Richie would just love to get a look at my pussy. I didn’t have much hair down there—not the kind of thick, springy bush that I saw between Donna’s legs whenever we changed for gym. What I had was more like the wispy, almost invisible blonde hairs on the backs of my arms. Unless you looked really close, you would think I still was completely bare.
I slipped a finger in my slit, thinking about that creep Richie. The button at the top of my pussy lips was like a hard little pea. I made circles around it with my fingertips. When I dipped my middle finger in my opening, it came out all wet and slippery. I pushed my finger in deeper. My hole was so tiny that I wondered how I ever would be able to fit a big, hard penis inside of it. If I had not been so pissed off at Donna, I would have asked her what it had been like to lose her cherry.
“Penis”—I repeated the word in my mind as I rubbed myself between the legs and tugged on my budding nipples. I wanted to see a real penis so much, a beautiful penis, a hard penis that would plunge inside me and make me cry out with pleasure. What I wanted was a penis of my own. I really, really wanted one.
I wanted Richie’s penis. I wanted him to fuck me and make me a woman.
I had to hold on to the edge of the bathroom sink to keep from collapsing when I started to come. I was glad that my family was all downstairs, where they could not hear the whimpering sounds I made. My fingers were soaked with juice from my hot, tender little pussy. My pretty boobs were covered in sweat, making them glisten. My panties were a mess.
That was when I made up my mind. I was eighteen years old, a mature adult woman. I was not going to live by some stupid chastity pledge that I had made when I was just a seventeen-year-old child. I threw back my shoulders and looked at myself in the mirror.
Watch out, Donna, you nasty slut, you’re about to get some real competition!—B.R., Laramie, Wyoming
THIS GIRL’S BOYFRIEND HAS A BRILLIANT FUTURE IN POLITICS
My boyfriend Shane is just the absolute best. He totally respected my feelings about not wanting to do any serious messing around and compromising my morals while we were still in high school. Until I changed my mind, that is. We have been for-real lovers only four weeks now, but I can tell that the two of us are going to be 2-gether 4-ever!
At first I had wanted Shane to wait until we were married before we “did the deed.” He was cool with that. Seriously! But since both of us were over eighteen when we started dating, it got pretty hard to keep sending him home with blue balls every night. I mean, I didn’t want him to develop a serious medical condition on account of me.
All of my girlfriends, and the bio teacher at my high school, said that guys who claim they might suffer lasting physical damage if they don’t get sex are only being deceitful. But I knew for sure that Shane was in actual pain after our make-out sessions.
“You’re so goddamned hot, Katie,” he had said more than once, usually while he was lying on top of me in my parents’ basement rec room when nobody else was around. “Can’t you tell what you do to me?”
I could tell, all right. I could feel how hard his big thing would get in his pants. Shane would kind of hunch his crotch against mine while we were down there in the dark. We kept the TV on to cover up the sounds we made on the squeaky convertible sofa.
The feel of his stiff rod rubbing against my cookie always gave me a funny, dirty feeling. It wasn’t exactly the same as when I rubbed my cunny with my fingertips to make myself feel good before I went to sleep at night. When I played with myself, I did not have any urge to stick something in the wet little place between my legs. Rubbing my puffy mound was enough to satisfy me.
But when Shane rubbed the crotch of his jeans against mine, and I could feel how hard his penis was through the denim, all I could think about was letting him put that big, stiff erection inside me. He would put his tongue in my mouth and practically take my breath away as he ground against me. That always made my nipples amazingly hard. I wanted to be stuffed full of his penis at those times. I knew that was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
Still, I managed to keep my desires under control, and so did Shane. Finally, though, the night came when he shared his true feelings with me.
“At least suck it a little,” he said. “I gotta get off tonight, or I think I’ll die.”
I felt an obligation to keep Shane from going home in misery again. Any girl who says she loves her boyfriend should be willing to ease his suffering, shouldn’t she?
