Then it was her turn to enjoy the pleasure of a warm tonguing. I loved sucking her firm tits. Then I finger-fucked her and sucked on her clitoris. We both had very powerful orgasms several times that night, and we were bathed in sensual sweat when at last we lay resting in each other’s arms, exhausted but content. It was an award-winning show, and I’m sure there will be many repeat performances.—D.F.S., Nashville, Tenn.
IT’S PUSSY TO PUSSY—AND THEN SOME COCK
I enjoy letters from other women and I would like to tell your readers a little story about something that happened to me last summer.
A friend of mine came to visit for the week. She had just been divorced. Over cocktails and lunch we discussed, among other things, the sexual merits of our respective husbands. Hers, she complained, had very few. We then decided to take a nude sunbath on the upstairs porch. When we got undressed, she was fascinated that my pussy was shaved. She could not take her eyes off my crotch. After a few minutes on the porch, she offered to put body oil on me, and I accepted. She rubbed it all over me, particularly on my behind, and I found myself becoming very aroused. She asked me to roll over so she could do the front, and I gladly did. She started on my stomach, then went up to my breasts and started playing with my nipples. I couldn’t help but moan and open my legs a little. I was old enough to know what was going to happen next, and it did. She started kissing my breasts and put her finger on my clit and began to rub it. I pushed her head down, and she went willingly. I never had a woman do that to me before, but it was great. While she was doing it, I knew that I wanted to do the same to her.
After I had a wonderful orgasm and relaxed for a few minutes, I started the same rubdown on her. What a delight it was to suck her breasts (now I know why men enjoy it so much). Finally I went down on her, and it was wonderful. I had never done this before and, while I won’t make a habit of it, I will do it again. After this we decided to shave her pussy, which I did. We then decided to have some fun with my husband when he came home. We both put on miniskirts and see-through blouses and fixed him drinks. We also went out of our way to bend over in front of him and we were soon telling him about the delights we’d enjoyed that afternoon.
As it was hot when he got home, be had changed into shorts. I could see his erection growing. Finally we told him to shut his eyes because we had a surprise for him. With that, we both took off our clothes and sat on the coffee table with our legs open. Then we told him to open his eyes and look. He got really hard and my friend and I started playing with him as well as playing with each other. We then both went down, trading his cock back and forth. When be came in my mouth, my friend kissed me so that she could taste his jism. We kept this up the whole week, with many more things that are too involved to describe. There were no inhibitions on anyone’s part.—Name and address withheld
COLLEGE GALS LOVE EACH OTHER’S STUDENT BODY
I am a nineteen-year-old coed who was introduced to the glories of female love by an older friend when I was sixteen. We still get together occasionally, but she is married now with two small children, so our relationship has cooled considerably over the past few years.
When I first came to school I was very apprehensive about a lot of things: grades, friends, guys, but most of all, my lesbian love life. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to find any willing partners for myself. How wrong I was.
I moved into a dorm during New Student Week. I was all moved in by the afternoon; however, my roommate had not shown up. Then there was a knock on the door and in walked the most beautiful blonde I had ever seen in my life. She said, “Hi! You must be Jan.” I said, “That’s right.” She told me her name was Lynn, and I helped her move her things in.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was gorgeous! She was wearing the shortest cutoffs I had ever seen, and they served to accent her perfectly formed legs, which she kept slightly separated during our conversation. My eyes kept wandering to her crotch. She was also wearing a tiny pink halter, which barely contained the fullness of her breasts. Her nipples showed plainly through the material. We finally decided to go out for some dinner, but I couldn’t wait for nightfall so I could have her alone again.
By the time we arrived back in our room, it was getting to be pretty late, and I was getting hot! I told her I was going to take a shower and get ready for bed. I hurried through it as quickly as I could and returned to the room in my robe. I found that Lynn had also undressed and was wrapped in a towel that barely reached below her pubic area.
