sexy eyes. Although his cock was flaccid in his G-string, he appeared to be well endowed. I watched as the girls in front of me got their short kisses in exchange for their dollar bills. When it was my turn, I received another long, tongue-filled wet kiss that left my knees shaking.
I instantly went back to the end of the short line. When my turn came around again, I got more of the same. This time, after Frankie was finished exploring my mouth, he whispered in my ear, “You’re pushing me to my limit.”
When I returned to my table the other girls gave me a hard time, saying that Frankie didn’t kiss anyone like he kissed me. After the show the dancers came out and mingled with the crowd, letting the girls buy them drinks and occasionally dancing with them. I looked for Frankie, but hadn’t spotted him yet when I heard a voice directly behind me. “Looking for someone?”
I turned, and there he was. He had on jeans and a T-shirt now, but his smile was just as captivating. He was very friendly, and we made small talk for a while before I got up the nerve to ask him what he’d meant when he said I was pushing him to the limit.
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