I had never done anything like this before, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock, lightly massaging it and sucking gently. I only took about half of it in, because I didn’t want him to come too quickly. As I sucked I stroked his balls with one hand, and soon felt them begin to draw up inside his scrotum. I could taste his sweet precome, and I knew he was just about ready. He stroked my hair and moaned softly, arching his hips to try to get more of himself into my mouth. I slid my lips all the way down to his balls. He stifled a cry of pleasure as he shot his come down my throat. I swallowed quickly, trying to take it all, but it was too much; some of it ran down my chin, and I scooped it up and sucked it from my fingers.
I stayed on my knees a little longer, licking what was left of his come off the head of his cock. I then returned his now soft manhood to his pants, rezipped them and returned to my seat, after making sure that no one was watching. He helped me up and kissed me feverishly, whispering my name in my ear and holding me close, just as the ferry was docking at the statue.
We got off the ferry and walked hand-in-hand to the statue, where we took the elevator to the crown. We tried to make small talk and act like a regular couple, but we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off one another. He would put his arm around me, or I would touch his arm, all very casually, but my skin seemed to burn wherever he touched me, and it seemed to be the same for him.
Once we got up to the crown we went from window to window, looking at the sights below. I would stand in front of him, with my body pressed against him and his arms around me. When no one was near, I would feel his thumbs brushing over my breasts, slowly and gently. Occasionally he would kiss my neck or my hair, or I would turn my head so we could look into each other’s eyes, and our mouths would meet, just lightly, lovingly, building the anticipation of what we both knew was going to happen. At each new window I could feel him pressing me closer, and I could feel his hardness against me, which made me wetter and wetter.
There was really no need to rush into anything; we enjoyed being together, and we had all day. But the touching and kissing were building a fire in our bodies that we knew would be out of control soon if we didn’t find the means to extinguish it.
Finally, as we were going from one window to the next, we saw a little alcove which was obviously a storage area of some sort, with boxes piled up one on top of the other. He looked at the alcove, then back at me. I looked at it too, and nodded, and with a little giggle we headed for the small space. There was just enough room for us to fit in between the boxes and the wall, and once we were in there the boxes hid us from view.
In this sanctuary, however insecure, our fire burst into flame. Again we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but this time our caresses weren’t soft and loving, but urgent and demanding. Obviously we couldn’t get completely undressed, but with his help I quickly slipped off my panties. We really didn’t have room to lie down either, but no difficulties could stop us now. He stacked a couple of the boxes in a corner, just high enough so he could sit me on top of them. As I perched on the edge, he pulled my skirt up over my thighs and unzipped his pants, taking out his rock-hard cock and guiding it into me.
We were so hot and ready from all the foreplay that he sank deep inside me with his first thrust, and began to fuck me hard and fast. The sounds of the people walking around only a few feet away, and the fact that we still had most of our clothes on, only heightened our excitement. I put my arms behind me, leaning back in my hands so that I could move my hips to meet his thrusts, and he lifted my ass off the boxes with his hands as he pumped himself into me. I heard myself moaning softly, and I was afraid someone would hear, but I was in such ecstasy I could hardly help myself. I couldn’t take any more, and I put my legs around his hips to bring him closer, and further inside me. He was holding my thighs now, panting as he fucked me hard and deep, and I started to come, turning my head and pressing my mouth against my shoulder to try to stifle the sounds that came from it. He let out a low, deep growl, and I could feel his hot sperm filling me and mixing with my juices. God, it felt so good I wanted to scream!
I fell back onto the box as he pulled out of me, both of us totally spent. Neither of us wanted to move, but we couldn’t stay there. Finally we pulled our clothes together and, after peeking around the boxes to see that the coast was clear, we hightailed it out of there. Of course we weren’t moving very fast—our knees were too weak for that.—S.R., Saginaw, Michigan
SHE WAS JUST HIS OLDER NEIGHBOR TILL SHE SHOWED HIM HER CHOCOLATE BOX
It was the summer after my junior year of college, when I was about to turn twenty-one. I was a fit, strong young lad, full of hope and promise, but a bit on the naive side when it came to love and women, especially older women. But though I didn’t know it, that was about to change.