I must say that I consider myself a good-looking girl. I have a good figure with full breasts and shapely legs. I noticed that she seemed as interested in looking at me as I was in looking at her. I sat on my bed and started to apply baby powder to my shoulders. Suddenly Lynn came over and took the bottle out of my hand. She said, “Here, let me do that for you. Why don’t you slip your robe down?” I slipped the robe from my shoulders and lay on my stomach on the bed. She started to smooth the baby powder on my back. My heart was racing from the soft touch of her delicate fingers. Slowly she pulled the robe completely away to reveal my smooth buttocks. She delicately squeezed them with her fingers. She ran her fingers down the insides of my legs and I thought a flood was going to pour from my pussy.
“Turn over,” she whispered, and I did. She gasped as she saw for the first time my beautiful breasts. First she massaged them. Then, in a flash, her mouth was all over them, kissing, sucking, licking, biting. She slid out of her towel and it was my torn to gasp. Her creamy breasts were tipped by two rosy nipples that stood out like little pebbles, just waiting to be sucked. I nearly lost my breath when I saw her silky blond pubic hair. Her hands sank to my thighs and she gently separated them. She plunged her middle finger into me, and I grabbed for her breasts with all the passion in me. Finally, she lowered her head to my vaginal lips, and her licking drove me into ecstasy. I knew I wanted to do the same for her, and I pulled her crotch to my face. We made passionate love throughout the night and we have been tight ever since.
I am gratified to see that your magazine appreciates the tender relationship that two women can have with each other. I have read your letters from other women saving that they were turned on by the thought of making it with another gorgeous girl, and I also think that most men enjoy viewing two beautiful women making it. So here’s a vote of confidence from someone who thinks you’re the greatest.—Name and address withheld
ITS A DREAM COME TRUE WHEN HE WATCHES WIFE MAKE HER BEST FRIEND
My wife, Liz, and I have been married for nineteen years. We have a good sex life together We do everything in bed that we possibly can. I have even told my wife the two fantasies that I have about her One is to see her suck another guy’s cock, and the other is to see her make it with another beautiful woman. Well, neither of these sexual fantasies appeal to her, she says, so we have left it at that.
Well, my wife has a good friend, Patricia, whom she’s known all her life. And I’ve always wanted to fuck her since I first met my wife. Pat has a nice pair of tits on her—big and hard. I know because I used to grab on to them every once in a while when my wife wasn’t around. Pat was married for a short while and then she got divorced.
Now, my wife likes to make all her own clothes, and a few months ago Pat wanted her to make a dress for her. Well, this one night Pat was coming over for a fitting, and I said to my wife—just kidding— “Can I hide in the closet and watch Pat undress?” Much to my surprise, she said, “Whatever turns you on—but you’d better be ready to give me a good fucking after!” I assured her I would. When Pat came over and asked where I was, Liz told her I was out with the boys. I had actually gotten in the closet about five minutes before she arrived.
I had the sliding door open about two inches so I could see the whole room. Pat had on a blue denim shirt and shorts. Liz told her she’d better take off her shirt so the dress would fit right. Well, Pat started to unbutton her shirt, and I started to shake all over. She had no bra on, and her tits stood out real n
ice, with nipples the size of silver dollars. I had a hard-on instantly and noticed my wife gazing at those big tits for a few seconds while Pat was putting on the dress.
After my wife made the fitting, she told Pat to take the dress off carefully so as not to stick herself with the pins. As Pat stood there with just her short shorts on, I got the shock of my life. All of a sudden my wife reached up and put her hands on Pat’s tits. Pat never moved; all she did was close her eyes and moan lustily. My wife quietly told her what a nice pair of tits she had, and then she started playing with her nipples. She put her mouth on one of Pat’s nipples and started to suck it greedily. After about a minute she went to the other one, and Pat was really starting to get hot by now, which was when my wife reached down and ran her hands all over Pat’s thighs.
