Later, while we were standing outside a disco, three dazzling chicks walked by. The one that caught my eye was quite a knockout. Her skin was almost black, and she had a great pair of legs that she showed plenty of in her miniskirt. My dick got hard while I gazed longingly at her curved ass and a luscious set of melons that were about to pop out of her V-neck sweater.
We rushed into the disco, hot on the trail of these foxes. I went straight to the girl whose great body had caught my eye outside. She told me that her name was Sonya, and that she had graduated from the university a year ago. She was now doing PR work for a professional baseball team. When she found out that I was a football recruit, she was quite impressed. I am only five-foot-ten and one hundred eighty pounds. I told her that I hoped I wasn’t too small for college football. Sonya looked down at my bulging crotch and said, “You look big enough to me.” When she took out her car keys and looked toward the door, I gave my friends a signal to say that I would meet them back at the dorm.
When we got to Sonya’s apartment, we snorted a few lines of snow and immediately undressed. Kissing passionately, we fell upon her water bed, and my hands roamed freely over her splendid body. I had never seen such big tits on such a small frame. Her nipples were the size of half-dollars, and my mouth eagerly welcomed them.
Sonya told me that she was going to take control. She ordered me to lie on my back without moving. After I obeyed, she started to lick my toes and feet. She ran her tongue up the sides of my legs, and turned her dripping cunt toward my face. We were doing a 69, and she was sucking my nine inch member like it was going out of style. As I was lapping Sonya’s cunt like a thirsty puppy, I shot a huge load all over her tits. Come ran down my balls and she licked off every drop.
After a short rest, all I wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her cunt. Within seconds, my dick became hard and swollen. Sonya got on top of it and began pumping slowly and rhythmically. The tempo soon got fast and furious as she started to come. She was moaning with pleasure. Her huge breasts were flopping in every direction. I grabbed both, and hung on for dear life as I shot off what seemed like a quart of hot juice.
After dropping two loads like those, most guys would be pretty drained. But, like most athletes, I have incredible stamina. Being an ass man at heart, I just had to get into Sonya’s back door before I would be satisfied.
I found some Vaseline in her bathroom and lubricated her ass and my prick. We got on all fours. I grabbed her perfect, round ass and shoved my cock into it. To my surprise, she took it in to the hilt, and it fit like a glove. I grabbed her huge tits, and we started fucking like two wild animals. Just before I was about to come, Sonya reached around and stuck her finger in my ass. I shot another full load into her rear, and we collapsed on the bed.
This great fucking session helped me make my decision. I enrolled in school the next day, certain that I could score as well off me field as on it. I haven’t been disappointed yet.—Name and address withheld
SAD STORY TURNS SWEET: MARY ROSE FINALLY GETS SATISFACTION
I first met Mary-Rose ten years ago. At that time, she was a cashier in a fast-food restaurant. Mary-Rose was the most luscious redhead I had ever seen; she reeked of sex. Her melon-size boobs and firm ass belong in a museum of natural wonders. When I first set eyes on her, my raging hard-on made it almost impossible for me to order a burger and fries. Before I could eat, I had to run to the men’s room and jack off, dreaming of a more appetizing “fur burger.” My sex life at that time was nonexistent, but my sex drive was at its peak. After three or four visits to that restaurant, all with the same result, I finally got up the courage to ask Mary-Rose for a date.
Our date was far from perfect, and, after dropping Mary-Rose off, I turned once again to my trusty fist. A couple of weeks later. I called her and she asked me to stop by at a house where she was baby-sitting. When I arrived, her younger sister was with her and offered to keep an eye on things while Mary-Rose and I went out to my car for some privacy.
After some heavy petting, I told her how much I craved her crimson pussy. She told me that she never went all the way, but she released my throbbing cock and gave me my first and most memorable blow job. Afterward, she said she’d changed her mind and would let me make love to her, but, for the moment, she had to go back inside so her sister would not become too suspicious.
