I dropped to my knees and grabbed his prick. It was wet with my juices, and I could smell my sex on him. I licked that gorgeous cockhead, running my tongue gently around its thick rim. I wanted to savor him, licking and tasting slowly, but my desire and his need were too great. I swallowed that whole member, feeling him grow even harder as I took him deeper in my mouth. I could taste his pre-come, and it made me crazy for more.
The drilling stopped suddenly, leaving the room quiet, but it was too late to stop. I sucked faster, sliding my mouth up and down the length of him. He was moaning, pressing himself close against my face. As I sucked him I rubbed my tongue vigorously back and forth along the bottom of his cock. With a thrill I heard him whisper, “I’m coming!”
I heard him groan as he spurted three quick shots into my mouth. The first went directly down my throat. The second hit the back of my mouth. The third, and most tantalizing, lay on my tongue. I swallowed slowly, savoring the taste of him. I could hear him making murmuring sounds of satisfaction, and I felt my desire rise again.
I stood up and kissed his lips, hoping that he could taste himself on my mouth. We smiled at each other as we readjusted our clothing. It was time to return to the real world. But I didn’t mind because the reality I had just experienced had been better than my fantasy.
I never found out if those construction workers had been watching us.—I.W., Phoenix, Arizona
THIS SENIOR CITIZEN IS STILL THE BIGGEST STUD IN TOWN—AND HE DOESN’T USE VIAGRA
I am seventy-three years old and still a sexy old fuck. I read your magazine all the time and jerk off. Besides that, I have three steady pieces of ass who I manage to keep satisfied.
Take Flora, for example. She is sixty years old and has a beautiful body. Her tits are just the right size for a mouthful, with long nipples and large pink areolae. I never thought I would have a chance with her, as she is very prim and proper. She is the widow of a minister. She was a virgin when she got married, and never had another man until she met me.
We met in the park. I was out walking one day and I saw her trip and fall to the ground. I went over and asked her if I could help. As she lay there with her skirt rucked up I could see her legs up to her stocking tops, and some of her pink panties, and I got a hard-on, though I didn’t say anything.
She noticed what I was looking at, and she blushed and pulled her skirt down as I helped her up.
We started talking, and ended up making a date to walk the next day. She thanked me for helping her and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I went home and pounded my rock-hard pecker.
We started to walk together regularly whenever it was a nice day. One day when it was raining I called her up and we talked for a few minutes, and then she asked me if I would like to come over. Of course I said yes.
Flora had on a skirt and a sheer blouse, through which I could see a fancy black bra. She gave me a friendly kiss. I wanted more, but she acted coy and told me to be patient. We sat and talked for a while. Flora told me how much she missed her husband, and I told her I missed my wife too. At that point I got up, went over to her and gave her a kiss.
Flora did not stop me as my tongue entered her mouth. She sucked it all the way in and then filled my mouth with her own tongue. My cock got hard as a boulder in my pants, and as I felt her titties and unhooked her bra, I guided her hand to my red-hot prick. My hand went down between her legs and up her skirt, and I unhooked her garter belt. She had released my cock from my pants and was gently stroking it. As I lifted her skirt I told her she had very pretty panties on, and asked her if she remembered the first time I had seen them. She replied that she did, but that this time was different.
I took her blouse, bra, skirt and slip off. She was beautiful and I told her so. I could see her dark bush through her yellow panties. I slid a hand inside those very damp panties as I kissed and sucked her tits and nipples, and then I slid them down and off. I gazed at the swollen lips of her wet pussy as she removed my pants. Soon we were both nude, caressing all parts of each other’s body. My prick and balls felt wonderful in her hands. I caressed her wet bush and my finger entered the swollen lips of her twat. As I probed the inner folds of her love hole I bent down and kissed her there. “Oh, Fred!” Flora gasped. “No one ever did that to me before, but I like it!”
I placed her on the sofa then, and bent her legs up to her chest, so I could see her whole twat and her puckered little asshole. My head went down between those legs and I stuck my tongue in her crack as my finger found and probed her anus. I could feel the passion building up in her, but as I started to put my prick in her she suddenly stopped me and told me that what we were doing was wrong.
Controlling my frustration, I asked her if she liked what we were doing, and she said, “Oh yes, you’re doing things to me that never happened before, and it is the greatest feeling I have ever had!”
I realized that Flora just wanted a little persuasion to take away the guilt she thought she should be feeling, so I told her we both wanted each other so much that it couldn’t be wrong, and that no one would ever know, and that there were still a lot of things I wanted to do to make her feel good. This seemed to be what she wanted to hear, for she said, “Oh yes, please fuck me good now!”
I slid my cock into her as far as it would go, and then began to pump in and out, slowly at first and then faster, until my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks. I could feel the tension building in my nuts, and Fora’s body started to quiver and shake. Her cunt contracted around my cock, milking it spasmodically, and she screamed as I flooded her twat with sweet red-hot love juice.
