This explanation was surprising and very flattering, of course, and it also made me hot again. I told Annette that if she wanted a repeat of that experience I thought that I could get it up again, with her help. She was only too happy to comply.
First I got her to suck my cock again and lick our combined juices off my penis. When I was hard enough I put her onto her back. She spread her legs, and I mounted her luscious body and slid right in.
Annette moaned and wrapped her legs around me as I thrust my dong in and out of her sloppy twat. Occasionally I bent down to kiss and lick her hard nipples and suck at her gorgeous breasts. She told me I was a great fuck, and I told her what a great young body she had, and how much I enjoyed being inside it. She came twice before I again went off like a torpedo and collapsed in a heap on top of her.
A little while later I got dressed and left, telling Annette I would call her in the morning. But when I called the next day I was told that she had checked out of the hotel, and had left no forwarding address.
A couple of days later, however, I received a note from Annette in the mail. “Thanks,” it said. “I’m sure glad my mom told me about you. You were fantastic! Love, Annette. P.S. If I ever get married and have a daughter, I’m going to send her to you when she grows up!”
Well, I figure I’ll be close to seventy by then, at least. I just hope I’m still in good shape.—
N.G., Detroit, Michigan
Sex Storm
I had pulled off at a rest stop after a long afternoon driving westward. The stop was pretty isolated, and currently unoccupied except for me. I got out of my SUV, pulled a cold beer from the cooler in the trunk, threw my T-shirt inside the car, and sat on the tailgate watching an accumulation of massive clouds gather overhead.
The coldness of the beer bottle felt good against my neck, and that first sip was unbelievably refreshing. Suddenly I was startled by a quick crack of thunder. The sun had set on the western skyline, but it was not yet dark enough to obliterate the dramatic pattern of the clouds.
I heard another rumbling noise, but this one didn’t come from the sky. It got louder, and I turned my head to see a sleek black Jaguar pull up beside my truck. I could barely make out the figure inside, until the door opened and she stepped out, a sudden gust of wind catching her long blonde hair. She pulled it back, smiled at me, and walked to the other side of her car.
I said something about it being a nice car, but all the time my eyes were on her. I offered her a beer and invited her to join me on my tailgate. I was a little surprised but not displeased when she accepted, scooting up to sit next to me. I couldn’t help noticing the hard shapes of her nipples through the thin T-shirt she was wearing. The wind was stronger now, blowing her hair back, and also blowing the T-shirt against the roundness of her breasts. There were bolts of lightning now along with the thunder, and the intervals between them were lessening.
In such circumstances, alone in an isolated spot with a storm brewing, a certain feeling of closeness seemed natural. She was sitting quite near to me, and our conversation soon became flirtatious. Even in the gathering darkness, I wondered if she could make out the growing bulge in my jeans.
At a pause in the conversation, I made my move, leaning forward to kiss her ear, then her cheek. I was encouraged when I saw her eyes close. My hand stroked her knee, then moved upward. I felt wetness—but it was not her. It had begun to rain.
We both slid off the tailgate and embraced as the rain started in earnest. My hands cupped her face as I kissed her full lips. I pushed her back against her car, and she sat up on the hood, leaning back on her arms with her legs spread around me. I could feel the rain, harder now, on my shoulders and face. Her shirt quickly became so wet that it was transparent, revealing the rounds of her nipples. I pulled it up and over her head, and my tongue traveled along her neckline and down between her tits. My hands found them, too, rolling and massaging and stroking them while I took each nipple in turn between my lips, flicking it with my tongue.
She pulled off her wet shorts, leaving her in nothing but a tiny thong. Then she helped me out of my wet jeans, and while doing so, found the head of my cock with her lips. Thunder roared overhead, as well as in my brain. She kissed my cock, stroking it subtly. It was almost completely dark now, but I caught a glint of her white teeth as she smiled up at me, obviously enjoying what she was doing. The head of my cock rested in her mouth as her tongue curved around it, licking at it like a cat before she slid it farther into her mouth. She cupped her hands around my ass, her fingers grasping my buttocks as she began sucking me wildly. I braced myself against the car, watching her head bob up and down. Each downstroke brought the tip of my cock into her throat, and her tongue danced on the head of it each time she pulled back.