For two weeks I dreamed of nothing but that blow job and imagined what my first fuck would be like. The anticipation drove me to jack off four or five times a day. The big day finally arrived and Mary-Rose and I went to the house of a friend who had offered his water bed for my use. After a lot of fumbling, due to my inexperience as well as the sloshing of the water bed, we finally got a rhythm going and shifted into a 69 position—another first for me. I loved it and Mary-Rose went wild when I sucked her. Much to my shame, I could not obtain a full erection. My God, there she was right in front of me, begging to be fucked, and me with no rod! In desperation, I forced my semi-erect cock into the tightest, wettest pussy I have ever felt, and immediately shot my wad. I was so disappointed and embarrassed that I didn’t call her again, even though she was very encouraging and understanding after my failure.
Over the next eight years, I traveled extensively, married, and continued to beat off to the memory of Mary-Rose, which never failed to give me a rock-hard boner. After a few years, I made several attempts to contact Mary-Rose, but without success. Then, a year ago, when I was at a party with my wife, who should walk up to me but Mary-Rose? My cock became engorged at the sight of her.
For months after that, our paths crossed continually, but nothing ever came of it except for a raging hard-on. Then one day we unexpectedly met at a bar. After talking, we ended up at her apartment and reenacted our first 69. She was again begging me to fuck her love box. This time I did. And on many more occasions as, well.
She is still the most luscious nymph I’ve ever seen and I love to pound into her throbbing cunt as well as her gorgeous ass. What’s even better is that she says she comes with nobody as well as she does with me. I hope to continue this relationship with Mary-Rose for many more years.—Name and address withheld
FRUSTRATED WIFE TAKES CO-WORKER LOVER MAKES HUBBY JERK OFF
I am a fairly attractive thirty-six-year-old waitress who gets propositioned quite often at work. Being a loyal wife, although not a satisfied one, I have always declined these invitations. However, after fighting with my husband for a week, I was extremely horny. When John, a handsome, twenty-six-year-old co-worker, offered me a ride home late one night, I accepted eagerly. On the way to my house he stopped the car in a deserted area, and we could both feel a sexual charge in the air. He put his arm around me, and I timidly let him fondle my breast. As we kissed, he slipped the zipper of my uniform down and reached inside to undo my bra. I started trembling as he grabbed my naked tits and began passionately sucking them. He ran his tongue all over my breasts, nipples and neck as his hand glided along my nylon-clad thighs. John pushed my skirt over my hips and let his hand slide up to my crotch. My panty hose were soaking wet, and I was embarrassed when the strong smell of my cunt juices started filling the car. I was so hot by this time that I began to hump against his hand. At that point, I think John knew he could do anything he wanted to me.
When he took my hand and guided it to his crotch, I was delighted to find nine inches of rock-hard cock (my husband’s is only five inches). He opened his belt and zipper, and pulled his jeans down to his knees. When his shorts followed, I couldn’t take my eyes off that super tool—his balls looked like small grapefruits! I nervously wrapped a fist around his giant shaft and jerked it up and down. John moaned his approval, and my hand worked faster and faster. I continued stroking him furiously, until he forced me to stop, saying he would shoot off if I kept doing it for another second. He pulled my legs up on the seat, forcing them wide apart. He leaned forward, finally placing his mouth directly over the large wet spot on my panty hose. As he ate my cunt right through the sheer nylon, I
had a wonderful orgasm.
After I came, John pulled my head down to his lap and I took as much of his huge, stiff cock in my mouth as I could. I loved watching him pull and tug on his balls while I sucked him. Taking the hint, I also ran my hand between his legs, squeezing and pinching his love-sacks. Seconds later, he filled my eager mouth with his thick, gooey semen. Since the size of his load matched the size of his organs, I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and his come ran down both sides of my mouth.
After resting for a while, John had me play with his cock again, until it stood up like a flagpole. He pulled my panty hose down to my ankles, and I got down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me doggie-style. When I was almost ready to come, he pulled out of my cunt and attacked my rear with his juicy cock. I screamed as he rammed his rod into my asshole, and fingered my cunt while he pumped a hot load deep into my cheeks. After he pulled out, I wet my fingers with his come and stroked my aching clit while I stared at his red, drained prick. After I came in a wave of violent spasms, I cleaned us both up with some Kleenex, and John drove me home. We arranged another date and passionately kissed good night.