As we rested she told me how good it had felt, and that her husband had never satisfied her quite as completely as I did. She said they had only done it missionary style. We talked about the different ways I would please her and she would please me. She said she had heard about 69, and had always wanted to try it with her husband, but he would never do it. I told her that we would do 69, that we would eat each other in different ways, we would fuck doggie-style, standing up, on our sides, up her asshole and any way that pleased her. This got her so excited she wanted to fuck again.
The first time she sucked me off was in my car. We had parked in a lonely spot in the woods. I was finger-fucking her and she was pumping my cock, when she suddenly stopped and told me she was going to take it in her mouth, and she wanted me to tell her if she was doing it right. I gave her a couple of tips, and pretty soon her fucking mouth was milking my cock like a pro. She loved to suck me after that, and she would always swallow my entire load of jism and then lick the residue off my cock.
The first time I ate her out Flora practically went crazy. We had been fooling around on her bed and she was hotter then hell, lying flat on her back with her legs wide open and pulled up to her chest. I told her to reach down and open her swollen cunt lips with her fingers, so I could see the sweet, soft, pink inner folds of her cunt, which I would soon be fucking with my tongue. In a minute I had her entire crack in my mouth, licking and sucking from her ass to her clit button. Flora was humping my face, with her hand on the back of my head, pushing it harder into her pussy. Her hips rocked and swiveled as I ate her. Her legs tightened around my head and her body quivered with ecstasy as she screamed, “Oh God, Fred, I love what you do to me!”
One day we were taking a shower together. She was playing with my cock and balls when I slid my hand around behind her and slipped my soapy finger gently into her ass. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider, her grip tightening on my prick. I whispered in her ear that I was going to take my finger out and fuck her up the ass with my hard six-inch cock. I had her bend over and spread her cheeks for me. The purple head of my cock slid into the tight opening of her virgin asshole. When it was partway in I began a gentle pumping motion, pushing further and further inside her with each forward thrust. My hand was at her crotch with a finger up her cunt as I fucked her. I could feel my penis through the thin wall of flesh. The sensation made me shoot a terrifi
c load in Flora’s rear hole, and she climaxed so hard I thought she was going to faint.
When I asked Flora if she still thought we shouldn’t be doing this, she said no. We have been sucking and fucking for two years and are still going strong.
As for my other two girlfriends, I’ll tell you about them in my next letter.—K.G., Lexington, Kentucky
A GOLDEN MEMORY—THE BLIND DATE THAT TURNED INTO A NIGHT OF BUND PASSION
When you approach the age of eighty, with any luck you can look back and recall a number of memorable liaisons. While I can recall several dozen, one night is forever etched in my memory as best of all. I recall every detail as if it were yesterday.
I was a forty-year-old married man on a business trip to a military base where my company had dealings. Late one afternoon, the secretary of one of the men I was working with asked if I’d like, a date that night—not with her, but with a friend of hers. A military base in 1960 being hardly the place to meet women, I quickly said yes.
Just before sunset I was waiting in my rental car in front of my hotel, where we had agreed to meet. The secretary who had arranged the date showed up right on time and stopped her car parallel to mine. The passenger door opened and a shapely pair of unstockinged legs swung around to meet the ground. As she stepped out of the car and turned to close the door, I could admire the smooth buttocks molding the silklike material of a dress that stopped just above her knees.
She paused a moment and studied me through the open window of my car for a full three seconds, while I stared back and smiled. The trace of an answering smile crossed her face, and she turned and walked quickly around the rear of my car, then slid in beside me. We both waved as our friend drove off.
Here we were, two unintroduced strangers, sitting in the front seat of a 1960 Ford in front of the town’s most prominent hotel. If I could have foreseen what would ensue in the next eleven hours, I would have invited the lady to dinner and planned to return to the hotel after dark. But it was bright sunlight in the heart of an unfamiliar town, and this was like no date I ever had before—no introductions, no flirtation. It was not a dinner date, not a movie date, not a date to go dancing. It was just a date, with no prearranged stipulations.
Without a plan, I started the car and drove toward the outskirts of town. As we exchanged pleasantries I discovered that her name was Katherine but everyone called her Katie, and she was the married mother of two children who were home with a baby-sitter while her husband was out of town.
As we drove, I glanced at her and she at me. Our glances grew more frequent, and more fraught with meaning, until finally I just pulled the car over to the side of a lonely road, shut down the engine and put the gear in park. We moved as one, meeting in the middle of the front seat and embracing as if we were long-lost buddies.
With most of the women I have known, kissing begins in a tender manner, increasing in intensity when and if the mood dictates. Not this time. From the moment we embraced, our mouths became one, hungering for and devouring each other. Tongues moved, tongues played, tongues probed. The chemistry was intense and all-consuming. As I look back, I still cannot believe we acted as we did. This was hardly a lovers’ lane. It was a back road on the outskirts of a small city. Cars could drive by at any time, and a few did.
