Once she had me good and wet, Toni stroked me with her hand and fondled my balls until a drop of clear, sticky pre-come oozed from the tip. Toni licked it up and told me she loved the taste.
I asked her to turn the TV off so we could concentrate on our own pleasure. Toni switched it off and stripped off her jeans and panties, exposing her partially shaved mound. Then she climbed back onto the sofa and straddled me. She slowly lowered her hot, wet pussy down onto my cock. We both watched as her beautiful pussy engulfed every inch of my cock. I groaned with pleasure as she slid all the way down to my balls. Toni began riding my cock while I kneaded her large breasts. The feeling was incredible.
I suddenly got the urge to make love to Toni while standing up, so I reached under her legs and grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks. At first she was surprised as I stood up, holding her in my arms, and began pumping into her, because we had never fucked in this position, before. But always quick to adapt to any situation, she merely held on to my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist as she bounced up and down on my cock. Toni got very excited and, after a few minutes, asked me to fuck her from behind, which is probably our favorite position.
We went into the dining room and Toni leaned over the table. She reached back to spread her pussy lips wide open while I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. The pink folds glistened with her sweet juices. Holding her by the hips, I slowly drove the full length of my cock deep into her. She moaned with pleasure, and so did I. I started to fuck her faster, and she responded with cries of “Fuck me harder!” Toni came two times in quick succession, and I was getting close to orgasm myself.
I asked her if she would suck my cock some more. Toni loves to suck me until I come in her mouth, so she eagerly agreed. I suggested we try something a little different and go out onto the screened-in porch. I told her I thought that the added stimulation of semi-public sex might be fun. Toni just grinned her sex-hungry grin at me, and out we went. It was a clear, warm summer night on the Massachusetts coast, so the temperature outside was just delightful.
She sat in a lounge chair and began once again to drive me wild with her mouth while I stood in front of her. Her sucking soon made my knees get weak, and I suddenly felt as if I couldn't stand up much longer. I asked Toni if she wanted to try something really daring. She nodded her head, her lips still wrapped around my cock. I asked her if she wanted to fuck out in the backyard, under the stars.
She was hesitant at first, but with a few passionate kisses and strokes of her pussy, I persuaded her to try it. I took her by the hand and led her out the screen door and down the steps into the moist night air. Toni quickly got down on her hands and knees in the soft, dew-covered grass. Kneeling behind her, I gripped her firmly by the hips. Neither of us could believe we were about to screw outdoors, where we might be seen by neighbors or passersby. But we were so hot to fuck each other by this time that I don't think we could've stopped even if we'd wanted to.
I teasingly slid my cock between Toni's thighs, and she reached back to guide me into her dripping snatch. We wasted no time and immediately began pounding into one another. Toni and I both came quickly in hot, sweaty, mutual orgasms, shuddering with pleasure, certain that someone would hear our moans in the dark. It seemed like a long time before we were able to regain our senses and move again. Finally we helped each other up into the house, laughing. Toni is a wonderful lover, and that was one midsummer night I'm glad wasn't a dream!—R.L., Provincetown, Massachusetts
OPEN-MINDED BOYFRIEND REALLY GETS OFF WHEN SHE KISSES AND TELLS
This letter is primarily about my fiancée Mallory, who is twenty-four years old. I am thirty-six. We have known each other for several years and we live in the San Francisco Bay area. Mallory stands five foot two and weighs one hundred eight pounds. She has dark hair, green eyes and a creamy complexion. She has nicely shaped, medium-size breasts capped with a large, pink areola and tipped with inverted nipples. For years I have trimmed her pubic hair so that her love-tunnel is unobstructed when exposed.
Mallory has an effervescent personality and is basically an all-American girl. She is a senior at a prestigious university and works part-time for a small but well-established real estate firm.
Only a small, very select group of men know that, under the right circumstances, she can be an uninhibited exhibitionist and sexual libertine. I am the voyeur and occasional participant with whom she shares her adventures. Her most recent escapade is encapsulated below.