It was fantastic, but I wanted more. I pulled her up and turned her around, laying her across the car on her front, beads of water dripping down her back as her hard tits flattened against the black paint. I pulled off her thong and spread her legs, kissing her wet skin, her ass, and the backs of her legs, before flicking her exposed pussy with my tongue. The wetness there was not just from the rain now. I straightened up and guided my rod across her clit just once before pushing it into her wet, tight tunnel. Moaning softly, she pushed back against me. I proceeded to fuck her then, moving in a constant rhythm, which she matched stroke for stroke, her ass pumping strongly, her moans getting louder and louder until she cried out and came.
Quickly I turned her over, grasping her upper legs and wrapping them around my waist. She leaned back, resting on her elbows. The frequent flashes of lightning showed me her rain-drenched face, her wet and wild hair. I slid my cock into her pussy again but just the head at first. I meant to take it slowly after her orgasm, but her legs tightened around me and she pulled me all the way into her. She wanted it hard and I gave it to her, ramming my rod into her, tugging on her nipples. I fucked her faster and faster. I slid a hand down and found her stiff clit with my finger, and she screamed out as she bucked upward, her tits bouncing up and down. I could hardly stand up. My knees buckled, and an electrifying sensation shot through my groin. My cock spasmed again and again as I exploded into her, just as several consecutive bolts of lightning lit up the sky.
When I could find the strength, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my truck. As I got in with her, I asked her if she had anything dry to wear. She said no. I didn’t either.
Neither of us cared.
—B.H., Portland, Oregon
The Mile-High Club
I am a wealthy businessman who has made his fortune in global real estate. In my ventures I travel to many obscure locations and meet some very interesting people.
Last month I traveled to Hong Kong on a four-day purchasing trip. As I boarded my flight (I always travel first class, of course), I noticed several beautiful women boarding with me. I couldn’t help noticing one in particular, a woman who was familiar to me from the film industry. I won’t tell you her name, but if I did you would certainly recognize it. She had a smile that could light candles, and a body that could be called statuesque when she was still, but that when she moved was sheer poetry.
As it happened, we were seated together on the plane, and were soon making polite conversation. After a while she asked me about the magazine I was holding, which happened to be the latest edition of Forum.
“Looks like interesting reading,” she said with a grin. I explained to her that I enjoyed reading about the erotic adventures of people who were willing to share their experiences. She asked if she could look at the magazine, and I handed it to her. As she flipped through the pages she shifted slightly in her seat, and I thought I detected a slight acceleration in her breathing. “Interesting,” she said finally, looking into my eyes as she handed the magazine back to me. I looked back at her, and our eyes spoke to each other.
Finally she smiled that incandescent smile as with a slow movement she tugged at her skirt, revealing her seductive thighs. “Are you a member of t
he Mile-High Club?” she asked coyly. Then, before I could answer, she winked at me and said, “Follow me and I’ll show you Forum in action!” With that she got up and headed slowly down the aisle toward the rest rooms.
We soon found ourselves in one of the small bathrooms, embroiled in a passionate kiss. Eagerly she reached down and caressed my groin, where she felt an already throbbing, rock-hard cock. “Hey, that feels like a rather big piece of equipment, mister,” she said huskily. Without hesitation she unzipped me, and a second later her hand was stroking my long thick rod. “You should have a license for this thing,” she whispered. “And I hope it functions as good as it feels!”