It wasn’t long before Liz unzipped Pat’s shorts and pulled them down, revealing to both of us that Pat didn’t have on any panties. Liz played with Pat’s nice brown hairy cunt and soon stuck a finger in. This really started Pat going. They began kissing each other and sucking each other’s tongue, and Pat reached around behind and undid my wife’s halter and started sucking her tits. By this time I had already shot a full load without even having to touch my cock. The next thing I knew they were on the bed sucking each other’s cunt.
After Pat left, my wife asked if I was happy now. I said I sure was and asked her how she had liked sucking her best friend. She said it was great. Pat and my wife get together about once a week now, and I hide in the closet to watch.—Name and address withheld
TWO GLEE CLUB MEMBERS MAKE EACH OTHER’S MEMBER SING
I remember, when I was at college, that every spring our men’s glee club gave concerts in many small towns in our region of the Southwest. We spent two weeks on the road and stayed at private homes of individuals who sponsored the concerts. It was a very enjoyable break from routine—and sometimes something more, as the following story will reveal.
The glee club professor usually assigned two students to a home. In most cases we stayed with well-to-do families, so each student had his own room. Every now and then, we would bunk in a more modest place, where we would have to share a room or a bed. That is what happened on the occasion that I’m writing about.
My roommate this particular time was Fred, a very good-looking, tall, blond fellow with lips as sensuous and full as a girl’s. When we went to bed, he asked if I minded that he slept in the nude. It was his custom, he explained, I said that it was OK with me. I put on my pajamas and got into the double bed. Fred began to undress from the bottom up—first his shoes, then his socks, pants and shorts. As he stood on his side of the bed stretching, I couldn’t keep myself from staring at his genitals.
Now you should know that at eighteen I had already had a number of pleasant homosexual experiences with my neighbor back home, as well as with my older brother. But so far, there had been no action at all at college. I was too interested in football and girls. Nonetheless, I am a true bisexual, and this close-up view of Fred’s nice long dong, surrounded by a bed of curly blond hair and two rather formidable-looking testicles, was getting to me. I decided that his sex organ was as beautiful as any I had seen, and my libido started to get in gear.
I kept sneaking looks at his naked cock and balls, but I wasn’t sure whether he noticed me looking. He finished undressing slowly—very slowly, it seemed to me—sort of showing off his sex equipment while the light was on. But my sense of caution at that moment was stronger than my curiosity, so I shook all thoughts of sex from my mind, rolled over and soon fell asleep. Fred got in bed, said good night and stayed on his side of the bed at first. It was about eleven o’clock.
Now, nobody sleeps in one spot all night long. Fred didn’t and I didn’t, either. It wasn’t long before our bodies were touching, seemingly at random and without meaning to. Vaguely, at one point, I had the feeling that Fred’s thigh was against my buttock. It felt warm and comfortable, so I simply relaxed in my half-sleep and didn’t move. A bit later, I had a dreamy feeling that a hand was on my thigh. It didn’t bother me or awaken me entirely, but the next thing I felt was the hand under my pajama top, lightly resting on the back of my neck, and this couldn’t be ignored or mistaken. Fred was making overtures.
I didn’t mind. When his hand reached around my waist, I quietly put my hand over it and squeezed a little. Fred’s response was immediate. He shifted his body so that his groin was directly against my buttocks and began to unbutton my pajama top. I could feel his gorgeous prick hardening fast, so I thrust backward with my rear end. He met the challenge and pressed his now-erect penis against my pajama-clad anus. My own prick had risen by now. I was hot and horny and knew I was in for a fun night. While Fred was removing my top, I started to slip out of the bottoms. In seconds I was as naked as he.
I turned over on my left side to face him, put my arms around his neck and kissed his delicious, softly feminine lips. He responded warmly, his tongue seeking mine. With his hand, he now brought our pricks together so that they touched and slowly began to stroke. My God, what an electric feeling! I kissed him again and again, never getting enough of his wonderful lips and mouth. The good feelings from my prick were now running throughout my body. I reached down and caressed his balls, which felt like plump peaches. I thought: peaches now, cream in a little while. Oh Christ! I was in a heaven of ecstasy. But I wanted to see him better. I wanted to look at, kiss and suck that cock of his, which, when erect, must be the most exciting piece of manhood I’d ever seen. So I said, “Let’s lock the door and turn on the light, so we can really enjoy this.” He let go of my prick, got up and secured the bolt on the door, then turned on the bed lamp.