Over the last several months, Mallory has made several trips to the Los Angeles area, where she befriended a young man named Rick. Like her, he is a college student, but unlike her, he is really painfully shy. Their relationship has been warm and affectionate but, until recently, platonic.
A few weeks ago she had to return to Los Angeles on business, and they made plans to meet for dinner.
Mallory returned home about midnight. When she came into the bedroom, she turned on a light, which woke me up. Before she went into the bathroom to prepare for bed, I gave her a groggy greeting and we exchanged a little small talk. She came out of the bathroom wearing her bra, which was somewhat unusual because we always sleep in the nude. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I asked her how her day had gone. She gave me a hug and a kiss and replied coyly, “Oh, it was interesting.” I placed my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy lips, causing them to spread apart a little. Then I licked the nape of her neck, inserted my finger into her moist tunnel and playfully said, “We seem to be unusually sticky tonight.”
She giggled awkwardly and, after a long pause, replied, “Well, he came all right, but he didn't come in my pussy.”
Bolts of electricity surged through me. It always turned me on to hear her talk like that. Though I was still half asleep, my cock instantly became tumescent and I could barely mumble, “What? What do you mean?”
Hesitantly she admitted, as if she had done something really naughty, “He … uh … came in my mouth.”
My excitement mounting, I interjected, chuckling, “You little cocksucker! How many times? And where were you?”
She continued, “Well, three times. We were in his car. He came in buckets. I've never had a load that big.”
I was overwhelmed—literally trembling—from a combination of intense arousal and curiosity. I didn't know which emotion to explore first. I could barely speak. In a dry voice I said, “Take off your bra, you sweet little cocksucker.”
We exchanged an electric kiss. She then pulled away and looking directly, almost tauntingly, at me, brought both hands up to the front clasp and slowly unhooked and removed her bra. As her tits swung into view, the reason for her modesty became clear: her breasts were covered with hickeys. Still looking directly at me, she cupped each breast, lifted them slightly and arched her back. In a brazen voice, she said, “He really liked my tits.”
I laid her on the bed, inserted my finger into her warm love-tunnel and said, “You little slut. Did you show him your pussy? Did you ask him if you could suck his dick? Did you come? I want to hear every single detail.”
By this time, she was giggling. We had gone through this routine too many times to count, and it never failed to inflame us with passion. She grabbed my pole and began stroking it up and down as she asked in a solicitous voice, “Do you want me to tell you or show you?”
“Both,” I answered. She bent down, rubbed the tip of my dick against her lips and said, “At seven o'clock last evening, this is exactly what I was doing to Rick.” She licked my oozing cock several times in a circular motion, then gently engulfed each testicle in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. Turning her attention back to my cock, she ran her tongue up and down the underside of my shaft several times. Next she placed her lips around the tip and gently, yet firmly, slid her mouth up and down the full length of my shaft twice. With that she stopped and calmly said, “On the third downstroke he came like a broken fire hydrant,” before continuing to suck my cock.
Though I wanted her to tell m
e more, I could not bear to interrupt the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing. As I watched my dick slide in and out of her mouth, I noticed small droplets of saliva form on her lips. I knew that Rick must have been treated to this same, sexy sight, and that thought really got me hot. I also knew that he must have felt the same exquisite pleasure. The combination of the thoughts and the physical pleasure was overwhelming. I came in an explosive orgasm that left me completely drained.
After a silent recovery period, she kissed me passionately and asked me to lick her pussy. When getting licked, Mallory loves to lie on her back, open her legs as wide as possible and spread apart her pussy lips to position her clit for maximum stimulation. As she did this, I said, as caustically as possible, “Didn't Rick lick your pussy good enough? Didn't he bring you off like that?”
Crankily she replied, “No, he didn't. So I want you to lick my pussy.”
I smiled and said, “Say please.”