“Well, I don’t guess that using my mouth would technically count as sex,” I said. “But are you sure you won’t think less of me if I do that?”
Shane reached for the front of his pants and undid himself in a hurry. “No way, Katie,” he said, breathing hard. “I totally respect you. Come on, let’s do it!”
I am proud to say that I never had seen a real, live penis before Shane took his out that night. I was not one of those nasty sluts who goes to bed with every guy she meets. This was different. Shane and I were in love, real love. That made everything we did good and pure and right.
Shane’s erection stood straight up against his body, kind of throbbing, like it had a pulse. I was a little bit surprised by it, considering how long and big around it was. I was glad that I would not have to worry about fitting it inside my virgin vagina for a few years, until we both had finished college and could get married. At least, that was what I thought at the time.
Shane held his penis in one hand, aiming it toward me. His testicles looked really big in the skin sac that hung underneath. I knew his balls must be filled with sperm and stuff. I wondered if maybe guys were like cows, who start to hurt if they don’t get milked on a regular basis.
“Come on and suck my dick, Katie,” he said, pulling on himself. The tip of his big penis was round and swollen, nearly purple. “Come on and suck me off.”
Those words might not sound very romantic, but the way Shane said them made me melt. I leaned over, opened my mouth, and put it around the head of his penis. He began thrusting his hips upward. His erection went so deep in my throat that I gasped in surprise. I backed off, stroking his stalk with one hand while I caught my breath.
He said, “I’m sorry, baby. I just got too excited. Come on, I won’t do that again. Really.” He looked so sexy, lying there with his penis all shiny with my spit.
I put my mouth back on him. I bobbed up and down his hard-on, being careful not to take too much. Even though I knew that this was not really sex—you know, not “sex sex”—it still felt really nasty and hot. I was getting warm between the legs. I knew I was wet down there.
Shane leaned back and closed his eyes while I sucked him. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve got to fuck you tonight, Katie.”
I looked up in confusion. “But what about all the things we said about waiting until our wedding night?”
He got a real sincere, look on his face. “I feel like I’m already married to you, Katie. Don’t you feel that way about me?”
No girl ever has felt as cherished as I did at that moment “Yes,” I whispered, glowing. “Yes, that’s exactly how I feel.”
“Then take off your pants for me.”
“All right, Shane.” I stood and unzipped my jeans. He helped me tug them down my hips. They were so tight that my cotton Calvin Klein panties came down with them.
Shane buried his nose in my bush. His tongue snaked out and licked my cunny. “You’re nice and wet,” he said. “I think you secretly like the idea of getting fucked tonight, don’t you?” I felt myself blushing.
He was right. I was all creamy between my legs, really turned on. I wanted him to fuck me. He pulled me onto the couch, spread my legs wide and went back for a longer taste. He rooted around between my cunt lips with his tongue, going really deep. I had to hold a hand over my mouth to keep my moans of pleasure from being too loud.
I heard myself saying, “Make love to me, Shane.”
He grinned at me. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Katie? I don’t want you doing anyt
hing just because of me.” While he was saying that, he was working two fingers in and out of my slippery hole. His thumb was flicking the sensitive little nub at the top of my slit. I was going out of my mind.
“Yes, yes, please,” I groaned. “Stick it in me! Hurry!”
He got between my legs. I felt the blunt tip of his penis probing up and down the slit of my sex. Then it was right there, right at the opening. I held my breath.
Shane plunged his thing inside my body with one thrust. I opened my mouth to cry out, but nothing escaped. Tears of joy ran down my face as he pumped his huge, thick cock in and out of my little opening. I became a woman at that moment. I was Shane’s woman, his wife in everything but the legal sense. And it felt good.
“I’m ready to come,” Shane said. “I can’t hold back.”
The next thing I knew, he had pulled his dick out of my vagina. It was spitting white gunk up onto my belly. There was a whole lot of it too. He was clenching his teeth and trembling. When no more came out, he stuck his penis back inside me for a few more thrusts.