It was a lovely evening in mid-spring, I was in shirtsleeves, and Katie wore a print dress that may have been polyester but felt like silk and buttoned down the front. As our tongues mingled, our hands began their search. My left hand found her right breast, protected only by the thin dress and a flimsy bra. I used my right hand to unbutton the top of the dress. After feeling her breasts, I kissed the large nipples, which quickly hardened under the movement of my tongue. Katie responded in kind, reaching down to lower my zipper and free my penis, cradling my balls in the palm of one hand.
The sun had gone down, but there was no stopping us. We were too far gone. I don’t know what it would have taken to stop us. Certainly not a passing car. I doubt that even someone knocking on the car window would have done it. Slowed us down, perhaps, but stop us? I don’t think so.
I freed myself from the inhibition of my trousers and Jockey shorts, then tried without success to find a position that would allow my penis to penetrate her vagina. In desperation I had her sit up with her back to the window while I knelt, lifted up her dress and plunged my head between her spread legs. With hand and tongue I easily moved the crotch of her panties aside and began to toy with a well-developed clitoris surrounded by a proud hood.
She was already moist and ready, but the front seat was too narrow for me to do more than explore her sweet eager pussy with my hungry tongue. Though I longed for a more complete union, I enjoyed giving her head, and she seemed to enjoy it even more. Either that or she was a great actress, for she expressed herself vocally with moans and groans that appeared to come from the depths of her soul.
It was almost dark by now, but the moon was shedding its own light, and I had to find a better place to park— one where we could open a car door without fear of being interrupted. Satisfied that Katie had had at least one orgasm, I started the car and drove toward some nearby bills, running my hand up her dress as I did so. She carefully maneuvered herself so that she could lower her head into my lap. I steered with my left hand and fingered her clitoris with my right.
There was no question that she liked having my hand in her pants. There was also no question that she was an experienced cocksucker. As I drove along, she first used her active tongue to tease the head of my penis, then suddenly engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. She had large thick lips that were as adept and sensuous when they massaged a penis as they were when engaged in French-kissing.
Finally I found a one-way road leading up the side of a hill. Following it, I found a place where we could turn off and park, with a view of the lights of the city. Fortunately, I had rented a four-door car. We moved to the backseat, leaving the doors open as it was a lovely warm spring night.
Katie quickly removed the rest of her clothes and lay down naked in front of me. What a gorgeous sight! There was just enough moonlight to illuminate her brown bush and large dark-brown nipples. Kneeling on the floor, I rechristened her nipples with my tongue as I palmed her bush and parted the lips of her pussy.
Rising then, I moved atop her. I paused for a moment to rub my rigid penis against her pubic mound, but quickly moved it down to find her vagina, which was as eager to receive me as my penis was to enter.
Some love affairs take time to develop, to bloom. Some love affairs start promisingly but require trial and error and experience to produce a completely satisfying culmination. This love affair seemed destined from the very beginning to be not just explosive and spontaneous but also tender and soft and relaxing, and in fact every word you can think of to express pure pleasure.
How long we continued to make love in this position I can’t remember, but I’m sure it was over an hour. I was fortunate in that in my youth I had been taught by an older woman how to postpone ejaculation and prolong a woman’s pleasure. This served me in good stead on this moonlit night.
Some women have difficulty achieving orgasm. For some, it comes and passes too quickly. Some have the ability to experience multiple orgasms. And then there are those rare few who have no limit, who can go on and on. Katie was like no other woman I have known. She was insatiable. No—insatiable implies greed or hunger, and this lady was giving. She strove to please, and in pleasing she was rewarded with pleasure of her own.
Somewhere along the line we paused to catch our breath, smoke a cigarette and enjoy the view. But it wasn’t long before our hands touched, then our lips, and we were once again exchanging passion. I call it an exchange because the passion was equal on both sides. It couldn’t be called lovemaking, for we hadn’t had time to know each other. It was just plain raw passion.
I felt each touch of her warm soft hands as she explored my body, and I responded with increased desire. Our tongues worked feverishly as our
bodies moved in unison, each of us anticipating the other’s next move. It was heaven. Her moans were loud and clear as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. The more she moaned, the more I wanted to prolong her pleasure. Our equal admiration continued until after one in the morning. When we weren’t screwing, we were kissing, stroking and caressing.
About two, we drove into town and had breakfast, then returned to our parking spot on the hill, where we renewed our lust. Finally, about five, we drove back into town. She wouldn’t let me take her home. I took her to a cabstand, we kissed one last time, and it was farewell. How she explained her failure to return home at a reasonable hour that night I do not know. Perhaps she didn’t come up with an adequate excuse, because she failed to keep a rendezvous with me the following night.
We planned to drive out to the ocean and share our passion on a moonlit beach. But that afternoon her friend forwarded a message that Katie couldn’t keep the rendezvous, I never saw or spoke to her again. Perhaps it was best that way.
What more can I say? It was certainly a night to remember. I sometimes find myself wondering whether she remembers it too. Oh, I’m sure she does, but did the night mean as much to her as it did to me? I guess I’ll never really know.—R.G., Chicago Illinois
HE BUYS HIS WIFE A MALE STRIPPER, WHO GIVES HER A SHOW SHE’LL NEVER FORGET
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