Mallory responded to this by groaning loudly and saying, “Please lick my pussy now.” I did and she thrashed around in ecstasy. She came two or three times in quick succession before collapsing on the bed in a satiated stupor like a boneless Barbie doll.
I, on the other hand, still had a raging hard-on and wanted to hear more. After a few minutes, she went on with her story.
After dinner she and Rick had walked back to their cars, which were parked in a dark corner of the parking lot. When they arrived at her car, he leaned back against her car door while they chatted some more. When she went to give him a good-bye hug and kiss, she stood between his legs and pressed against him. In “one nanosecond,” as she put it, she decided to give him a tongue kiss. He responded in kind, and soon they were kissing with passion and grinding their groins together.
Mallory was wearing a knee-length pleated skirt and a silk blouse. As the passion mounted, she decided to increase the level of intensity by raising her right leg, wrapping it around his left leg, and slowly and deliberately humping his thigh. After several minutes, he reached under her blouse, pulled up her bra and began massaging her breasts. She, in turn, rubbed his crotch and squeezed his hard cock through his jeans. When he placed his hand between her legs, she knew that she just had to have him.
Even though they were in a somewhat secluded spot, things were getting a bit too wild for public view, so she told him to get into the car. Once inside, they continued to explore their passion. After several minutes, Mallory pulled away and removed her shoes, stockings, panties and bra. She told Rick, “Unzip your pants and drop 'em to the floor.” He complied immediately.
Freed from her restrictive clothing, she soon had her legs spread as wide as possible. He began finger-fucking her as she caressed his cock and balls. She sensed that he was so excited he was going to come imminently, so she slowed the pace, wanting to tease him a little more. When she coyly asked him, “Can I suck your dick?” at first he seemed taken aback, but he quickly responded with a meek yes. But Mallory the Vamp was still not done. She pressed on, “Do you promise to come in my mouth?” Again he meekly replied yes. She then blew him and, as she'd told me earlier, he came on only the third stroke.
After he orgasmed, he still had a full erection. She asked him if he always came so much. He was apparently embarrassed and apologized for it. She then asked him if that meant he liked fucking her mouth? Naturally, he replied, “Yes.”
Knowing that he was still in heat, Mallory asked him, while blowing in his ear, “Do you want me to suck your dick again?” He nodded in the affirmative. She then said, “Well, I want to hear it. Tell me to suck your dick again.”
With some difficulty, he pleadingly asked, “Will you suck my dick again?”
Well, of course that wouldn't do. Mallory replied, “Don't ask me to suck your dick, tell me to suck your dick.” This, as she well knew, was very difficult for him to do. After several tries, he finally said, “Suck my dick,” in a tone that Mallory found acceptable. She said that he took a little longer to come the second time, but when he did his load was almost as large as the first.
Mallory was now very aroused herself, but wasn't in the mood to screw. Instead she leaned against the door, pulled her skirt up, opened her legs as wide as possible and began rubbing her clit and tits. She asked Rick if he had ever seen a girl play with herself, and he said he hadn't. She then instructed him to play with himself but not to come.
She told me that she got herself off rather quickly, and he was transfixed the entire time. Afterward they again began to passionately kiss and caress. She finally asked him if he had any special requests. She knew he craved another blowjob, but was too shy to say so. She probed his ear with her tongue, and he really began to writhe around. Finally it was just too much for him and he managed to stutter out, “Sssuck my cock … Sssuck it!” She then gave him his third and final blowjob.
It was now almost nine o'clock and she still had to catch her flight home. They promised to see each other again soon and said their good-byes. Then she left for the airport.
When she finished her narrative, every fiber of my body was inflamed with desire, but I still had some unanswered questions. I positioned her on top of me and, as I slid my tool into her warm, wet tunnel, I asked, “When are you going to stick his pecker into your pussy?”
While gently rotating her hips, she replied in a low, raspy voice, “Soon.” I sank my cock in to the hilt.
A moment later we were gyrating in a pre-orgasmic rhythm, and I added “I want to watch him stick it in. I also want to watch his pecker slide in and out of your mouth. I even want to see his come dripping down your chin.”