He penis eventually went soft and slipped out of me. He left pretty soon after that.
I have heard vicious rumors since then that Shane has been having sex with other girls from school, but I don’t believe them. Every time he comes over, he says again that we are as good as married, right before he takes off his pants. That is true love, in my book. And that’s good enough for me.—K.N., Burlington, Vermont
IS THIS THE REAL THING, OR JUST A CASE OF POOPY LOVE?
My guy Gary has this thing about my butt. Specifically, he has this thing about wanting to fuck it.
What is it with guys and that area, anyway? It’s not like we girls don’t have a perfectly good hole around front for them to stick their dicks in. Don’t they know the difference between an exit and an entrance? God! My last two boyfriends were exactly the same way.
I should mention that I only date older guys, usually guys in their late twenties. You would think that having a sexy eighteen-year-old girl’s pussy to fuck would be enough for any man that age. Not to brag or anything, but I mean, come on! We’re hot!
Girls my age know that we are every guy’s idea of perfect. We are tight, firm and full of energy. Also, we are young enough that guys, can kid themselves thinking how sweet and innocent we are. “Oh, mister, what is that big, hard thing sticking out of your pants! I’ve never seen one of those before! Are you sure it will fit inside my little tiny pussy?” Get real!
Anyhow, just like Gary, those other boyfriends kept bugging me to let them bone me in the butt. Nothing I said would get them off the subject. I called them sick. I asked if they were queer. I said that I just had eaten jalapeno three-bean chili with onion sauce. None of that mattered. They still would beg me to let them stick their dicks up my ass.
Hey, I’m not going to kid you and say that I didn’t like a little attention back there now and then. If one of those guys was fucking my pussy and decided to dip a finger in my asshole at the same time, I never complained. I kind of enjoyed getting probed that way, to be honest. But there is a big difference between a finger and a dick. I didn’t like the idea of stretching something the size of a Cheerio to the diameter of a toilet-paper roll. Which is a pretty good analogy, when you think about it.
They kept insisting that I would love the feeling. One of them asked me if he could stick a dildo up my butt so I would have an idea of what I was missing. No thanks!
The other guy said that he had not met a girl yet who did not end up enjoying anal sex. Like that was going to turn me on—the idea that he had stuck his dick up other girls’ asses! Gee, way to make a girl feel special!
Long story short. I eventually told both of those guys to fuck off. Then I met Gary. Things went great for us at first. He was a real champ at pussy-eating, for one thing, which counts for a hell of a lot in this girl’s scorebook. Any guy who will get down there without being asked, and who will stay down there until I’ve come, definitely gets a gold star. And Gary could stay hard forever!
But sure enough, the night came when he told me he wanted that “little something extra.”
We were at his place. I was on top of him in 69 position, naked, sucking his dick while he ate my pussy. I knew what was coming when I felt his tongue wriggling its way toward my asshole and starting to flick around. Still, I wasn’t about to tell him to stop. If you’ve ever been in that situation, you know why. The sensation of having a tongue licking your butt crack is sheer heaven.
Then something new happened. Gary made his tongue real stiff and pushed it inside my asshole, actually going right in. That was a new one! I know that I have not been having sex very long, so I don’t really have all that much experience, but none of my other lovers ever got that wild. They usually just circled my butthole with little butterfly kisses. Or maybe I should say “butterfly” kisses.
But Gary was going at my pooper like he was eating my pussy. He probed inside my asshole with his tongue, fucking it in and out. He was holding my cheeks apart with both hands. He had formed a seal around my winky with his mouth. When he started sucking my butt, I thought I was going to come!
“Oh my God,” I sighed. “God, that feels good.”
Knowing that he had me right where he wanted me, Gary said, “How about letting me put something a little bit bigger inside this pretty little hole? Something nice and long and thick.”
So, okay, I was in a good mood. I figured if anybody ever had earned the right to take my butt cherry, it was Gary.
“Have you got any lube?” I asked. Hey, I read magazines like Penthouse Letters, so I know the drill when it comes to girls who take it up the butt.
