Now it was my turn, I told her. Jeri was thrilled, because Charlie was not into eating pussy. We slipped into the sleeper and I removed Jeri’s clothes. I spent a long time just admiring her exquisite body. I started at her eyes and slowly kissed her soft lips, then her beautiful breasts. I sucked her toes, kissed the back of her knees, and worked my way up her thighs. I then raised her legs and buried my tongue in her pussy, slowly licking her and sucking her clit. She moaned softly, and then began to scream loud enough to be heard back in Denver, and the more she screamed the faster I licked. Jeri finally came with such force that her bucking hips nearly made me hit my head on the truck ceiling.
Afterward she inserted her fingers into her pussy and then sucked the cream from them. She said Charlie would never let her come in his mouth, and it was her greatest fantasy. We continued to suck and fuck for another three hours, before Jeri fell asleep and I continued the drive to Chicago.
Jeri and I talk every day now, and have phone sex when we can’t get together. Jeri is planning a threesome for us with her girlfriend in February. I couldn’t be happier, but I’m keeping a tube of K-Y jelly with me at all times, because I know if Charlie reads this letter I am fucked.
—J.G., Chicago, Illinois
Tractor Time
I was back in my hometown visiting my old friend Beth. Although I didn’t miss living in that small town, it was good to see some of my old high school friends again.
It was a late summer evening, and Beth and I were heading back to her parents’ house for a barbecue. Beth’s father was a farmer. Her brother and cousin were in town that weekend to help with some extra field work, so that night the family had decided to have an old-fashioned barbecue.
We were a few miles from the house when we spotted Beth’s brother Randy, driving one of their old tractors along the side of the road. Of course we pulled over to talk with him. He turned the machine off and climbed down to greet us as we approached. Randy was three years younger than we were, so we had never paid much attention to him in the old days, when he’d been just Beth’s annoying little brother. Now we were in our late twenties, and it was weird to see how Randy, at twenty-six, had turned out to be such a hunk.
When he reached us. I could see how tightly his jeans fit his muscular legs. His blue T-shirt was sweated up from his labors, and it clung to his well-formed upper body. He was obviously very fit.
During our brief conversation I noticed that Randy kept sneaking peeks at my body—just as I was doing at his—so when Beth said we’d better get going, I pointed to the tractor and said kind of flirtatiously, “Randy, are you going to offer me a ride on that hot rod of yours?”
Randy grinned. “Yeah,” he replied. “This thing is a real chick magnet. It does zero to twenty in three minutes. But if you want to ride it, hey, it would be my pleasure!”
I told Beth to go on ahead in the car, and she did. Randy stepped up into the tractor seat, and I climbed up next to him, sitting on the wheel covering. I was wearing new boots that made me look like a hooker, and I could feel my jeans stretching across my ass as I made the climb. We drove for a few minutes as I sat next to him, holding on to him to keep my balance. I could tell he was feeling comfortable with me, because he mustered up the courage to tell me that he used to fantasize about me in high school, especially after he saw me change into my pajamas one night at one of Beth’s slumber parties. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and I just knew something was going to happen.
After a while Randy asked me if I would like to sit on his lap, since it would be more comfortable. I didn’t hesitate, but slowly slid over onto his thighs. He wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me there, while the other reached around me to control the steering wheel. I could feel his fingers touching my hips, and it was making me really horny. So I decided to make the first move. I told him the breeze was making my nipples hard, and I pulled his free hand up to my left breast to show him.
My nipples were hard all right, but not from the breeze. He began to fondle the hard nubbin, softly at first and then faster, moving his fingers in a circular motion. I leaned back and turned to face him, and we kissed slowly. Our lips brushed tentatively, searching for solid contact, and then we found it. Soon our tongues were massaging each other.
I knew he was hard at that point, because I could feel his stiff cock between my ass cheeks. The tractor had come to a stop, and he turned the engine off. Now that he had both hands free he started to unbutton my blouse. When it was open he pulled my bra down over one breast and began to tease my nipple. It was so hard I could have cut glass with it. His other hand unzipped my jeans, his fingers making their way inside, sliding under my panties. They circled my pussy for what seemed like forever, and then he sank his index finger inside me. I moaned as he probed my cunt. His other hand slid from my breast and began opening his jeans. I reached down and felt the smooth surface of his cockhead.
