The tip of his penis touched me lightly, then he thrust himself inside me again. I tightened my legs around his hips to pull him deeper into me. I gasped as we both came. Feeling his breath against my shoulder, I knew that he felt the magic between us just as I did. He held me tightly as he turned onto his side, as if he couldn’t bear to be separated from me. Feeling him kiss my temple, I looked up and asked, “How long do you think we have before someone looks for us?”
He looked at me with an amused expression and said, “Unless your friend said something, I doubt anyone even noticed we’re gone. Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to know how much time we’ve got before someone walks in on us.”
“Don’t worry. I locked the door,” he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
“So we have plenty of time to ourselves then?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said. “So what do you say we don’t waste any more of it?”
Without giving him a chance to say anything else, I kissed him hard. I was rewarded with the feel of him growing hard again inside me. He began to move, thrusting into me, his hands on my hips. Breaking the kiss, we continued riding each other hard and fast. All kinds of emotions came over me as I looked into his eyes and climaxed. Feeling his hands tighten on me, I knew he had come again, too.
There were a lot of firsts for me that night and I have no regrets whatsoever. Given the same circumstances, I’d probably do the exact same thing again. I could sense that he felt the same way I did, and we stayed in bed a bit, in each other’s arms, listening to the party start to wind down.
“I guess we should get dressed and head back out,” I said, dreading the prospect.
“Yeah, I guess we should, since it’s my party,” he told me.
Rising from the bed, we dressed in silence. Finally, when we were both presentable again, we turned to each other for one final kiss, knowing it would be our last. Then, with one quick look around the room, he opened the door and we walked out together, just as we had come in. What a night it had been!
—Name and address withheld
Virgin, Birth
I am a forty-year-old businesswoman, and I divorced a few years ago. I was much happier being single, but I’d always longed to have a child of my own. However, I wasn’t willing to remarry just for that purpose.
One day, a few summers back, I visited my sister, who lives in a rural area in another state. She joined a religious community when we were in our early twenties, and she’s lived with them ever since.
Personally, I think they’re crazy. They live as though it were a hundred years ago, following all sorts of strict rules of behavior and dressing like something out of the Bible. But she’s been very happy, truly content with her life, and her friends are all decent people.
On this particular visit, everyone had gone to town on errands one afternoon, so I took advantage of the privacy to do some sunbathing in my string bikini. After I’d been out for a while, I got the feeling someone was watching me. I looked around and saw Kenny standing by a tree and staring at me. Kenny’s eighteen, a sweet young boy who’d grown up among these people. He’d never been exposed to the kind of lifestyle most of us take for granted. When he saw that I’d spotted him, he blushed and stammered an apology, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from my body.
I knew I was making him very uncomfortable, so I got up, waved to him, and headed into the house. I was surprised to see that he followed me in. I noticed immediately that he had an erection, which he tried to hide, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that he kept staring at my tits. Finally, just to see how he would handle himself, I pointed to his erection and said, “Oh, my, what have you got in there?”
He tried to answer, but he couldn’t seem to get any words out, and he turned even redder. By now, I was starting to get a little excited by the situation myself. I decided it was time for him to receive a few lessons in how the rest of the world lives. Before he could stop me, I reached for his pants and pulled them down, revealing an erection not much bigger than my finger.
There was a clear, glistening drop of liquid at the tip of his cock. When I touched it, it was sticky. I asked if he ever masturbated, but he didn’t understand the word. Grabbing a drinking glass from the counter, I led him to the sofa and told him to lie down, that I was going to make him feel good.
Taking his tiny erection in hand, I smeared some hand lotion on it and began to gently massage it. I asked him how it felt and he said it felt very nice. As I continued to rub him, I could feel involuntary twitches, and I could see his balls beginning to swell. He started to tense up.
And then it happened. A couple of dribbles, then his penis started spewing streams of very thick, yellowish come high into the air. I quickly placed the drinking glass over his ejaculating penis, and I was amazed at the sheer force and amount of what came out of him. It reminded me of milking a cow.
I had never seen a male ejaculate so much—his orgasm must have lasted thirty seconds from start to finish. The bottom of the glass was thick with come. I got up to get some tissues, but when I came back to wipe his penis clean, it came back to life, squirting again and again! Unfortunately, it got all over himself!
I quickly ushered him into the shower, and joined him there. His eyes couldn’t have been open any wider. He told me that this was the first time he had ever seen a naked woman. I wasn’t surprised. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have seen bare female flesh until he was married, and even then, I think they’re required to keep the lights off.
I allowed him to feel me all over, and then we cleaned up and dried off, and I took him to my bedroom. His penis was still erect. I asked him if he had ever fucked a girl. I don’t think he’d ever heard the word before, but I could tell he knew what I meant by the look on his face, both eager and scared. I told him that I would allow him to do so if he kept it a secret. He promised he would.
I was pretty excited by what had happened already, so I was wet and ready to go, and had no difficulty inserting his erection inside my vagina. He immediately said, with wonder in his voice, “You’re really hot!” I hugged him closer, and a few seconds later, he ejaculated again.