Denise was a thirty-four-year-old woman who lived across the street from us. I had known her all the time I was growing up, but had never thought of her as anything other than a neighbor. Actually, she was a lovely woman, full-figured, with flaming red hair, big shapely calves and a huge set of tits. Her husband, Cal, was a pharmaceutical salesman and, as far as I remember, a nice guy.
I had just come home for summer vacation and was feeling great, with finals over and my summer job still a week away. Strolling down the street, greeting friends and neighbors I hadn’t seen for a while, I stopped to talk to Denise, noticing for maybe the first time how sexy she was. How had I missed it? I wondered.
Our conversation was pretty general at first. We talked about my college courses, and about how our families were doing. Then she told me that, as a hobby, she was making chocolate boxes. Naturally, I thought she meant boxes of chocolate. So when she asked me if I’d like to come inside and see some, I agreed politely, but without much interest.
Once inside, she took me upstairs to her bedroom, where I had never been before. She went to the closet, took out a cardboard box and opened it. Suddenly I was staring at a chocolate vagina, complete with pink chocolate pussy lips, and anatomically correct in every detail!
“Wow!” I said. “When you said chocolate boxes, I didn’t know you meant—you know—boxes! It does look tasty, through. What, may I ask, did you model it after?”
Without hesitation, Denise lifted up the short pleated skirt she was wearing and revealed that she had no panties on. Lifting a leg onto the bed, she spread her legs and showed me her pussy! No chocolate, just real, warm flesh. And man, it was beautiful, covered with bright red hair. My eyes popped out of my head. “Would you like a taste of the real thing, Phil?” she said.
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Now at that age, I didn’t need a hell of a lot of prompting. I already had a hard-on the size of St. Louis. I got right down there and stuck my face between her legs. I then sucked and licked that beautiful pussy as well as I knew how. I can still remember how good it tasted. Soon Denise was breathing hard and whimpering, “Yes, baby, oh yes, eat that box, lick that pussy, mmm . . .” I guess I was doing a good job, because in just a few minutes she shook and convulsed, falling on the bed with a big smile on her face.
“May I return the favor?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she rubbed my erect cock through my shorts. Then, pulling it out, she began to suck it good, apparently enjoying every minute of it.
She sat on the bed as I stood in front of her, giving her mouth a good fucking. She had no problem taking it all in. When I came I shot a heavy load down her throat, and she didn’t miss a beat, swallowing everything I had. But I was just twenty-one, and not ready to hang it up yet. Kneeling down beside her, I cautiously caressed her tits through her shirt, rubbing the nipples with my thumbs until they were erect. I could see that this really turned her on.
“Take a good look, baby,” she said finally, and lifted up her shirt. Those tits were huge, and gorgeous! Perfectly shaped and covered with freckles, with big nipples that must have stood out an inch. Grabbing those tits with both hands, I immersed my face in them, sucking
her nipples and licking them back and forth. I was working Denise into a frenzy.
“Fuck me, Phil,” she gasped out, her words coming in a torrent as I explored her tits with my mouth. “Fuck me soft, fuck me hard, do anything you want with me. I need your big, young, hard cock inside me right now. I’m begging you, please, fuck me like a whore!”
I swear I had never been more turned on in my life. I laid her down, spread her legs and moved into her, pumping her good and hard. Her tits were shaking, and she was playing with her nipples. I held her shapely legs in the air by her ankles as I fucked her, pulling my cock out almost all the way before plunging it back in. “Oh my God,” she said, her voice choked with arousal, “You . . . you can really fuck . . . oh baby . . . you’re fucking me so good . . . sooo good . . .”
I had never been talked to this way before. No college girl I had ever screwed had reached this level of passion. It was like I was being cheered on.