He was beautiful, standing and holding his prick so that it pointed in my direction. I haven’t mentioned that his prick was circumcised, which was something new to me. For sucking, I thought, a totally exposed penis head looks really inviting, and it puts the lips and tongue in direct contact with the most sensitive areas. As I sat on the edge of the bed, my organ fully engorged, he came nearer. “Suck me,” he said. And I did, gladly. His was a cock I could suck forever. I licked the tip and under the glans. I kissed and sucked the tip. Then I put the whole wonderful thing in my mouth. He rubbed my hair and soon moved to the bed and lay on his back. I knelt over his prick and shoved my own cock in his willing mouth.
I was in heaven. Imagine, here I was with a casual acquaintance, in a strange house, performing the most intimate and sensuous sex acts. Just thinking about it caused me to come in a great big way, which, in turn, set Fred off. After jerking violently several times, his rigid cock ejected rich, delicious cream into my receptive and greedy mouth. My own formidable weapon shot loads of steaming love fluid past his hot red lips, every drop of which he swallowed.
We had been making love for about thirty minutes before we climaxed. Now came the difficult part. How would we act and what would we say?
“Well,” said Fred, standing up, his prick soft but still swollen, “I never thought that this would happen with you. Sure hope you’ll keep this to yourself.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said as I started to put on my pajamas. “I’m a believer in free love and good fun between friends of any sex. But I do believe in privacy, and I count on you for the same.”
So, being in agreement about that, we decided to go back to sleep. But Fred asked me not to wear my pajamas. “I want to hold you naked throughout the night,” he explained.
He turned out the light and we got into bed. For some reason, I now felt full of desire again. Rarely did my sex urge come back to life so soon. What the hell, I said to myself, melting into his arms. He offered me his lips, which I kissed again with no diminution of feeling. Naturally, my prick nose, and I could feel his stiffening as well.
He whispered in my ear that we should jerk off together. We felt for each other’s prick and began stroking slowly and deliciously until I knew, by the hardness and throbbing of his cock, that he was close to exploding. I grabbed my pajama botto
m and told him to come into it. We pumped faster and faster. First I blew thick wads of come. Then he came immediately afterward. I heaved the soaking pajamas on the floor. Realizing that we’d better not let our come stain the sheets, we sucked, milked and squeezed the last drop of sperm from each other’s cock, then finally fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning to find Fred’s face on my thigh, his mouth open, breathing on my balls, my cock near his beautiful red lips. What a lover! We decided it was too late for another round of lovemaking, so we took a shower together. We washed each other’s balls, cock, anus and armpits, and you can guess what happened. Our pricks were once again hard as rocks, so Fred grabbed both in one hand and brought us to our third satisfying orgasm together.
Did we ever get together again? No. It was risky at college, and I was too involved in my regular activities to try to figure out how to continue the contact. Anyway, Fred left at the end of the semester. But what a memorable night that was!—Name and address withheld
INCREDULOUS NEIGHBOR SPIES A PENIS ON ONE OF THE “GIRLS-NEXT-DOOR”
Can you believe that a forty-year-old woman is writing this? Admittedly, it will seem that I’m either naive or just plain dumb, but my curiosity over a certain recent incident is still driving me up a wall.
About a year ago two very attractive girls in their early twenties moved into the apartment immediately next to mine. They’re both awfully nice, and over the months we have become quite good friends, to the point where our apartments are pretty well open to one another. At first I thought they were lesbians because of their apparent devotion to each other and the obvious lack of male visitors. But now I’m not at all sure. Also, a few months ago, one of them made an obvious but thinly disguised sexual overture, and although I gracefully declined at the time, now I could just kick myself in the fanny for not responding. Because since then I saw something strange that really aroused my curiosity.
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