Ignoring her questionable grammar, I reached under her short skirt and discovered that she had no panties on. I explored her wetness with my finger as she began to moan softly. I felt that she was ready to drop to her knees and take my manhood into her mouth, but I believe chivalry is not dead, and I beat her to it, kneeling down to kiss and lick her dripping firebox. I licked that sweet pussy until she jerked and began to tremble uncontrollably, releasing her sweet juices all over my face.
“I want you inside me now!” she whispered. I slid myself slowly into her velvet love box and we engaged in some rather delightful thrusting. If I had not already belonged to the Mile-High Club, there was no doubt that I was a full-fledged member now.
After she had twisted through another orgasm or two, she whispered that she wanted to blow my long thick tool, so I withdrew, and her hot mouth went right to work. She knew just how to work both her hands and her mouth in a delightful rhythm, and her expert skills kept my cock as hard as Chinese arithmetic inside her sensuous mouth. After a long time I could hold back no longer, and I exploded deep into her throat. It always turns me on to watch a woman drink my hot jism, and then clean up my cock with her lips and tongue, not wasting a drop. Which is just what she did.
As we kissed we heard a knock at the door, and a voice saying, “Please return to your seats, as we are approaching our destination.”
My satiated companion grinned at me. “I’ve already reached mine,” she whispered. “Several times.” Then she kissed me again and slipped out.
I followed a minute later, and back in our seats we made small talk until we landed. I knew I wouldn’t see her again (except in the movies), but that was all right. I could only hope that my business venture would turn out as well as this journey had. And as a matter of fact, it did.
—Name and address withheld
Virtue Rewarded
I was having a Slurpee craving, so I jumped in my truck and headed for my favorite convenience store. When I pulled up in front and got out of my truck, I saw what looked like a lady’s wallet lying on the ground. I picked it up and went to get my Slurpee. When I returned to the truck I opened the wallet, and the first thing I saw was a picture of a very good-looking, dark-haired woman of about thirty, with a little girl who appeared to be her daughter.
There was some cash in the wallet, though not a lot, but there were also about twenty credit cards. I finally found a driver’s license with a name and address, and I decided I might as well be Mr. Nice Guy and return the wallet personally.
I drove to the address on the driver’s license, and when I pulled into the driveway I could see the woman in the picture through the front window. She was better looking than in the photo. She was sitting at a desk and talking on the phone, and she didn’t look happy. When she saw me get out of the truck she came out of the house. Before she could say anything I asked her if she was Karen, which was the name on the driver’s license. When she said yes, I handed her the wallet.
Well, that made her happy all right. She thanked me gushingly and gave me a great big bear hug. She told me she had just been on the phone putting a stop on all her credit cards. She thanked me about twenty times, and as I was getting in my truck to leave she said that she really would like to do something for me. She asked if she could cook me dinner that night. I told her that would be very nice, and we arranged for me to come back around six.
When I returned that evening, Karen was looking real good. She had changed into a nice dress and put on some makeup. She made a great dinner for us, and afterward she asked me to stay and watch a movie with her. Recalling the little girl in the picture, I asked her where her daughter was, and Karen told me she was staying with her ex-husband for a few days.
Karen then put on a movie and came over to sit next to me on the couch. She put her head on my shoulder, and soon after the movie started our mouths came together and we shared a very long, wet French kiss. When we finally separated, Karen said she was wondering if I could do her another favor. When I asked what that might be, she said very frankly that she hadn’t had any sex for some time, and she was hoping I might give her some. I told her it would be my pleasure. And then she really surprised me when she said, “I must warn you, I really love to suck cock and swallow come, and I’m pretty sure that after I suck your cock you’ll agree that it was the best head you ever had.”
Well, what could I say? We made our way to her bedroom and undressed each other. Karen looked good with her clothes on, but she looked even better nude. Her tits were full and firm, and her pussy was shaved, except for a one-inch-wide strand of black hair kind of pointing the way to her cunt.