I was still horny after I had undressed, so I masturbated in the bathroom while my husband slept. I guess the excitement of John’s cock was too much, as I awoke and had to masturbate twice again during the night. After my husband dressed and left for work in the morning, I pulled my nightgown over my hips and stuck the handle of my hairbrush in my ass as I fingered myself silly. After coming, I stared at my swollen pussy and daydreamed about fucking John in a few hours. I was fully satisfied as I felt the warm, wet sheets under my ass that were soaked with my come.
That night, John picked me up after my shift and we drove to our secluded spot. It was another evening of fantastic sex as I eagerly took his meaty tool in every hole of my body. I was totally content after having about five orgasms.
When I returned home, I guess my husband didn’t hear me come in. I entered the bedroom and found him lying totally nude, with the covers down around his ankles. His face was covered by the issue of Penthouse Letters he had been reading, and his hand was rapidly jerking on his stiff cock. He jumped when he heard me, and I said, “If you soil those sheets, I’ll make you lick it up.” He was so embarrassed that he was at a total loss for words. I continued scolding him in a harsh voice, and shouted, “So that’s what you do while I’m out working myself to death!” I told him to finish himself off, but to do it in the bathroom. He begged me to fuck him, but I told him it was his own hand or nothing. I stood in the bathroom doorway and watched him sit on the toilet and jerk himself off. When, he was done, I pretended to still be angry, saying, “Now get to bed, you little sneak.” If he only knew.—Name and address withheld
KEVIN FUCKS SWEETIE TWO DOZEN TIMES AS RAIN PATTERS ON ROOF
I am a college student from central Illinois and have been dating Kevin for almost one year. We usually fuck seven times a week, but lately our sex life has taken an upward thrust. Last week, for example, our sex life more than tripled. In seven days we fucked twenty-four times. I don’t have the time or space to write about the whole week, but I will tell you about one weekend.
It was a rainy evening, perfect for staying in, I thought to myself as I pulled into the drive. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the door with anticipation. Even though we have been going together for almost one year, my desire for Kevin has only increased. As I went inside, all I heard was the rain on the roof and the music on the stereo. I could see that Kevin was well prepared. I walked through the house to the bedroom, where I knew he would be. I stripped off my clothes all the way. Kevin was lying in bed, his beautiful eight and one-half inches throbbing with anticipation of what was to come.
At the sight of this, I could feel my already damp pussy become even wetter. I was ready to fuck right then, but I could see that he bad other ideas. He poured me a glass of wine and had me lie on the bed and get comfortable. He started licking my ear and nibbling my neck, his hands dancing lightly over my breasts. He continued his journey downward, licking and nibbling all the way. Then on to my second-favorite thing is this world, being eaten. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy lips and then savagely attacked my clit, licking it up and down and side to side, exciting me to the verge of frenzy.
At this point, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upon me. Then I spread my legs and guided him into me. However, I decided to make him wait and asked him to lie on his back so that I could taste his gorgeous cock. I cupped his balls in one hand (a difficult task, since he has such lovely huge ones) and with my other one guided him into my mouth, knowing that as I did so, he would begin moaning with pleasure. Sure enough, I began hearing low moans, telling me I was doing the job right. Then I concentrated on flicking my tongue over his balls and down to his ass, sticking my tongue up his hole and driving him wild. Then I licked my way back up to the head, covering every inch of his cock with my tongue.
Kevin could take no more and abruptly flipped me onto my back, entering me with one hard thrust. As he began pumping furiously, he covered my neck and face with kisses. I wrapped my legs around him, and I could feel myself climbing to the heights of ecstasy that Kevin always brings me to. In two more fierce thrusts he joined me in the climax of a truly beautiful fuck. We lay there for a while catching our breath and pouring wine down our parched throats. We talked and smoked cigarettes. Soon Kevin started kissing me in such a way that I knew he was ready to fuck again, and so it went all weekend. The only time we were in our clothes was for a few hours when some friends dropped in unexpectedly. It had to be the most exciting weekend I have ever had.—L.L., Jacksonville, Fla.