Denise came hard, moaning and grunting, but I wasn’t done yet. I pulled out of her pussy, and with my cock covered with her juices, I held her massive tits together and fucked them. With each upward stroke the tip of my cock would reach her mouth, and she’d lick it. After a couple of minutes, Denise licked her finger and stuck it into my ass, just a little bit, but it sent me over the edge, and I came all over her face.
Afterwards, I was a bit embarrassed, but I had taken a trip to heaven. I took that trip a few more times that summer too. The fact is that Denise fucked and sucked me better than anyone I ever knew, before or since.
When I returned home the next summer, Denise and Cal had moved, and unfortunately I never saw her again. But on the off chance that she gets to read this letter, I want her to know that I will never forget her and her sweet chocolate box.—P.L., Savannah, Georgia
WHEN HE STRUCK IT RICH HE FOUND A NEW LIFE AND AN UNINHIBITED WIFE
It is hard to believe that Marilyn and I have been married for five years. It seems both shorter and longer at the same time. Marilyn is a party girl, twenty years younger than I am. When I met her, I was in an unfortunate marriage, unsatisfying in every way, emotionally, intellectually and sexually. Fortunately, my first wife and I never had children. She was too much into her job to take on other responsibilities. Taking my cue from her, I also worked hard at my business, and finally I got lucky. A big corporation saw my high-tech product line as a perfect acquisition, bought me out and made me a multimillionaire at the age of forty-five. My wife was happy for my good fortune, but had no intention of forsaking her career, whereas I had dreams of acquiring a new sailboat and spending a year or so just seeing different exotic locations, and enjoying my life.
I spotted Marilyn as I was sitting in a local bar, feeling bad and good at the same time, due to the recent upheavals in my life. She was sitting at a table with a girlfriend. They were both dressed in very foxy outfits. Marilyn had on a short black dress, cut low to reveal an ample cleavage. Her friend wore a short leather skirt and a see-through blouse, under which was a skimpy black bra. They both sported flamboyant, inexpensive jewelry and had somewhat heavy makeup, and appeared to be in their early twenties.
I thought to myself that I was old enough to be their father. Nonetheless, on an impulse, I ordered a bottle of champagne and had it sent to their table. When it arrived, the two of them whispered together for a few minutes, and then Marilyn got up and came over to where I was sitting.
She smiled broadly and asked to what they owed the pleasure of my gift. I told her that I thought that two such beautiful women should have something special to drink on this evening when I was celebrating my recent financial good fortune. Marilyn’s eyes lit up at that. “Sugar daddy,” she said, “why don’t you join us and let us help you really celebrate?”
Well, of course, I did. Over several hours, we managed to finish that bottle, and another as well. We told stories and laughed a lot. I can be quite the raconteur, and Marilyn and her friend, whose name was Kelly, were very funny together. By about eleven o’clock I was feeling a bit tipsy and loose, and I boldly suggested that we find some private place together to continue our party. Without hesitating, they said that I should lead the way. The bar was in a downtown hotel, so I led them into the lobby, booked a suite and arranged for room service to deliver some wine and snacks. My two damsels followed me to the elevator.
When we got inside the room, Marilyn went into the bathroom, while Kelly and I sat down on the bed. Before I knew what was happening, we were in a deep kiss and embrace. When I looked up, Marilyn had come out of the bathroom, and she was stark naked. She grinned and said something about our being too hot to even wait for her. Kelly got up then and immediately removed her clothes. My cock had become throbbingly erect and was pressing against my pants. Both of them then proceeded to jump me and to take off my clothes. They looked at my cock with glee. Marilyn quickly began to lick it. She motioned me to lie flat on my back, saying she was especially good at giving blowjobs. Kelly meanwhile positioned her cunt over my face, and I began to eat her out.
A minute later there was a knock at the door. The girls laughed and scurried into the bathroom. I grabbed something to drape around myself, and then opened the door. It was the room-service waitress, who gave me a funny look, but waited around long enough for me to get my wallet out of my pants and tip her. She had brought a cart on which there was a nice bottle of red wine, along with some shrimp, cheeses, and grapes.