When we were naked she pushed me down onto the bed, spread my legs, and took my cock into her mouth. As she had said, she really did love to suck cock, and she was as good as she’d promised. I asked her to swing around and put her pussy over my face, but she said no, explaining that she couldn’t concentrate properly on sucking my cock if I was eating her pussy. She said I could go down on her later, but for now I should just lie back and enjoy it. So I did. Occasionally she would remove her mouth from my cock and stroke it with her hand while she licked my balls and sucked them into her mouth. Then she would go back to devouring my dick. I watched her head bobbing up and down on my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I told her I was about ready to come. She started sucking faster and harder, and as the first jet of come shot down her throat she squeezed my balls with her hand, which made me shoot even more powerfully.
Even after I was done coming and she had swallowed it all, she kept sucking my cock, until I finally pulled away and had her take my place on the bed. I spread her legs to expose her beautiful pussy. I was anxious to get my face in it, but when I looked up and saw those great tits I decided to start with them and work my way down.
I started sucking on her nipples, my fingers playing with her pussy at the same time. She was good and wet as I kissed my way down her body. When I got to her crotch I parted her pussy lips and inserted my tongue. God, she tasted good!
I started tongue-fucking her and stroking her clit with my thumb. Pretty soon her body went tense and her legs clamped my head as she climaxed.
I eagerly lapped up her juices, and then, at her urging, I climbed on top of her. My cock was hard again, and her pussy was more than ready. I loved the feel of it as I slipped inside her. I fucked her steadily for a while, and when she urged me to go faster and harder, I did as I was told. I starting pounding into her so hard I was afraid I would hurt her, but her legs wrapped around my back and she let out a squeal as her body stiffened and arched off the bed. I drove my cock into her as far as I could and held it there while we both came.
We kissed and cuddled for a while. Karen told me how good I had made her feel, and I complimented her on her great tits and cute little pussy. After a while we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke up during the night, I had a killer hard-on and thought I must be dreaming, because it felt like I was getting the best blowjob of my life. But it wasn’t a dream. When I looked down I saw that Karen was happily feasting on my cock, and obviously loving the hell out of it. I was sure as hell glad that I’d decided to return that wallet!
—T.O., St. Louis, Missouri
What Joanna Wants
Joanna is special. Everything she does just oozes grace and sex. Yes, it is pos
sible for a woman to exhibit both at once. If you don’t understand that, it’s because you don’t know Joanna.
Her long, naturally blonde hair falls past her shoulders, soft and always fragrant. Her legs are long and slender, her thighs smooth pathways to her fabulous cove of pleasure. Even when she wears nylon, she shows no panty line, and for good reason—she never wears panties. Her breasts are 40D, and her long hard nipples poke out at you, even through the bras and blouses she wears.
I have always had my fair share of women, and while I enjoyed Joanna’s friendship, I didn’t need another lover to make me happy.
It was her idea—not that I objected in the least—and she did it all.
It started with a quick lunch together, as we worked in the same building. When we rose from the table after the meal I reached for my trench coat and slipped it on. Before I could button it, Joanna moved close to me and closed it around both of us. Thus concealed, she pulled at the elastic waistband of her trousers and guided my hand inside, down past her belly, saying, “I want you to use your finger to see how wet you make me.”
I dipped two fingers into her warm, sopping wet pussy. Then, looking into her eyes, I raised my fingers to my nose, then licked them with my tongue.
The sweet taste of her nectar made me say, “You really turn me on, too, baby.”
“Come to my house after work,” she whispered. “I’ll leave the door open for you.”
Her body slid against my rock-hard cock, then pulled away. I could only hope that the coat would conceal my erection. We separated at the elevator to finish out the workday.
When I got to her house that night, the door was indeed unlocked. Her trousers lay on the floor. Beyond them was her blouse, and then her bra. She was in the bedroom, lying naked on the bed. When she saw me she got up onto her knees, motioning for me to come closer. My cock was hard again, and she knew it.
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