AH, SUCH WERE THE JOYS: BOY LOSES VIRGINITY
I have read letters in your magazine dealing with-all sorts of sex, but rarely is there a narrative on that most memorable of moments: the loss of virginity, male or female. When I was a lad of seventeen in Europe forty years ago, the moral standards were far stricter than those of today. I had many girlfriends, but on only one memorable occasion had I been lucky enough to get further than cupping a breast through layers of fabric. I had my arm around a girl whom I had taken to the movies and was able to insinuate my hand into the rather capacious neckline of her dress. However, I barely managed to get my fingers onto her hard, little nipple before she withdrew my hand.
Most of us were still in school, so anything that cost money was a rarity. Our dates were usually spent in me local woods, necking frantically. The girl and I had been into the woods several times before, and we had reached the stage of my fondling her small but firm breasts. As she had a penchant for high-necked dresses, any attempt to advance in that direction would have been futile.
It was a warm summer evening and I had made a rather poor joke about girls’ legs. She pushed me off her and in mock indignation demanded that I check her legs to see “if they aren’t the best you’ve ever seen!” She was wearing a skirt of standard length—a little below the knee—and no stockings. I still am not sure if it was by accident or if she had decided to act the temptress, but when she pulled up her skirt for my appraisal I could see the crotch of her panties. That whiteness contrasting with the tan of her thighs is still crystal-clear in my memory.
I was thrilled at the sight and eased her back onto the grass, smothering her with kisses in hopes of sealing off any protest as I moved my right hand to her thighs. She closed her legs and moved a hand to stop me, but as I touched the fabric and relished the feeling of the stubble beneath, she relaxed her grip on my arm. Soon felt her moisten and her kisses became more responsive.
At each fresh step along the way she moved as if to stop me, then she would relax and I would take advantage of my position. I slowly worked my fingers around the edge of the panties. Then I pulled at them until I could move the fabric aside to get freer access. Now with my right hand caressing her sexually and my left arm around her shoulders, I was faced with the young seducer’s problem. How could I get my pants unfastened? Many kisses later I had fre
ed my arm and moved it down to my fly. The fact that I too was soaking with excitement did nothing to help me free my penis.
I slid across until I was lying on top of her and gradually eased her legs apart with my knees. I was gripping my penis in my hand by this time and when I touched it against her vagina I was far too excited to take things gently anymore. In a frenzy I was in to the hilt and uncontrollably letting fly. The sensation was so exquisite that I could not have made any voluntary move, least of all withdrawn.
Both rather embarrassed, we rearranged our clothes and I took her home. It wasn’t until the following evening, when we had reconciled ourselves to the fact that we had gone all the way, that I produced the contraception jelly I had been carrying hopefully for some months. She let me introduce it into her after she had removed her pants, and during the next couple of hours we enjoyed our newfound thrill seven or eight times. These days I don’t have that kind of energy anymore, but I have learned a lot of tricks over the years!—D.T., Toronto, Ont., Canada
RESPIRATORY THERAPIST CURES HORNY INTERN WITH BLOW JOB AND MORE
I am a medical intern, on call every third night at the hospital. I’d begun to wonder if I would ever find time for sex during this busy year of training. Between my exhausting duties, which sometimes keep me up for thirty-six hours straight, and my need for sleep to recuperate, I’d begun to resign myself to my condition of unrelieved horniness. However, the other night I stumbled upon a way to combine business with pleasure.
Julia, a sandy-haired beauty, is a respiratory therapist at the hospital. She has a figure that will make any man breathe faster. She’d caught my eye long before we first jokingly discussed our fantasies. She had just completed her evening shift when I boldly suggested that she spend the night with me in the interns’ call room. If she drove home, I explained, she would encounter dangerous road conditions after a heavy snowstorm that day. She blushed and grinned coyly, not taking me seriously at all.
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