“Oh God,” I panted into his ear. “I have to have your cock in my mouth!” With that I reluctantly pulled away, turning around and backing up against the steering wheel so I could bend over and find his cock with my mouth. I began by licking the tip of it, and then lubed the whole thing with my tongue. I took him between my lips and began to blow him slowly, taking about half of that gorgeous thing into my mouth. As the speed of my sucking picked up I took in more and more, until I could feel the tip at the back of my throat. He put his hands on my head and began to pump his hips, fucking my mouth. What a sensation! I didn’t want him to stop even though it was a challenge to take his entire cock. He was grunting softly, and a minute later he shot his load. He came so copiously that I couldn’t quite swallow it all. His juice spilled over my chin and down onto my bare tits.
After I cleaned the jism from his cock, Randy told me it was my turn. We changed positions so that I was sitting in the tractor seat and he was facing me. He started sucking my breasts and nibbling on my nipples. His mouth was so eager that I got even wetter, just thinking about what he was going to do next. As he licked his way down to my love triangle, he spread my legs apart and placed them over his shoulders. I could feel his lips in my pussy hair. He was teasing my clit as he placed two fingers inside my hole. My G-spot was being massaged by his fingers as he stroked my swollen clit with his tongue. I was grinding my hips against his face, clutching at his hair and moaning loudly. He took his fingers out of my pussy, one of them finding its way to my asshole while his tongue took its place, fucking my tight cunt. I couldn’t take it anymore, and heard myself screaming out in pleasure as I came and came.
Exhausted, I slumped back, almost falling out of the tractor seat. Randy took a few more licks and then straightened up, saying, “Are you ready for the next round?”
My face must have told him the answer as I looked down at his beautiful cock, hard again and shining in the fading afternoon light. Spreading my thighs, he slowly began to slide that throbbing tool into my twat. I caught my breath as I watched it disappear into my body. Then he was fucking me, moving hard and deep inside me.
“Oh, Pam, I love the feel of your pussy!” he exclaimed as he picked up the pace. My legs were straight up in the air, his hands clasping my ankles. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded the hell out of me. After a few more minutes he pulled out, saying, “I want to get you from behind!”
I wasn’t about to say no to that. He turned me around and bent me over the seat so that my elbows were resting on it. “Do it, do it, Randy,” I gasped out. “Fuck me doggie-style!” Before I even got it out he had stuck his hard shaft deep inside me. His hands felt wonderful, gripping my hips and sliding around to my tits as I pushed back at him, matching his heated rhythm. His cock was working such magic in my pussy that I started to come again. He slowed down to let me savor my climax, and then we were back at it again. I couldn’t believe how much stamina he had, but I was definitely not complaining. Randy began to pound me harder and harder, until he exploded inside me finally with a loud groan.
We grinned at each other as he slowly withdrew his cock from me. It was an odd sensation to feel his come start dripping out of my cunt. “Thank you, Pam,” he panted in my ear. “Thanks for making my old fantasy come true.”
“My pleasure,” I said, and I meant it. In fact, I was already wondering what other pieces of farm equipment we could try out together.
—P.L., Topeka, Kansas
Bonnie Blossoms
As my marriage had recently gone south, I had decided I needed to get away to the beach for some R&R. It was just at the beginning of summer, so there weren’t very many guests at the beachfront hotel where I was staying.
I should say that I am a man in excellent physical shape, with a forty-five-inch chest and thirty-four-inch waist. Part of the reason my marriage broke up was that my wife didn’t appreciate all the hours I spent at the gym. Anyway, I decided to show my hardened body off on this vacation. My swimsuit was a pair of bikini trunks, and I had torn out the lining in the crotch, which rendered the shape of my shaft and cockhead easily visible. I must have looked good, as several women on the beach asked to take my picture.
On the last day of my trip I found out just how much my workouts had paid off. As I was walking back to my hotel room after lunch, I saw two college-age girls sunning themselves by the pool. One of them caught sight of me and tapped the other on the shoulder so she could check me out.