Afterward, we cleaned up and got dressed. He thanked me profusely and left.
Without any encouragement, as soon as everybody else was gone, he was back again the next day, wanting more of the same. We had sex eight times before I left.
After I’d gotten home, I discovered my period was late. I waited for a week, then bought a pregnancy kit. The result was positive, and when I took another test just to be sure, the result was the same.
I waited a few months to tell my sister that I was pregnant. When she asked, I told her that the father was a guy I no longer see. My baby has been a real blessing, the child I’ve always wanted.
—T.K., Des Plaines, Illinois
Blondes Do Have More Fun
At the time, I was between my junior and senior years of high school. It was summer vacation, and I had just turned eighteen. My sister was going to college, and she and a friend shared an apartment nearby.
My sister, Tabitha, was twenty-three, and her roommate, Kerry, was twenty-two. Tabitha had a lot of friends, including a boyfriend whom she had just gotten engaged to. According to my sister, Kerry was rather introverted, and spent a lot of time alone, studying in the apartment or watching TV.
My parents were going to Las Vegas for a week to celebrate their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. They had asked my sister if I could stay with her while they were away. For some reason they refused to allow me to stay home alone. But am I glad they didn’t!
I had been at Tabitha’s for less than an hour when I finally met Kerry. She was a beautiful blonde. Her body and face were tanned a deep, rich brown, and she had the curviest hips and the largest, firmest tits I’d ever seen.
Tabitha told me that she and her fiancé were going out to eat and then to a club. She asked me if I wanted to join them, but I declined, not
wanting to feel like a third wheel. Wondering what Kerry’s plans were, I asked her what she would be up to that night.
She told me, “I’ll be staying in tonight. I have some studying to do.”
I thought this was strange because it was a Friday night in July. I asked her if she was taking summer classes. When she answered, “No,” I knew she had something in mind. I just didn’t know what it was!
I decided to take a shower and freshen up a little. When I finished I went out to the living room to discover that Tabitha had already left and that Kerry was watching TV. She was wearing a miniskirt and a white T-shirt. I could see she had no bra on underneath her shirt. She asked, “Would you like to watch some TV with me?”
I replied, “I was going to go for a walk outside but I guess I could stay and watch a little TV.”
Kerry had rented two videos, but she didn’t bother to put either of them in. Nor were we paying much attention to what was on TV. Instead we talked and drank beer for a while. Before long, we were laughing and joking as if we had known each other all our lives. At one point we looked at each other and, out of the blue, she planted a hearty smacker on my lips. I was quite shocked but could tell she wanted it. This woman was four years older than I was. I’d never been with an older woman before. But I thought to myself, “What the hell.” I hesitated a moment but returned her kiss. Her tongue sprang out, daring to meet mine, and we sat there on the couch kissing each other.
Before long we were on the floor in front of the TV. She turned me over onto my back and told me to relax, that she wanted to kiss me all over. She took my shirt off, then slowly kissed me down my chest to my stomach. I was in total paradise! Her soft hand then ran over the big bulge in my jeans. She slowly unzipped them and my seven-inch love-rod popped out of my blue bikini underwear. She pulled my jeans off and tossed them to the side. She slowly brought her lips back up to my waiting mouth. We kissed some more. I then took the pure pleasure of assisting her in slipping out of her T-shirt and her tight miniskirt.
She had big, firm tits with large, brown nipples. As I was playing with her tits, her hand was stroking my cock and before long it was in her mouth. She was slowly sucking me as I continued to play with her breasts. As her speed increased, I got closer and closer to coming, but suddenly she stopped. I could see I was being teased but I loved it anyway. I grasped her and rolled her over to her back. She raised her legs and slipped her soaking wet panties off, revealing that she was a true blonde, which just excited me even more. Her legs were now high over my shoulders. Then she pulled me into her. We had been fucking long and hard when my sister and her fiancé walked through the door. They looked shocked, especially Tabitha, but didn’t say a word. They just headed for Tabitha’s bedroom.
Soon Kerry began to groan. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in ecstasy. Kerry held on tight as I plunged in and out of her tight, blonde-haired cunt. I could feel her flesh on my cock getting hotter and hotter, and finally she was driven to orgasm. She then sat up and said, “You haven’t come yet. I want you to release your love juice in me.” She was sweating like crazy and I was going wild. I was still hard as a rock and she lay back down and I started to pump her even harder than before. It only took a few short minutes for me to come. I shot my load into her tight twat. She also had another orgasm, her second. We were both exhausted. I woke up the next morning on that same wonderful floor.
We did this every night while I stayed there. My sister has since told me many times that Kerry is always asking when I’m coming for another visit. We’ve never had a repeat performance, but I often fantasize about doing it with Kerry again.
That was the best sex I’ve ever had to this date. I am now twenty-one and have a beautiful girlfriend whom I love and have great sex with—but it’s not as good as the sex I had with Kerry. It was a wonderful experience and I’ll never forget it.