“Yep.”
“And a rubber?”
“Yep.”
“And do you promise to go slow?”
“I promise.”
“Well—okay. But you’ve gotta stop if I tell you I don’t like it.”
“Oh, you’ll like it, all right.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Did I seem like the kind of skanky chick who liked getting fucked in the butt? What was that all about?
I decided not to give him any shit about his remark. He got up on his knees behind me, placing both of his big hands on my rump. I felt really exposed and naked when he held my butt cheeks apart. Once a guy has seen a girl from that angle, there’s not a lot of mystery left, that’s for sure.
“Take a deep breath,” he said. I took a deep breath. I felt the blunt tip of his hard-on press against my asshole. He pushed it in a little. It felt huge.
“Open up for me,” he said. “Try to make your asshole relax.”
I concentrated on making myself less tense back there. I felt my butthole flower open a little.
“That’s the way,” Gary said. He pushed some more of his dick inside me, then even more. I forgot to breathe. The feeling was pretty overwhelming.
“Is it all the way in yet?” I moaned.
“About halfway,” he said.
Halfway! Jesus! I already felt like I had a foot of cock up my ass. Gary began doing some back-and-forthing, working more of his dick in. I broke out in an all-over sweat. This went way beyond fucking. Let’s just say that what he was doing definitely had my undivided attention.
I let out a long, low groan as Gary pushed the last inch or so of his hard dick in my pooper. I could tell that he was all the way in because I could feel his ball sac resting against the lips of my pussy. He held that position and let out a long sigh.
I remembered to breathe. My whole body was trembling with pleasure. I was so crammed full that I felt as if I had just sat on a bowling pin. When Gary started fucking in and out of my ass—slowly at first, and then faster—I had to reach between my legs and rub my pussy. That’s how turned on I was.
“Do it,” I said between my teeth. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it like you’ve always wanted to fuck it!”
Gary really slammed his dick in and out of me after that. I felt like he was turning me inside out. T
he friction made my asshole feel like it was on fire.
Why the hell had I waited so long to try this? This was the most fucking incredible feeling on earth! I felt like apologizing to those former boyfriends for being so damned stupid. How was I supposed to know they were not lying when they told me I would like this kind of sex as much as they would?
Gary gave a loud moan and went balls-deep in my ass again. I felt his cock throbbing, spurting his thick come, filling up the tip of his rubber. I rubbed my pussy harder to make myself come at the same time. I cried out, and I nearly blacked out. I collapsed on the mattress in a sweaty heap, as limp as a rag doll.
Okay, so I learned my lesson. Now I am at the point where I actually prefer butt sex to the regular kind. Gary has no complaints, that’s for sure. He can’t get enough of my tight little eighteen-year-old ass.
And you know what? I think I am going to call up those former boyfriends of mine. I’ll show them that I am not as much of a tight-ass as I used to be—in more ways than one!—V.N., West Hartford, Connecticut
IS THIS LETTER REALLY HOT? DO THE BARE SHIT IN THE WOODS?
My boyfriend convinced me to go on a camping trip with him last weekend. It was a pretty tough selling job, let me tell you. I am an eighteen-year-old city girl whose idea of roughing it is going more than a week without having my nails done. The last thing I ever thought I would want to do was spend two days in a tent on the side of a mountain.
Greg promised me that I would have fun, though. “Just wait until I’m eating your sweet pussy at dawn with the sun coming up over the north ridge,” he said. “There will be nobody else around for miles, just you and me naked on a blanket on the grass. Your legs will be wrapped around my head, my tongue will be buried in your tasty cunt, and I’ll have both of your tits in my hands while the morning sun beats down on our bodies. You’ll turn into a nature girl then, I guarantee it.”
I guess I must be a sucker for sweet talk, because that Friday we loaded up Greg’s SUV and headed out of town. I’ve discovered that he is the kind of guy who can convince a girl to do just about anything, when he puts his mind to it.
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