Her last comment before we consummated our passion was a whispered, “I hope you get to see those things soon.” You know, I hope so too.—J.S., San Francisco, California
GOING DOWN IN AN ELEVATOR LEADS TO LUST IN THE OFFICE
I want to tell you about an experience I recently shared with my lover Tanya. Tanya had to work one Sunday when no one else would be in the office. We had often fantasized about making love at our respective offices, and realized this would be a golden opportunity to turn our fantasy into reality. We agreed that I would join her after she had worked for a couple of hours. The idea of making love on top of her desk, in the employee lounge or in the elevator was extremely exciting to us. The prospect of doing something forbidden really fueled our lust.
When I arrived at her office at the appointed time that summer afternoon, Tanya was waiting for me. She unlocked the door and let me in with a wicked smile on her face. She pulled me close and gave me a deep kiss with her warm, full lips. I threw my arms around her and kissed her back passionately. I closed my eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of my favorite perfume on her neck. We ran our hands all over each other's body while we embraced tightly. It was getting very hot in that entryway so, without saying a word, we finally released each other and, hand in hand, raced up the stairs to her office.
“Have you ever made love in an elevator?” I asked her as I pulled her to me and began gently nibbling on her neck.
“No, but I'd sure like to try it,” she answered with a grin.
I led her down the hall and into the elevator. The doors closed behind us, and as the elevator began to ascend, I pressed the Stop button. Tanya kissed me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I caressed the back of her neck with one hand and caressed her ass-cheeks with the other before slipping it under her pretty yellow sundress. She had certainly dressed for the occasion—she wasn't wearing any panties. I ran a finger along her slit, feeling a warm wetness between her thighs.
“You're so wet, lover,” I said. “I've just got to taste your sweet pussy.” In reply, Tanya stepped back and lifted her dress up to her waist, exposing her long legs and firm thighs. I knelt down on the floor in front of her. Her dark bush was now at eye level and I could see the moisture building on her plump cunt lips. It was a beautiful sight! She stepped forward to straddle my shoulders, one hand still holding up her dress, and braced herself against the eleva
tor wall with her other hand. I kissed and sucked her delicious snatch until her knees began to tremble, and I knew she was close to orgasm. Suddenly she grunted with pleasure and came with a gush. Her juices flowed into my mouth, and I savored each drop of her nectar. I just love the taste of her juices, and Tanya comes more copiously than any woman I have ever known—the juices actually run down her thighs.
I slid my jeans off and lay down on the floor as she sank down and positioned herself over my cock. She slowly, teasingly, took the full length of my shaft into her. I kissed Tanya hard as she engulfed the final inch of my cock. Once she had me balls-deep in her pussy, she began thrusting her hips back and forth in a wonderful rocking motion. Pretty soon I could feel the elevator car rocking along with us! This was all too much for me, and I soon came explosively. Feeling me spurt inside her sent Tanya over the edge. I can always tell when she has an orgasm because her cunt releases a flood of juice and a burst of heat—it feels like there's a fire deep inside her when she comes!
We rested in each other's arms for a while, then I restarted the elevator and pressed the button for her floor. We exited the elevator and headed down the hall to Tanya's office, teasing and laughing with an after-sex playfulness. Inside her office we finished undressing each other next to the gray metal file cabinets and computer terminals. Completely naked, we flopped down into swivel chairs and talked. As we did, she fondled my limp cock with her foot and got me hard again.
Soon it was pointless trying to carry on a conversation, so I flashed Tanya an I-want-you-again grin and knelt down in front of her. She sank back in her chair and slowly spread her legs apart. I leaned forward, holding her sexy calves, and began to kiss and lick my way up her firm thighs. I sucked her pussy again, tasting our tangy-sweet combined juices. I slid two fingers deep into her beautiful cunt and began to pump them in and out. After a few minutes of stroking, Tanya got up, lay down on her desk and pulled me between her knees.
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