After going up to my room for a drink, I decided to go back down and talk to those girls. When I got there I found only one of them left. She was blonde, with a nice tan, and a bikini top that strained to hold in her ample tits. After some small talk I found out she was from Alabama and that her name was Bonnie. At this point my dick was beginning to stiffen in my trunks, something that did not go unnoticed on her part. I invited her to check out the view from my tenth-floor balcony, and I was very happy when she accepted. I couldn’t wait to pluck this southern flower.
Once we were in my room we walked out onto the balcony, and I put my arms around her from behind. At the same time I pulled my cock out and laid it against her back as I held her close. She was going to get more of a view than she expected!
Bonnie turned around and gazed at my pole with wide-eyed appreciation. I then led her back into the room, where we both faced the full-length mirror, with me standing behind her, cupping her ample tits in my hands. It was my turn for a view, and she didn’t try to stop me as I stripped her top off. I then put my hand down the front of her bikini bottom, to find a tight slit that was moist with anticipation. Pulling her bottoms down, I slowly inserted my index finger. She seemed ultrasensitive to my touch, and I wondered if any cock had been between those sweet pussy lips before. When I asked her, she confessed that the closest she had come was after a college dance, when her date had tried to fuck her. But she had wanted her first fuck to be with someone more experienced—and better hung. She said she had sucked his cock, but that was all. Then I asked her if she’d like to try sucking mine.
For answer she got down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. For a girl with so little experience, she was surprisingly good. Before I knew it, my cock was quaking in her mouth, unloading my jism down her throat while she eagerly swallowed it.
I then put her on the bed and turned my attention to her virgin pussy. An old trick of mine is to rinse my mouth with ice water before sucking cunt, as the sensation of a cold tongue between two hot pussy lips always gets a woman begging for cock. And Bonnie was no exception. She moaned and gasped and panted as I proceeded to eat her out as skillfully as I knew how, paying particular attention to her stiff little clit, until she was pulling at my cock, telling me in a breathless voice that she was really, really ready to be fucked.
I spread her legs wide and teased her by inserting just my cockhead inside her, until her hips were thrusting up off the mattress. I then pushed farther into the tightest cunt imaginable. After about half of my thickness was in, I arched my back to fill her up, and she gave a little cry as her hymen was torn away, but she didn’t stop moving with me. I pumped away with steady strokes until I began to feel my load building up.
At that point, partly to prolong our session, I turned her around to take her from behind. She gasped with pleasure at this new position, and as much as I wanted to keep fucking her, I also couldn’t wait to pump her young pussy full of my man milk. I pushed in deeply and fucked her hard, our bodies slapping together. I leaned forward to take her tits in my hands and, barely slowing my pistoning thrusts, I whispered in her ear, telling her that I was going to give her a gift—a pussy full of my sperm.
After another few minutes I again felt my load building up to the point of bursting. I slid my hands down to grasp the front of her thighs, pulling her harder against me, pushing my cock as deep as I could into her sex. At this point her pussy muscles were actively coaxing my dick to deliver its seed. With a loud grunt I exploded, pumping what seemed like a gallon of come into her as deeply as I could. The last time I had fucked this hard, my son had been born nine months later.
After spewing my jism, I pulled out and offered my dick to her mouth, and Bonnie gladly took it in, cleaning our juices from it with her sweet lips and tongue.
Now fully satisfied, I stood back to look down at her. The girl who only a few minutes before had been a sweet but frustrated young virgin was now a fuckable and happily satisfied woman. Her pussy lips were still swollen and gaping open slightly. The valley between her tits was soaked with sweat, the sheets at her crotch were wet with her juices, and a tiny drop of come hung on her smiling lips. And best of all, her eyes shone with gratitude and pleasure.
I would enjoy several more sessions with Bonnie before we went our separate ways.
—Name and address withheld
Gallery Grope
All I knew about the former occupant of my newly secured apartment was what the real estate broker had told me: his name was Lawrence, and he was an art dealer specializing in American painters. Never having met an art dealer before, I half expected him to be some sort of pipe-smoking, bearded, professorial type. All I had in mind as I made my way to his art gallery was picking up the keys to my new dwelling, and the impending task of moving my belongings over the next few days.