Marilyn and Kelly came out of the bathroom, proclaiming that they were famished. Rather than going for the food, however, they went for my cock. Before I knew it, they were taking turns giving me a blowjob. I tried not to come too quickly, but within about five minutes I shot my jism into Marilyn’s mouth. Kelly finished up by licking my cock clean. Only then did they turn their attention to the food cart. Marilyn picked up a shrimp and put it in her cunt, telling me to come and get it. I did so, and then proceeded to eat her out. Kelly began amusing herself by putting grapes up her twat, then expelling them and giving them to me to eat. I had to alternate between eating the food, eating Marilyn and eating Kelly. I had never found myself in quite such an appetizing situation before.
That was only the beginning of a most memorable evening. Before it was over I had watched Marilyn and Kelly get each other off—a beautiful sight—and I had managed to get it up again sufficiently to give Marilyn a long, slow screwing, as Kelly cheered us on and played with herself. At about three in the morning Kelly said that she had to leave to get back home. It turned out that Kelly had a husband, who worked the night shift and would be getting home around six, expecting to find her there.
When we were alone, Marilyn told me that she and Kelly had been best friends since high school. They liked going out together and picking up men. She told me Kelly was pretty close to being a nymphomaniac, although her husband didn’t realize it. She always cheated on him, including on their wedding day, when she had gone off with two of the male guests for a quickie during the wedding party. Marilyn said that she liked sex too, but that she was better able to control herself.
Before we parted I got Marilyn’s telephone number, and shortly after that I got up the nerve to tell my wife I was leaving her. I made her a generous financial offer, and thus we were quickly divorced.
Marilyn and I began to hang around a lot together. She liked being with an older man who could take care of her. Her friends also seemed to take to me. We continued to have sexual trysts with Kelly, who never seemed to get enough. Marilyn was quite a sex bunny herself. She liked to come off several times a day, so we fucked frequently. When I suggested that I wouldn’t mind if she got it on with someone else, she just smiled at me and asked if I would like to watch. She said she did like a little variety now and then, and she knew a great private sex club.
That evening I watched Marilyn strip in public and play with herself, after which she took on three guys in one of the orgy rooms at the club. I watched avidly as she proceeded to blow one of the guys while another fucked her. After they we
re through, she took on the third guy, this time in her ass. When she finished she turned to me and asked whether I wanted mine then or later. I opted for later, when we returned to my apartment.
Two months after that we got married, and went on an extended honeymoon that has now lasted five years. My sailboat is docked in Ft. Lauderdale, but we have traveled around the world. Marilyn remains unbelievably sexual and quite promiscuous. Over the years she has fucked men of all races and all ages, and has become quite an exhibitionist. She is thrilled that I am not jealous, and that I can appreciate and even enjoy her uninhibited behavior. We have fantastic sex together, but when she is with other men, I generally prefer to watch rather than join in. The one exception is when Kelly comes to visit us. Then it’s anything goes, and the orgy is continuous and unlimited. It’s quite a life!—C.R., Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
NO WOMAN COULD HANDLE HIS BIG PENIS UNTIL HE MET A SEXY SCHOOLTEACHER
I have been reading your magazine for a number of years now, and I don’t understand all this crap about big dicks. Guys all think that they want a really big cock, but they don’t have the faintest idea of the pitfalls that come with a large penis. Well, I am writing to set the record straight. Speaking from personal experience, I can tell you that most women do not want a really big dick, and some are even afraid of it.
I have a dick that hangs seven inches when flaccid and grows to nearly fourteen when erect. All through school and into college I was teased and made fun of in the locker rooms and showers. I was called all kinds of names, such as “Bull,” “Hoss” and “Anaconda.” Even in college I found it very difficult to so much as get a date. Most girls were scared off by the rumors they heard, which seriously damaged my social life. There were a few girls who I did date, and everything was fine until it was time for intercourse. Some of those girls liked me enough to try, but it always ended in another night of frustration and a hand job. I finally resolved to remain a virtual virgin for the rest of my life.
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