—F.T., Fort Myers, Florida
Strip Poker Night
I work at a restaurant in a small city in Montana. One night I was closing with Janice, the head bartender. Business was really slow so we sent everybody else home early. As I was finishing my paperwork, Janice came into the office and offered me a cigarette. She pulled up a chair and we talked about how slow business had been. Janice asked if I wanted to play pinball before we left. I was finished with my work so I said, “Great, let’s do it.” We turned off all the lights in the place except the ones in the game room, and made sure the building was securely locked. We poured ourselves a pitcher of beer and secured a stack of quarters.
Janice asked if I had ever played strip pinball. Having never heard of it being played with a pinball game, I asked her what the rules were. The only two rules are: If you lose the pinball game, you lose a piece of clothing. Highest point gain per ball loses a piece of clothing for your opponent.
I lost the first game and two of the first three balls. I was down to five pieces of clothing to Janice’s seven. The next game I won, and lost one of the three balls, making a total of four pieces for me and four pieces for Janice. The following game we split, leaving Janice in her pink panties and bra. Before the last game we agreed that the winner got his or her opponent’s remaining clothes and got to decide the fate of the loser.
The first two balls Janice creamed me on. The last one Janice bombed, and I managed to make up most of my points. I was within winning distance when Janice stepped up beside me with her beautiful breasts exposed, pulling my attention away from the machine. The ball did a beeline for the chute as my gaze was fixed in Janice’s direction. I was so intent on the game that I hadn’t noticed Janice removing the last of her clothes. I wondered if she did it to distract me from my game, which it did, or to let me know that she figured I was the winner.
I moved to face Janice and get a better view of her incredible body. Her breasts are D-cups, and her nipples have to be half an inch in diameter. I backed Janice up against the pool table, then lifted her up onto the edge. I told her to lie back and enjoy as I lowered my face into snack-time position. Janice placed her legs over my shoulders. Every time she would moan with excitement her legs would squeeze my head like a vise. I love the taste of young women in heat, especially when I can take credit for making them that way.
Pretty soon Janice had my head trapped so that the only way out was to bring her to climax before I ran out of oxygen. This was getting to be a real aerobic workout! My tongue not failing me, I had Janice squirming for escape as she gushed her sweet cream. Before she had a chance to cool off, I got my underpants off and crawled up on top of the table with her. Janice was already well-lubricated so I slid my tool all the way into her love-box. Every stroke into her heated snatch made our bodies tremble with delight. I’ve never looked at pinball the same way again.
—J.V., Missoula, Montana
After-School Surprise
I never dreamed I would be writing to Forum, but the events of the other day necessitate my doing so.
My son came home from school complaining of his new teacher. It surprised me, because he’s always been an excellent student. My wife usually handles these affairs but, to my good fortune, she happened to be busy that day. I told my son to relax, that I would check into the matter.
It was late afternoon when I approached the school alone. The place seemed deserted; my steps echoed through the halls. My son had assured me his teacher always stayed late grading papers. I knocked at the door and heard a muffled voice say, “Come in.” The woman was seated, but she looked tall and thin, wearing a well-tailored suit. She was attractive in a strange sort of way. I told her who I was and she pointed to a chair next to her desk. I was completely and utterly shocked at what happened next.
She smelled of roses, cinnamon, and hyacinth. Her voice was silky and husky as she whispered in my ear her intentions. I was totally captivated. Her lips were soft velvet brushing their way down my body. Dark red manicured fingers lowered my zipper and reached inside. She nuzzled my thigh as she pulled my dick to full erection. My legs f
elt weak as she tongued the end of my throbbing pecker. She reached between my legs and cupped my balls, expertly sucking and licking the entire length of my stiff one ever so slowly.
I felt my toes tingling and the small hairs on the base of my neck standing up. At this maddening rate I wouldn’t be able to hold back long. I tried to think some dick-wilting thoughts, but she must have sensed this. When my mind strayed, she brought my attention back to the business at hand by gently tightening her grip around my balls.
I soon gushed my spunk into her greedy mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. She swallowed it all, then gave me a big French kiss.
By this time, I wanted more than a blowjob. I picked her up and slid her onto her desk, scattering papers to the floor. I lifted her skirt up around her waist as I leaned forward to kiss her. I crushed my lips against hers. As I reached into her panties, I was about to get my second surprise of the day. There, taped down to her thigh, was a boner almost as big as mine. Needless to say, she was really a he.
I left the room under a vow of silence. I must say, my son never complained about his teacher again.
—K.D., San Francisco, California
Old Friends, New Lovers
Recently I had an unexpected experience that I would like to share, mainly so that I can relive it in my mind. I am a nineteen-year-old college coed who recently moved out on my own to another town. After I had been gone from home about a month, my best friend and former next-door neighbor Todd called to ask if he could spend the weekend at my place so he could do some shopping at the big mall in my town. I told him he was welcome any time. I was anxious to show off my new surroundings and even more excited to see my pal Todd.
Todd arrived late on Friday. He was tired from his long drive and was soon nodding off on the couch, so I got him a blanket and said good night. The next day while I was at school, Todd went shopping and then met me for dinner.
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