I eagerly rang the doorbell of the elegant town house in which the gallery was located, my mind busy with thoughts of how I was planning to decorate my new home.
Then the door opened, and there he was. I couldn’t believe my eyes! In front of me stood a gentleman blessed with a face that was both mature and handsome, above a set of broad shoulders and a tanned, athletic body that would have put many a younger man to shame. He wore a classic, well-tailored suit and a pair of flattering spectacles. I felt a sudden urge to pluck away his eyeglasses to get a better look at the seductive eyes underneath. As I continued to look into those soulful eyes, I instinctively knew I was in trouble. Picking up the keys was suddenly the last thing on my mind.
He introduced himself in a warm and outgoing manner, and I told him my name in turn, trying my best to sound calm and cool in the presence of this attractive man. As he invited me in and we made small talk, my interest was even more piqued by the fact that, handsome though he was, Lawrence did not display any of the arrogance that I’d noticed in all too many good-looking men. If anything, his charming manner had a slight diffidence to it. I accepted his offer of a brief tour of the gallery, although I was a neophyte where painting was concerned. But with a host like Lawrence, how could I refuse?
Luckily, I’ve always garnered my fair share of stares from men, thanks to my long, jet-black hair, exotic Asian looks, and 36D breasts that most men find impossible to ignore. I caught myself wondering if Lawrence liked what he saw. I also wondered if he’d like my trimmed Asian pussy, and how my full, pouty lips would feel around his cock. My imagination sometimes has a habit of getting the best of me, and now was no exception. I felt my warm pussy twitching and moistening as my fantasies grew more intense. His words faded into a blur, and all I could focus on wa
s my intense sexual attraction to this man I knew so little about. In all my twenty-seven years I’d never felt this intense, spontaneous sexual magnetism with a complete stranger. This undeniable chemistry was something I had to explore further.
Even so, I surprised myself when, unbidden, I walked boldly over to a big leather couch at one side of the room, sat down, and, with a come-hither smile, motioned for Lawrence to join me. Never before had I been so blatantly forward, but lust breeds fearlessness, I suppose, and the man was positively driving me crazy with desire.
No words were necessary as he moved toward me. My eyes betrayed my burning lust, to which Lawrence responded with an impassioned kiss. I nearly swooned, but I wanted more. My lips slid over his cheek, brushed his ear, then traced their way down to his neck before moving back to his lips. And then our lips locked together for what seemed like an eternity, our tongues alternately swirling and probing in each other’s mouths. I drank in his fresh masculine scent as I daringly moved my hands over his muscular legs. I could feel his arousal when our bodies locked together, his engorged cock pressing up against me, trapped in his pants like a prisoner trying to break free.
Though there are times when I enjoy a slow lovemaking session, all I felt now was a fiery urgency of desire. Sensing my animalistic need, Lawrence quickly and skillfully removed every shred of my clothing, and I tore his garments off with equal ardor. His cock was absolutely gorgeous! My eyes practically popped out as I gazed at the flaring head and the thick shaft, like a tigress eyeing her prey. My pussy was dripping wet at this point, and my clit fully aroused, as I knew I would soon be taking that thick fuck rod into my ready depths.
First things first, however; I had to taste him! He lay on the sofa as I knelt on the floor in front of him. Mischievously, I decided to torture him a bit. I licked his inner thighs, then his stomach, then tongued his round, beautiful balls, temporarily ignoring the shaft I was so anxious to wrap my lips around. I continued to tease, running my tongue in a slow circular motion over the very sensitive patch below his testicles. Finally I moved to his cock, licking slowly and deliberately over the head and enjoying every drop of his sweet precome. Then I gave in to my desire and took all of him into my mouth, opening wide to deep-throat his manhood. I was in heaven as I hungrily sucked this sexy, enticing man, and I felt as though I could go on tonguing him forever. As I worked the thick rod with my eager mouth, I lightly cupped and fondled his balls with one hand while rubbing my dripping pussy with the other. I was ready for some serious pussy action!
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